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in exactly the same manner I associate with a hyperspace jump."

"There was a course change, too, during the acceleration," Lando said
from the opposite corner of the lock.

He flexed his ungloved right hand, trying to drive the bone-chilling
cold from his aching fingers.

"Master Lando!" See-Threepio cried in his most plaintive voice.

"Can't you make it stop?"

"I didn't make it start, Threepio," Lando snapped.

"With all respect, Master Lando, you most certainly did," Threepio said
huffily. "Now, you just reach back in that hole and undo whatever you
did, and quickly, too. Colonel Pakkpekatt will be most upset with us
for running off with his starship."

"Colonel Pakkpekatt is probably inventing new words in Hortek right
now," said Lando. "But at least he's on a ship that he can boss.

We're not. Any damage over there? Lobot? Artoo-Detoo?"

The little astromech droid emerged from the jumble of bodies and
chirped once.

"Artoo-Detoo reports that all his systems are operational," said
Threepio.

"I'm uninjured, Lando," said Lobot. "My suit took the impact of the
equipment sled. But my data links are still all down, and I am finding
it disorienting."

Lando nodded. "Artoo, can you help Lobot out?"

Rotating in midair with the aid of its microthrust-ers, the droid
chittered disagreeably.

"Don't be rude," Threepio chided.

"What's going on?"

"Master Lando, Artoo says that he prefers to keep his systems
private."

"Yeah, well, I don't like telepaths, either, Artoo," said Lando. "But
I'd sure like to be able to think at the colonel right now. Give Lobot
a link to your event log.