The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
the point of reentry from hyperspace. The point chosen by the Rebel command wasa small, blue planet of the Sullust system. The armada was positioned around it, now,this unblinking cerulean world. It looked like the eye of the serpent. The Millennium Falcon finished its rounds of the fleet's perimeter, checkingfinal positions, then pulled into place beneath the flagship. The time had come. Lando was at the controls of the Falcon. Beside him, his copilot, NienNunb—a jowled, mouse-eyed creature from Sullust—flipped switches, monitoredreadouts, and made final preparations for the jump to hyperspace. Lando set his comlink to war channel. Last hand of the night, his deal, a tablefull of high rollers—his favorite kind of game. With dry mouth, he made hissummary report to Ackbar of the command ship. "Admiral, we're in position. Allfighters are accounted for." Ackbar's voice crackled back over the headset. "Proceed with the countdown.All groups assume attack coordinates."