growled an acknowledgment and headed oft' the it)ur tech men already on their way. "Good luck" Lando said, and followed.
Han looked at Luke. "Still in just the two groups?"
"Yes," Luke said, straining to locate the enemy. The strange feeling was still there :
"Okay. Let's go."
They set off, Han leading the way down a narrow cross corridor lined with the kind of closely spaced doors that indicated crew quarters. "Where are we going?" Luke asked as they hurried along.
"Number two starboard weapons blister," Han said. "Should be something nasty there we can use to flood the main corridor with-turbolaser coolant or something."
"Unless they have life-support gear, Luke pointed out.
"They don't," Han said. "At least, they weren't wearing any when they charged us. They had standard trooper air filters, but if we fill the whole corridor with coolant those won't do them much good. You never know," he added reflectively. "The coolant might be flammable, too."
"Too bad the Katana fleet wasn't made up of Star Galleons," Luke said, reaching out again toward the enemy. As near as he could tell, they were in the maze of rooms Lando had mentioned, working their way around toward the main starboard corridor. "We really could have used those anti-intruder defenses they come equipped with."
"If this was a Star Galleon, the Empire wouldn't be so anxious to take it away from us in one piece," Han retorted. "They'd just blow it out of the sky and be done with it."
Luke grimaced. "Right."
They reached the main starboard corridor; and they were halfway across it when Han suddenly stopped short. "What in blazes-?"
Luke turned to look. Ten meters down the corridor, sitting in a patch of darkness beneath burned-out light panels, was a large metal box resting at