Any chance we can at least fly it somewhere in towing range of a shipyard?"
"Anselm is looking into that," Lando said. "Personally, I wouldn't trust it that far."
"Yeah. Well, we're just here to look the thing over, not get it moving. We'll see what kind of control systems we've got left up here and that'll be it."
Luke glanced up at the space over the blast doors. Paused for a second look at the elaborate name plaque fastened there. "It's the Katana," he murmured.
"What?" Han craned his neck for a look. "Huh." He looked oddly at Luke. "Was that why you wanted this one?"
Luke shook his head. "I guess so. It was just intuition through the Force."
"Han, Luke," Wedge's voice cut in suddenly. "We've got incoming."
Luke felt his heart jump. "Where?"
"Vector two-ten mark twenty-one. Configuration : it's an Escort Frigate."
Luke let out a quiet breath. "Better give them a call," he said. "Let them know where we are.
"Actually, they're calling us," Wedge said. "Hang on; I'll patch it through."
"-tain Solo, this is Captain Virgilio of the Escort Frigate Quenfis," a new voice came over Han's comlink. "Do you read?"
"Solo here," Han said. "Calling from aboard the Old Republic ship Katana-"
"Captain Solo, I regret to inform you that you and your party are under arrest," Virgilio cut him off. "You will return to your own vessel at once and prepare to surrender."
Virgilio's words, and the stunned silence that followed, echoed through the command observation deck above and behind the Quenfis's bridge. Seated at the main board, Fey'lya threw a mocking smile at Leia, a slightly less insolent one at Karrde, then returned his attention to the distant X-wing drive trails. "They don't seem to be taking you seriously, Captain," he said toward the intercom.