pg.1: Keeping his eyes on the engineering display, Pellaeon waited until he could hear the sound of the approaching footsteps. Then, with all the regal weight that fifty years spent in the Imperial Fleet gave to a man, he straighted up and turned.	Pellaeon has been the Imperial Fleet fifty years? Putting aside canon dating for a moment, let's say he entered the service when he was 18. So he's at least 68 during HttE? That would make him about 93 in the NJO!!
pg.2: "This is the bridge of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Routine information is not—repeat, not—simply shouted in the general direction of its intended recipient. Is that clear?" "We've just received word from the senrty ships, sir: the scouts have returned from their scan raid on the Obroa-skai system." "Very good," Pellaeon nodded. "Did they have any trouble?" "Only a little, sir-the natives apparently took exception to them pulling a dump of their central library system." In the old days—at the height of the Empire's power—it would have been inconceivable for a man as young as Tschel to serve as a bridge officer aboard a ship like the Chimaera.
pg.3-4: Pellaeon himself, taking command when the Chimaera's former captain was killed, had done what he could to hold things together; but despite his best efforts they had never regained the initiative against the Rebels. Instead, they had been steadily pushed back...until they were here. Here, in what had once been the backwater of the Empire, with barely a quarter of its former systems under nominal Imperial control. Here, aboard a Star Destroyer manned almost entirely by painstakingly trained but badly inexperienced young people, many of them conscripted from their home worlds by force or threat of force.	Chimaera was present at the Battle of Endor.
pg.4: The Grand Admiral's new command room was two levels below the bridge, in a space that had once housed the former commander's luxury entertainment suite. When Pellaeon had found Thrawn—or rather, when the Grand Admiral had found him—one of his first acts had been to take over the suite and convert it into what was essentially a secondary bridge.
pg.5-6: He stopped short, just inside the room, and looked around in astonishment. The walls and domed ceiling were covered flat paintings, and planics, a few of them vaguely human-looking, but most of distinctly alien origin. Various sulptures were scattered around, some freestanding, others on pedestals. In the center of the room was a double circle of repeater displays, the outer ring slightly higher than the inner ring. Both sets of displays, at least from what little Pellaeon could see, also seemed to be devoted to pictures of artwork. And in the center of the double circle, seated in a duplicate of the Admiral's Chair on the bridge, was Grand Admiral Thrawn. "What do you think?" "Its...very interesting, sir," was all Pellaeon could come up with as he walked over to the outer display circle. "All holographic of course," Thrawn said, and Pellaeon thought he could hear a note of regret in the other's voice. "The sculptures and flats both.	Tech: Realistic holograms.
pg.7: Which was probably why the Grand Admiral had spent so much of his career out in the Unknown Regions, working to bring those still-barbaric sections of the galaxy under Imperial control. His brilliant successes had won him the title of Warlord and the right to wear the white uniform of Grand Admiral—the only nonhuman ever granted that honor by the Emperor.	Thrawn successfully brought sections in the Unknown Regions under Imperial control.
pg.8: He touched a switch; and abruptly, the art show was gone. Instead, the room had become a miniature bridge monitor, with helm, engine, and weapons readouts on the walls and double display circle. The open space had become a holographic tactical display; in one corner a flashing sphere indicated the invaders. The wall display nearest to it gave an ETA estimate of twelve minutes.
pg.9-10: "Bridge: I want a twenty-degree port yaw rotation—bring us flat to the invaders' vector, superstructure pointing at them. As soon as they're within the outer perimeter, the Sector Four sentry line is to re-form behind them and jam all transmissions. "Y-yes, sir. Sir-?" "You don't have to understand, Lieutenant," Thrawn said, his voice abruptly cold. "Just obey." "Yes, Sir." Pellaeon took a careful breath as the displays showed the Chimaera rotating as per orders. "I'm afraid I don't understand, either, Admiral," he said. "Turning our superstructure toward tbem,—" Again, Thrawn stopped him with an upraised hand. "Watch and learn, Captain. That's fine, bridge: stop rotation and hold position here. Drop docking bay deflector shields, boost power to all others. TIE fighter squadrons: launch when ready. Head directly away from the Chimaera for two kilometers, then sweep around in open cluster formatian. Backfire speed, zonal attack pattern." He got an acknowledgment, then looked up at Peilaeon. "Do you understand now, Captain?" Pellaeon pursed his lips. "Im afraid not," he admitted. "I see now that the reason you turned the ship was to give the fighters some exit cover, but the rest is nothing but a classic Marg Sabl closure maneuver."	Docking bay deflector shields can be dropped while keeping the others online, and a Marg Sabl maneuver
pg.16: Automatically, his hand moved toward his lightsaber; but the motion had barely begun before it stopped. The sense of the creature coming through the doorway..."I'm over here, Threepio," he called.	Luke is able to sense C3P0 in the Force
pg.32: "The lettering on the side is hard to read at this distance, but Torve's best guess is that it's the Chimaera"	Star Destroyer names on the hull
pg.34: "There are several dangerous predator species living here, and the high metal content of the vegetation makes sensor readings unreliable at best."	Myrkr conditions; high metal content of the vegetation hampers sensors
pg.35: It took the Chimaera nearly five days at its Point Four cruising speed to cover the three hundred fifty light-years between Myrkr and Wayland.	Cruising speed for a Star Destroyer approximately 3 light years per hour.
pg.42: The words were barely out of his mouth when, without warning, an arrow flashed toward them from the right. It struck Thrawn in the side, barely missing the ysalamir tube wrapped around his shoulders and back, and bounced harmlessly off the body armor hidden beneath the white uniform.	Thrawn uses body armor. This brings up a question on Thrawn's alleged death in "The Last Command". Was Thrawn simply not wearing his body armor that day, when Rukh struck him down? Does he not wear armor on board the Chimaera?
pg.42: "You have the location?" "Yes," the Noghri grated, his blaster pointed at a squat two-story structiure a quarter of the way around the square from the palace. "Good." Thrawn raised the megaphone again. "One of your people just shot at us. Observe the consequences." Lowering the disk again, he nodded to Rukh. "Now." And with a tight grin of his needle teeth, Rukh proceeded—quickly, carefully, and scientifically—to demolish the building. He took out the windows and doors first, putting perhaps a dozen shots through them to discourage any further attack. Then he switched to the lower-floor walls. By the twentieth shot, the building was visibly trembling on its foundations. A handful of shots into the upper-floor walls, a few more into the lower- And with a thunderous crash, the building collapsed in on itself.	A blaster taking out a two-story building in less than thirty shots
pg.47-48: "These creatures you see on our backs are called ysalamiri. They're sessile tree-dwelling creatures from a distant, third-rate planet, and they have an interesting and possibly unique ability—they push back the Force." C'baoth frowned. "What do you mean, push it back?" "They push its presence out away from themselves," Thrawn explained. "Much the same way a bubble is created by air pushing outward against water. A single ysalamir can occasionally create a bubble as large as ten meters across; a whole group of them reinforcing one another can create much larger ones."	Ysalamir stats
pg.49: "Tell me, Master C'baoth, are you familiar with the Imperial Fleet's disastrous defeat at the Battle of Endor five years ago?" "I've heard rumors. One of the offworlders who came here spoke about it."	The war between the Rebellion and the Empire at the end of RETURN OF THE JEDI is officially referred to as "The Battle of Endor", which happened five years before
pg.49-51: "Then you must have wondered how a few dozen Rebel ships could possibly rout an Imperial force that outgunned it by at least ten to one?" "I didn't spend much time with such wonderings," C'baoth said dryly. "I assumed that the Rebels were simply better warriors." "In a sense, that's true," Thrawn agreed. "The Rebels did indeed fight better, but not because of any special abilities or training. They fought better than the Fleet because the Emperor was dead." He turned to Pellaeon. "You were there, Captain—you must have noticed it. The sudden loss of coordination between crew members and ships; the loss of efficiency and discipline. The loss, in short, of that elusive quality we call fighting spirit." "There was some confusion, yes," Pellaeon said stiffly. He was starting to see where Thrawn was going with this, and he didn't like it a bit. "But nothing that can't be explained by the normal stresses of battle." One blue-black eyebrow went up, just slightly. "Really? The loss of the Executor—the sudden, last-minute TIE fighter incompetence that brought about the destruction of the Death Star itself—the loss of six other Star Destroyers in engagements that none of them should have had trouble with? All of that nothing but normal battle stress?" "The Emperor was not directing the battle," Pellaeon snapped with a fire that startled him. "Not in any way. I was there, Admiral—I know." "Yes, Captain, you were there," Thrawn said, his voice abruptly hard. "And it's time you gave up your blindfold and faced the truth, no matter how bitter you find it. You had no real fighting spirit of your own anymore—none of you in the Imperial Fleet did. It was the Emperor's will that drove you; the Emperor's mind that provided you with the strength and resolve and efficiency. You were as dependent on that presence as if you were all borg-implanted into a combat computer." "That's not true," Pellaeon shot back, stomach twisting painfully within him. "It can't be. We fought on after his death." "Yes," Thrawn said, his voice quiet and contemptuous. "You fought on. Like cadets."	Thrawn's theory on the defeat at the Battle of Endor
pg.51: C'baoth snorted. "So is this what you want me for, Grand Admiral Thrawn?" he asked scornfully. "To turn your ships into puppets for you?" "Not at all, Master C'baoth," Thrawn told him, his voice perfectly calm again. "My analogy with combat borg implants was a carefully considered one."	Combat borg implants—a military version of Lobot?
pg.52: "Or perhaps you'll have your brave Star Destroyer captain try to level my city from orbit. Except that you can't risk damaging the mountain, can you?" "My gunners could destroy this city without even singing the grass on Mount Tantiss," Pellaeon retorted. "If you need a demonstration—."	Star Destroyer orbital bombardment accuracy
pg.54-55: "Jorus C'baoth is dead," Thrawn said. "He was one of the six Jedi Masters aboard the Old Republic's Outbound Flight project. I don't know if you were highly enough placed back then to have known about it." "I heard rumors," Pellaeon frowned, thinking back. "Some sort of grand effort to extend the Old Republic's authority outside the galaxy, as I recall, launched just before the Clone Wars broke out. I never heard anything more about it." "That's because there wasn't anything more to be heard," Thrawn said evenly. "It was intercepted by a task force outside Old Republic space and destroyed." Pellaeon stared at him, a shiver running up his back. "How do you know?" Thrawn raised his eyebrows. "Because I was the force's commander. Even at that early date the Emperor recognized that the Jedi had to be exterminated. Six Jedi Masters aboard the same ship was too good an opportunity to pass up."	Outbound Flight project. Apparently, its failure may have led to the erroneous myth that a ship can't leave the galaxy, as the "New Jedi Order" novels allege.
pg.51: Pellaeon licked his lips. "But then...?" "Who is it we've brought aboard the Chimaera?" Thrawn finished the question for him. "I should have thought that obvious. Joruus C'baoth—note the telltale mispronunciation of the name Jorus—is a clone." Pellaeon stared at him. "A clone?" "Certainly," Thrawn said. "Created from a tissue sample, probably sometime just before the real C'baoth's death." "Early in the war, in other words," Pellaeon said, swallowing hard. The early clones—or at least those the fleet had faced—had been highly unstable, both mentally and emotionally. Sometimes spectacularly so...
pg.66: "Luke?" she murmured. "Yes, I know," he murmured back. "Maybe they figure it's just part of the proper Jedi's outfit." "Or else their weapons detector doesn't read lightsabers," Han put in quietly from Leia's other side.	Yet another instance of a lightsaber failing to be identified as a weapon by weapons detectors
pg.72: And reaching out through the Force, Luke triggered the thumb switch.	Luke's precision control of the Force
pg.75: Guided by the Force, the spinning lightsaber cut through their ranks in a twisting curve, striking each of them in turn.	Luke using the Force on his thrown lightsaber
pg.76-77: Across the room a large open window faced the open-domed structure; but five floors was too far for even a Jedi to safely leap
pg.82: "As far as I can tell, nearly all the Jedi of the Old Republic carried lightsabers, even those who were primarily healers or teachers."
pg.86: "They report that the cloaking shield schematics seem complete, but that to actually build one will take some time. It'll also be highly expensive, at least for a ship the size of the Chimaera."
pg.95: Three thousandths of a light year away, the Bpfassh system's sun was a mere pinprick, indistinguishible from the other stars blazing all around them. Conventional military wisdom frowned on this business of picking a spot just outside the target system as a jumping-off point—it was considered dangerously easy for one or more ships to get lost on the way to such a rendezvous, and it was difficult to make an accurate hyperspace jump over so short a distance. He and Thrawn, in fact, had had a long and barely civilized argument over the idea the first time the Grand Admiral had included it in one if his attack plans. Now, after nearly a year of practice, the procedure had become almost routine.
pg.96: "Captain? Is my flagship ready?" Pellaeon brought his mind back to the business at hand. All ship defenses showed ready; the TIE fighters in their bays were manned and poised. "The Chimaera is fully at your command, Admiral," he said, the formal question and response a ghostly remembrance of the days when proper military protocol was the order of the day throughout the galaxy.	Proper protocol on the bridge of a Star Destroyer
pg.96: Ahead, the starlines faded into the mottling of hyperspace. "Speed, Point Three," the helmsman in the crew pit below called out, confirming the readout on the displays. "Acknowledged," Pellaeon said, flexing his fingers once and settling his mind into combat mode as he watched the timer now counting up from zero. Seventy seconds; seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy six— The starlines flared again through the mottled sky, and shrank back into stars, and the Chimaera had arrived.	Star Destroyer making a hyp jump three thousandths of a light year in 76 seconds at Point Three. Official upper limit on standard, unfocused sensors; the fleet made quick, precise scans of the system, noting the energy field and determining its strength. The base immediately registered the jump. There are 365.25 days in our year. That is 525,960 minutes in a year. Divided by 1000, times 3 is 1577.88 light minutes in 76 seconds, which is 1245.7 light-minutes per minute, or 1245.7 times c, which is about warp 10.76, STAR TREK TOS scale. *Note that each factor increases exponentially, kind of like warp factors. For example, the Thrawn trilogy also says that point 5 is 127 LY per hour. That is 2.12 LY per minute, 1,113,282 times c, or about warp 103.6 TOS scale, or about 894 times faster than point 3. (Brian Young)
pg.97: And with the bulk of his attention and power on the task of mentally communicating with two other task forces nearly four light-years away, C'baoth still had enough left to do all this.
pg.101: "I think the Athega system's still our best bet. Or it will be if we can find a way around the problems of the sunlight intensity there." "The problems will be minimal," Thrawn said with easy confidence. "If the jump is done with sufficient accuracy, the Judicator will be in direct sunlight for only a few minutes eacy way. Its hull can certainly handle that much. We'll simply need to take a few days first to shield the viewports and remove external sensors and communications equipment."
pg.108: He'd refused to let them wipe the X-wing's computer every few months, as per standard procedure. The inevitable result was that the computer had effectively molded itself around Artoo's unique personality, so much so that the relationship was almost up to true droid counterpart level. It made for excellent operational speed and efficency; unfortunately, it also meant that none of the maintenance computers could talk to the X-wing anymore.
pg.110: "No, they've got something new. Some kind of booster that lets them punch subspace transmissions through deflector shields and battle debris."
pg.113: "He's ok for now-all they're using is hand blasters."	Hand blasters ineffective against the Millennium Falcon
pg.114: "It's a fake," Han told him. "I can't believe it—these guys actually dug up another working YT-1300 freighter somewhere."	Indicates that freighters like the Millennium Falcon are rarely used anymore. Note that there were two YT-1300s seen in ATTACK OF THE CLONES, and one in REVENGE OF THE SITH
pg.114: "The outside shielding isn't great, but it blocks hand blasters just fine." "Will it block a lightsaber?"	Hand blasters ineffective against a YT-1300 freighter like the Millennium Falcon, but a lightsaber is not
pg.115-116: And with a blast and shock wave that knocked her flat against the ground, the whole ship bounced a meter in the air and then slammed back down again. Through the ringing in her ears, she heard someone give a war whoop. She'd been prepared to see the freighter leaking something as a result of Han's sabotage. She wasn't prepared for the huge white gaseous plume that was shooting skyward like the venting of a ruptured volcano. "You like it?" Han asked, easing over beside her and glancing up to admire his handiwork. "That probably depends on whether the ship's about to blow up," Leia countered. "What did you do? " "Cut through the coolant lines to the main drive," he told her, retrieving his blaster and handing back her the lightsaber. "That's all their pressurized korfaise gas floating away." "I thought coolant gases were dangerous to breathe," Leia said, looking warily at the billowing cloud. "They are," Han agreed. "but korfaise is lighter than air, so we won't have any trouble down here. Inside the ship is another matter. I hope."	Detailed scenario on how to disable a YT-1300 from the outside
pg.116: A violent thunderclap came from above them, flattening her to the ground with the shockwave. "What was that?" "That, sweetheart," Han said, pulling himself to his feet, "was the sound of an escape pod being jettisoned." He eased cautiously away from the relative protection of the ramp, scanning the sky. "Probably modified for atmospheric maneuvering. Never realized before how loud those things were." "They usually take off in vacuum," Leia reminded him, standing up herself.
pg.118: The underside swivel blaster was extended and ready, the deflector shields set for hair-trigger activation, despite the fact that the things weren't all that effective inside an atmosphere.	Shields (at least on the Falcon) affected by planetary atmosphere, and can be set for hair-trigger activation
pg.121: "The New Republic's encrypt codes are nearly impossible to break." Han snorted. "I hate to disillusion you, sweetheart, but there are slicers running around loose who eat goverment encrypt codes for breakfast. All we have to do is find one of them."
pg.123: It was odd, he thought, how it had only been on that first trip to Dagobah that the sensors had so totally failed on approach. Or perhaps not so odd. Perhaps that had been Yoda, deliberately suppressing his instruments so as to be able to guide him unsuspectingly to the proper landing site.
pg.134: "Nkllon's a superhot planet—way too close to its sun for any normal ship to get to without getting part of its hull peeled off."
pg.135: The transmitter crackled again. "Unidentified ship, this is Shieldship Nine. Ready to lock; please transmit your slave circuit code." "Right," Han muttered under his breath, touching the transmit switch. "Shieldship Nine, we dont have a slave circuit. Just give me your course and we'll stay with you." There was a moment of silence. "Very well, unidentified ship," the voice said at last—reluctantly, Han thought. "Set your course at two-eight-four; speed .6 sublight."	The Millennium Falcon can reach .6 sublight at least
pg.136: "Chewie's right," he told Leia firmly. "We don't slave this ship to anything. Ever."	Solo's thought on setting even a temporary slave circuit on the Millennium Falcon
pg.140-141: "Those shieldships aren't just for show, you know—the sunlight out there is strong enough to fry every sensor we have in a few seconds and take the Falcon's hull off a couple of minutes later."	Han tells Leia what would happen if the Falcon was directly exposed to the sunlight from Athega.
pg.142: It took Han's brain a handful of seconds to resolve the monster into its component parts: The old Dreadnaught Cruiser on top, the forty captured Imperial AT-AT's underneath carrying it across the ground, the shuttles and pilot vehicles moving around and in front of it.	Lando's Nomad City
pg.145: The Star Destroyer itself didn't worry him—if Lando's descriptions of the sunlight's intensity were right, the big ship itself was probably helpless by now, its sensors and maybe even a fair amount of its armament vaporized right off its hull.	Athega's effect on a Star Destroyer Judicator
pg.150: "Captain Pellaeon, how long will it take to repair the damage to the Judicator? "Several days at least, Admiral," Pellaeon told him. "Depending on the damage, it could take as long as three or four weeks."	Repair time Star Destroyer Judicator to recover from Athega's effect
pg.150: "I want a course projection, Captain," Thrawn said, his voice cold but steady. "The most direct line from Nkllon to Jomark, at the best speed a hyperdrive-equipped X-wing could take it."	Suggestion that some X-wings are NOT hyperdrive-equipped?
pg.155: "I've always thought putting a hyperdrive on something that small was a poor idea."	Lando's opinion on hyperdrive-equipped X-wings
pg.157: "A becon call?" "Luke frowned, cupping it in his hand. "You mean like a ship's remote?" "Right," Lando nodded. "Only a lot more sophisticated. If you had a ship with a full-rig slave system you could tap in a single command on the call and the ship would come straight to you, automatically maneuvering around any obstacles along the way. Some of them would even fight their way through opposing ships, if necessary, with a reasonable degree of skill."	Tech: Starship becon-call
pg.158: "Pre-Clone Wars calls could run for a century or more on standby."	Life expectancy of a becon call
pg.162: —and a shiny borg implant wrapped around the back of his head.	Lando's chief programmer wearing a device similar to Lobot's from Cloud City, referred to as a "borg implant"
pg.164: "Did it ever occur to you to wonder why Master Yoda was able to stay hidden from the Emperor and Vader all those years?" She shrugged. "I suppose I assumed they didn't know he existed." "Yes, but they should have," Luke pointed out.	Luke should know that the Emperor knew of Yoda. The Emperor told him as much in the RETURN OF THE JEDI novelization.
pg.166: "Don't forget that Yoda wasn't counting them—both Vader and the Emperor were still alive when he said that you were the last Jedi."	Leia makes a very good point.
pg.175: Halfway across the room, one of the sculptures had not disappeared with the others. Sitting all alone in its globe of light, it slowly writhed on its pedestal like a wave in some bizarre alien ocean. "Yes," Thrawn said from behind him. "That one is indeed real."	Thrawn's holograms—so detailed they are mistaken for the real thing
pg.176: "I wound up destroying their world."	Thrawn destroyed a world while assigned to the Fringes
pg.179: "No, I want the deflector shields down," Luke shouted back. "We need the extra speed."	Distribution of power in an X-wing, and its effects on speed performance
pg.179: "Artoo, I need a fast reprogramming on one of the proton torpedoes," he called. "I want to drop it at zero delta-v, then have it turn around and head straight aft. No sensors or homing codes, either—I want it to go out cold. Can you do that?" There was an affirmative beep.	Proton torpedo versatility
pg.179-180: With its guidance sensors in their normal active state, the torpedo would be subject to the Star Destroyer's impressive array of jamming equipment; going out cold like this would limit the Imperials' response to trying to shoot ot down with laser fire.
pg.180: Speed alone wasn't going to save him now, and a near miss could end the contest right here and now.	A near miss from a Star Destroyer's weapons would be enough to destroy Luke's X-wing
pg.182: "On my signal, I want you to reverse-trigger the acceleration compensator-full power, and bypass the cutoffs if you have to." And with a scream of horribly stressed electronics, the X-wing came to a sudden dead stop. His thumbs, ready on the firing buttons, jabbed down hard, sending a pair of proton torpedoes lancing forward; simultaneously, he pulled the X-wing upward. The Star Destroyer's tractor beam, tracking him along his path, had momentarily gotten lost by his sudden maneuver. If the computers guiding that lock would now be considerate enough to latch onto the proton torpedoes instead of him— And suddenly the torpedoes were gone, leaving behind only a wisp of their exhaust trail to show that they'd been snatched off their original course. The gamble had suceeded; the Star Destroyer was now steadily pulling in the wrong target.	Luke's escape from a Star Destroyer's tractor beam
pg.187-188: Luke's reverse-triggering of the acceleration compensator had caused an unanticipated feedback surge into both hyperdrive motivators—not enough to fry them on the spot, but scorching them badly enough to cause a sudden failure ten minutes into their escape. At the Point Four the ship had been doing at the time, that translated into approximately half a light-year of distance.	The downside to Luke's escape from a Star Destroyer's tractor beam
pg.188: Just for good measure, the same power surge had also completely crystallized the subspace radio antenna.	X-wing subspace radio antenna
pg.189: Luke hadn't done a lot of X-wing maintenance, but he knew enough to recognize that without an intact superconducting shield, a hyperdrive motivator was little more than a box of interconnected spare parts.
pg.193: Having Threepio and his seven-million language translator along would have made this whole thing so much less awkward.	Threepio has learned an extra million languages/communications five years after ROTJ
pg.200: [It a kshyy vine is,] he assured her. [Don not worry about its strength. It is strongerr than composite cable material, and cannot even by blasters be cut. Too, it is self-repairing.] [Various parasites and fungi, if unchecked, can erode them.]	Kshyy vines on Kashyyyk
pg.201: It was easy to forget that, despite their somewhat quaint-looking arboreal villages and their own animalistic appearance, Wookiees generally were quite at home with high technology.
pg.206: Even with shortcuts, it would still take nearly fifteen minutes to bring the X-wing's engines from a cold start to any serious possibility of flight, let alone combat.
pg.207: A fully loaded bulk freighter couldn't possibly have managed the deceleration profile Artoo had noted earlier. Either they were lying about that, or else that normal-looking drive system had undergone a complete and massive upgrading.	Gross weight of a ship can affect its reversion to realspace, unless the engines are modified substantially
pg.209: The Wild Karrde's small docking bay was directly above him, its outer door gaping invitingly. Luke checked his instruments, confirmed there was indeed a corridor of air between the two ships, and took a deep breath.	Tech: containment forcefield used to transit passengers from one ship to another
pg.210: It was for certain, though, that there were no crew members or droids back there, and that was all he needed to know for the moment.	Again, Luke can sense the presence of droids with the Force
pg.212: There were Jedi methods for fighting off unconciousness. But they all took at least a split second of preparation—a split second that Luke did not have.
pg.213: More than an hour or two was well beyond the safe capabilities of any stun weapon he'd ever heard of.
pg.214: He couldn't sense anything. Not people, not droids, not even the forest beyond his window.	Luke under the effects of the Ysalamiri. And again the indication that he can sense the presence of droids with the Force
pg.233: The wine arrived on a tray delivered through a slidehatch in the center of the table. "Will there be anything else, gentles?" the holo girl asked. Lando shook his head, picking up the carafe and the two glasses that had come with it. "Not right now, thank you." "Thank you." She and the tray disappeared.	Hard light holo tray
pg.234-235: "I know what they want," Han growled. "They want the twins." Lando stared at him, a startled look on his face. "Are you sure?" "As sure as I am of any of this," Han said. "Why else didn't they just use stun weapons on us in that Bpfassh ambush? Because the things have a better than fifty-fifty chance of sparking a miscarriage, that's why."	Stun weapons can cause a miscarriage
pg.255: His right hand. His artificial right hand. His artificial, dual-power-supply right hand..."Artoo, you know anything about cybernetic limb replacements?" he called, levering the wrist access port open with his metal triangle.	Luke's bionic hand has a dual power supply that an be accessed through the wrist port
pg.255-256: He'd forgotten how incredibly complex the whole thing was. "All I need to do is get one of the power supplies out. Think you can walk me through the procedure?" The pause this time was shorter, and the reply more confident. "Good," Luke said. "Let's get to it."	Luke can understand R2 well enough to be walked through a complicated mechanical procedure
pg.262: "Where did we wind up putting the Millennium Falcon?" "It's over on pad eight," Aves said. Back in under the edge of the forest then. That was good-the high metal content of Myrkr's trees would help shield it from the Chimaera's sensors.
pg.266: "Lightsabers aren't supposed to be highly detectable, but there's no point in taking chances."
pg.276: He'd hoped the sensor-scrambling effect of Myrkr's trees would have hidden the Skipray chase from Thrawn's view. Obviously, it hadn't. "Our sensors—the metallic content of the trees fouls them up badly." "We had a higher observation angle," Thrawn said.
pg.285: "Quiet," Mara muttered. "They'll have left a sensor behind, just in case someone comes back." Luke frowned. "How do you know?" "Because that's standard Imperial procedure in a case like this," she growled.
pg.313: [Stun weapon,] he corrected. [A quieterr weapon, but it was set too low for Wookiees. I am only a little weak.]	Heavier stun than normal needed to bring down a Wookiee
pg.342: Pellaeon nodded at the ship. "I don't like sending them into enemy territory without any communications." "We don't have much choice in the matter," Thrawn reminded him dryly. "That's how a cloaking shield works—nothing gets out, nothing gets in." He cocked an eyebrow. "Assuming, of course, that it works at all," he added pointedly.	A cloaking device blinds a ship from the outside universe
pg.349: "Probably using a wide ring of Chariot assalut vehicles or hoverscouts with a group of speeder bikes working around each focal point. Its the standard stormtrooper format for a web."
pg.364: The stormtroopers were good all right. There was no panic that Luke could detect; no sudden freezing in astonishment or indecision. They were moving into combat position almost before the blaster fire had begun: those already at the archway hugging close to the stone pillars to return covering fire, the rest moving quickly to join them.
pg.377: They must have forgotten to report in, was Pellaeon's first, hopeful reaction. But it died stillborn. Stormtroopers didn't forget such things. Ever.
pg.376: "Inform Captain Brandei that there have been no changes," Pellaeon told him, standing at the starboard viewport and gazing out at the shadowy shapes gathered around the Chimaera, all but the closest identifiable only by the distinctive pattern of their running lights. It was an impressive task force, one worthy of the old days: five Imperial Star Destroyers, twelve Strike-class cruisers, twenty-two of the old Carrack-class light cruisers, and thirty full squadrons of TIE fighters standing ready in their hangar bays.	Thrawn's Slus Van attack force sitting three thousandths of a light year away, obviously silent running so as not to be easily detectable by the shipyards
pg.383: For an instant, as chunks of the cargo bay flew outward, he could see into the emptiness there... but even as his eyes and brain registered the odd fact that he could see into the disintegrating cargo bay but not beyond it— The bay was suddenly no longer empty. One of the X-wing pilots gasped. A tight-packed mass was in there, totally filling the space where the Larkhess's sensors had read nothing. A mass that was even now exploding outward like a hornet's nest behind the pieces of the bay. A mass that in seconds had resolved itself into a boiling wave front of TIE fighters.	Cloaking shield details
pg.385: He broke off as a screech from the X-wing's etheric rudder came faintly over the speaker.
pg.389: "What was that?" Luke asked. "I don't know," Wedge said, blinking away the afterimage. "It looked too bright for laser fire." "It was a plasma jet," Han grunted as the Falcon came up alongside him. "Right on top of the bridge emergency escape hatch. Thats what they wanted the mole miners for. They're using them to burn through the hulls—"
pg.391: "Luke, try to blow it apart instead of disintegrating it," Han suggested.	Falcon quad guns power settings
pg.392: And through the opening, a monstrous, robotlike figure came charging out. "What—?" "It's a spacetrooper," Han snapped back. "A stormtrooper in zero-gee armor." "But watch out for that spacetrooper—he's using miniature proton torpedoes or something."
pg.394: "Starboard turbolasers: focus all fire on the Assault Frigate at thirty-two mark forty," Thrawn spoke up calmly. "Concentrate on the starboard side of the ship only." The Chimaera gun crews responded with a withering hail of laser fire. The Assault Frigate tried to swerve away; but even as it turned, its entire starboard side seemed to flash with vaporized metal. The weapons from that section, which had been firing nonstop, went abruptly silent. "Excellent," Thrawn said. "Starboard tractor crews: lock on and bring it in close. Try to keep it between the damaged shields and the enemy. And be sure to keep its starboard side facing toward us; the port side may still have active weapons and a crew to use them." Clearly against its will, the Assault Frigate began to move inward.	Starboard turbolasers on a Star Destroyer can concentrate on one target, as can starboard tractor crews. Star Destroyer tractor crews can also keep a target oriented as they wish, and can drag a ship against its will (propulsion still operative) into position for capture or use as a shield
pg.395: "Have Cloak Leader detail a TIE fighter to bring him out."	A TIE fighter can pick up a Spacetrooper?
pg.395: Han brought the Falcon as close as he could to the Frigate's engines without risking a backwash, "There's got to be some way to take out a capital ship." "That's what other capital ships are for," Wedge put in.