cockpit. 'Where's Irenez?' he asked, peering out at the mottled blue-green crescent shape they were rapidly approaching. It looked pretty much like any of a thousand other planets he'd seen.
'She's gone back to the aft control station,' Lando told her. 'I got the impression she wanted to be able to send down some recognition codes without us looking over her shoulder.'
'Any idea where we are?'
'Not really,' Lando said. 'Transit time was forty seven hours, but that doesn't tell us a whole lot.'
Han nodded, searching his memory. 'A Dreadnaught can pull, what, about Point Four?'
'About that,' Lando agreed. 'When it's really in a hurry, anyway.
'Means we aren't any more than a hundred fifty lightyears from New Cov, then.'
'I'd guess we're closer than that, myself,' Lando said. 'It wouldn't make much sense to use New Cov as a contact point if they were that far away.'
'Unless New Cov was Breil'lya's idea and not theirs,' Han pointed out.
'Possible,' Lando said. 'I still think we're closer than a hundred fifty light-years, though. They could have taken their time getting here just to mislead us.'
Han looked up at the Dreadnaught that had been hauling them through hyperspace for the past two days. 'Or to have time to organize a reception committee.'
'There's that,' Lando nodded. 'I don't know if I mentioned it, but after they apologized for getting the magnetic coupling off-center over our hatch I went back and took a look'
'You didn't mention it, but I did the same thing,' Han said sourly.
'Looked kind of deliberate, didn't it?'
'That's what I thought, too,' Lando said. 'Like maybe they wanted an excuse to keep us cooped up down here and not wandering around their ship.'
'Could be lots of good and innocent reasons for that,' Han reminded him.
'And lots of not-so-innocent ones,' Lando countered. 'You sure you don't have any idea who this Commander of theirs might be?'
'Not even a guess. Probably be finding out real soon, though.' The comm crackled on. 'Lady Luck, this is Sena,' a familiar voice said. 'We've arrived.'
'Yes, we noticed,' Lando told her. 'I expect you'll want us to follow you down.'
'Right,' she said. 'The Peregrine will drop the magnetic coupling whenever you're ready to fly.'
Han stared at the speaker, barely hearing Lando's response. A ship called the Peregrine ...?
'You still with me?'
Han focused on Lando, noticing with mild surprise that the other's conversation with Sena had ended. 'Yeah,' he said. 'Sure. It's just-that name, Peregrine, rang an old bell.'
'You've heard of it?'
'Not the ship, no,' Han shook his head. 'The Peregrine was an old Corellian scare legend they used to tell when I was a kid. He was some old ghostly guy who'd been cursed to wander around the world forever and never find his home again. Used to make me feel real creepy.
From above came a clang; and with a jolt they were free of the Dreadnaught. Lando eased them away from the huge warship, looking up as it passed by overhead. 'Well, try to remember it was just a legend,' he reminded Han.
Han looked at the Dreadnaught. 'Sure,' he said, a little too quickly.
'I know that.'
They followed Sena's freighter down and were soon skimming over what appeared to be a large grassy plain
