Once the memory transfer was complete, Strangle, who knew the drill, ordered the fake Darth Vader to hide aboard Aphra's ship. Su Ming then told Adjutant to teleport the Millennium Falcon over.
Yes, Luke, Han Solo, and the others had repaired their ship right in front of Deathstroke on Haven IV. They had practically invited him to tamper with it as a backup plan. If he hadn't, all his years as a Mercenary would have been for nothing.
Teleporting a ship under someone else's control, along with everyone inside it, required Boom Tube Teleportation. This time, the disturbance was enormous, like a thunderclap rolling across the desert.
Wherever the Millennium Falcon had been headed, its thrusters were still firing when it was dumped into the desert. It skipped across the sea of sand like a stone over water and vanished from sight in an instant, trailing thick smoke.
"Teleport it again, Adjutant." Su Ming set down his drink and fried chicken, growing a little more serious.
Another boom rang out. The Millennium Falcon, which had already bounced and skidded away, reappeared in a flash of light not far from the group. Deathstroke immediately held it in midair with Force Telekinesis. With his other hand, he used the Green Lantern Ring to conjure several objects shaped like toilet plungers and plugged every thruster nozzle.
Sure enough, the Millennium Falcon's rear end exploded. With its power gone, it finally settled down.
The Sorcerer Supreme released his loosely clenched hands. The ship sank into the desert with what sounded like a squelch, and billowing smoke rose to blot out the moonlight.
Before long, the cargo hatch was pushed open. The princess was shoved out first, followed by Luke and Han Solo, then Chewbacca jumped out carrying the two droids.
That smell of burning