Disney had placed a model of the Millennium Falcon in Star Wars Land, one of the elements that drew countless Star Wars fans. At that moment, three furtive figures were sneaking toward the massive ship through its shadow.
Natasha, standing before the Shop at the edge of the rocky mountain in the distance, looked at Nick and said, "No matter how I look at it, this model doesn't seem capable of flying. It doesn't even have engines."
"What's impossible in this detached amusement park?" Nick shrugged. "Maybe the ship is just an empty shell when any of us enter it, but the moment those strange outsiders step aboard, it can immediately take off."
"Besides, even if it really can't fly, aren't there still the mages? At worst, have them lift the ship and throw it through to the other side of a portal. Tell me, wouldn't that count as flying there?"
Natasha rolled her eyes slightly and took out her phone. "I'd better arrange for the mages first. Even if the ship can fly, how long would it take to reach the center of the Milky Way Galaxy? Doctor Schiller can't wait that long. Better just throw it over there."
On the other side, Solo's group discovered that they did not need to sneak around at all, because there were no guards beside the ship. It looked as though it had simply been placed there as an exhibit.
Their greatest difficulty was that all the locals rushed over to take pictures with them. Quite a few even knew their names, and some were holding statues of Luke Skywalker.
"Could this be some Rebel fanatic planet?" Rey looked around in disbelief. She had never received such treatment before.
Seeing this, Solo decided to leave as quickly as possible. He worried that