Luke nodded and looked back at Han. “I’ll fly into Coruscant on my own, then,” he said. “Let me just come with you and get Artoo off the Falcon.”
“Right. Come on.”
“Good luck,” Afyon called softly after them.
And yes, Han thought as they hurried down the corridor toward the hatchway where the Falcon was docked; the hammer was indeed coming down. If Fey’lya and his faction pushed too hard and too fast-and knowing Fey’lya, he would almost certainly push too hard and too fast-
“We could be on the edge of a civil war here,” Luke murmured his thought back at him.
“Yeah, well, we’re not going to let that happen,” Han told him with confidence he didn’t feel. “We haven’t gone through a war and back just to watch some overambitious Bothan wreck it.”
“How are we going to stop him?”
Han grimaced. “We’ll think of something.”
To be continued in … Dark Force Rising