Naiade oil painting

cut and run-down as the majority of Mos Eisley. Its sloping sides were crumbling in placesinstead of being smoothly fashioned as they were on more populous worlds. Lukefelt it formed the perfect setting for the spacecraft Chewbacca was leading themtoward. That battered ellipsoid which could only loosely be labeled a ship appeared tohave been pieced together out of old hull fragments and components discarded asunusable by other craft. The wonder of it, Luke mused, was that the thing actuallyheld its shape. Trying to picture this vehicle as spaceworthy would have caused himto collapse in hysteria—were the situation not so serious. But to think of traveling toAlderaan in this pathetic… "What a piece of junk," he finally murmured, unable to hide his feelings anylonger. They were walking up the rampway toward the open port. "This thingcouldn't possibly make it into hyperspace." Kenobi didn't comment, but merely gestured toward the port, where a figure wascoming to meet them. Either Solo had supernaturally acute hearing, or else he was used to the reactionthe sight of the Millennium Falcon produced in prospective passengers. "She maynot look like much," he confessed as he approached them, "but she's all go. I'veadded a few unique modifications to her myself. In addition to piloting, I like totinker. She'll make point five factors beyond lightspeed."