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A Sudden Electronic Squeal Came Over The Transmitter
”What’s
that?” Leia snapped.
”Someone’s
jamming us,” Han growled, jabbing at the transmitter cutoff.
The squealing vanished, leaving an unpleasant ringing in the
ears as he keyed for intercom. “Chewie, we’ve got trouble,”
he called. “Get up here.”
He got an
acknowledgment, turned back to the transmitter. “Get us
a scan of the area,” he told Leia. “See if there’s
anything coming in.”
”Right,”
Leia said, already working the keys, “What are you going
to do?”
”I’m
going to find us a clear frequency.” He pulled the Falcon
out of its approach vector, made sure they had an open field
around them, then turned the transmitter back on, keeping the
volume low. There were freq-scanning and mixing tricks that he’d
used in the past against this kind of jamming. The question now
was whether he was going to have the time to implement them.
Abruptly,
much quicker than he’d expected, the squeal dissolved into
a voice. “—peating: any ships who can read me, please
check in.”
”Lando,
it’s me,” Han called. “What’s going on?”
”I’m
not sure,” Lando said, sounding distracted. “It could
be just a solar flare scrambling our communication—that
happens sometimes. But the pattern here doesn’t seem quite
right for…”
His voice
trailed off. “What?” Han demanded. There was
a faint hiss from the speaker, the sound of someone inhaling
deeply. “Imperial Star Destroyer,” Lando said quietly.
“Coming in fast toward the planetary shadow.”
Han looked
at Leia, saw her face turn to stone as she looked back to him.
“They’ve found us,” she whispered.
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