“Nice landing,” Lando commented dryly, rubbing his shoulder beneath the restraint strap as Han shut down the repulsorlifts. “At least the sensor dish is still there,” Han said pointedly. Lando winced. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Han shrugged, keying in the life-form algorithms. Time to find out what was out there. “You said you wouldn’t get a scratch on her,” he reminded the other. “Fine,” Lando grumped. “Next time, I’ll destroy the energy field generator and you can fly her down the Death Star’s throat.”
