Solo was busily checking readouts from gauges and dials in the hold area.
Occasionally he would pass a small box across various sensors, study the result, and cluck with pleasure.
"You can stop worrying about your Imperial friends," he told Luke and Ben.
"They’ll never be able to track us now. Told you I’d lose them." Kenobi might have nodded briefly in response, but he was engaged in explaining something to Luke.
"Don’t everybody thank me at once," Solo grunted, slightly miffed. "Anyway, navigation computer calculates our arrival in Alderaan orbit at oh-two-hundred. I’m afraid after this little adventure I’ll have to forge a new registration." He returned to his checking, passing in front of a small circular table. The top was covered with small squares lit from beneath, while computer monitors were set into each side. Tiny three-dimensional figures were projected above the tabletop from various squares.
