over to the helm console and activating it.
"We're in the middle of nowhere," Lando said with strained patience. "And fiddling with that helm isn't going to get us anywhere."
"You're right," Han agreed, smiling tightly. "It's not going to get us anywhere."
Lando stared at him:and slowly, a smile of his own appeared. "Right," he said slyly. "Right. This is the Katana fleet. And we're aboard the Katana."
"You got it," Han told him. Taking a deep breath, mentally crossing his fingers, he eased power to the drive.
The Katana didn't move, of course. But the whole reason the entire Katana fleet had disappeared together in the first place-
"Got one," Lando called out, hunching over his sensor display. "Bearing forty-three mark twenty."
"Just one?" Han asked.
"Just one," Lando confirmed. "Count your blessings-after this much time we're lucky to have even one ship whose engines still work."
"Let's hope they stay working," Han grunted. "Give me an intercept course for that second Star Destroyer."
"Uh :" Lando frowned. "Come around fifteen degrees portside and down a hair."
"Right." Carefully, Han made the necessary course change. It was a strange feeling to be flying another ship by slave-rig remote control. "How's that?" he asked Lando.
"Looks good," Lando confirmed. "Give it a little more power."
"The fire control monitors aren't working," Luke warned, stepping to Han's side. "I don't know if you're going to be able to fire accurately without them."
"I'm not even going to try," Han told him grimly. "Lando?"
"Shift a little more to portside," Lando directed. "A little more : that's it." He looked up at Han. "You're lined up perfectly."
"Here goes," Han said; and threw the throttle control wide open.
There was no way the Star Destroyer