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Lando Calrissian Adventures books

Post by Mr. Oragahn » Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:46 pm

There's like three of them, but I don't have proper page ref. They're from a PDF so I use the PDF pages instead.
If I have more time, I'll post some more quotes.
For the moment I'll deal with the second book out of three. Since it's not meant to be a review, I put it here.

A droid shaped like a pentagone with five serpentine appendages is wandering around in an artificial cosmopolitan area built within some kind of asteroid of the Oseon system.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 2/100 wrote: In the plush, cosmopolitan resort, the creature doing the singing
might well be a photosynthetic vegetable attempting to attract pollen
carriers, and the foliage it perched in, a soil-rooted animal. The
entire Oseon System was like that, a rich-man's playground, cleverly
intended by those who had ordained its construction to be full of
surprises. But then, so was life itself. Their very presence in this
overstuffed watering hole, his and his master's, was ample testimony to
that.
Vuffi Raa forced his jumbled thoughts back into relevant channels.
He was a Class Two droid, with intellectual and emotional
capacities roughly equaling those of organic sapients. And an
uncorrected tendency in his programming to let his mind wander and to
mix his metaphors on occasion. It was a price he paid for being one of
the rare machines abroad with an imagination.
At the moment, it was a luxury he couldn't afford. He held the
blackened evidence before his eye again as a reminder. It was a
fist-sized chunk of scorched metal and fused silicon. A few hours ago,
it had been a neutrino hybridizer, a delicate and critical component in
the sub-lightspeed drive of a certain class and vintage of starship.
Now it looked like a microcredit's worth of asteroid detailings.
Unconscious of a gesture he had acquired from long association with
human beings, Vuffi Raa raised his free tentacle to scratch at the upper
portion of his five-sided torso - the closest thing he had to a head.
The little droid was pentadextrous, having no preference as to which of
his five sinuous limbs he used for getting around on, which he used for
holding, carrying, or manipulating objects. Such as treacherous lumps of
recently molten quartz and platinum.
A well-rounded, versatile, and radially symmetrical fellow was
Vuffi Raa. And a very worried one.
It's a very rare droid capable of emotions and above all having an imagination of some kind.
We have an indication that "neutrino-hybridizers" use metal and silicon as their constituent materials.
One such devices is a delicate and critical components used in a sub-lightspeed drive in some kind of retro starship.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 7/100 wrote:
Besides, it wasn't much as nebulosities go. Even deep inside the
scruffy patch of gas, a few molecules every cubic meter produced very
little visible clouding. They did slow a ship down, however, making it
dangerous to use the faster-than-light drive. That's probably why the
regular lines avoided the place. But Lando, calculating distance over
time, had figured that, even at a substantial reduction from lightspeed,
they'd still gain time and profit thereby.
Is it suggesting that a ship punches its way through baryonic matter at speeds greater than c? o_O
Or is indirectly implying that the overall mass of matter will have a substantial influence on the hyperdrives?
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 7/100 wrote: Waiting until the last possible moment, he let loose all four
barrels on maximum power and dispersal. Lights dimmed aboard the Falcon.
Two saucer-shaped drones blossomed into fireballs, the third was holed
severely. The fourth, fifth, and sixth zoomed over his head in ragged
formation, past the gun-blister, and out of his visual range before he
could tell what he'd done to them. He released the triggers.
The Falcon's weapons can use a huge amount of the ship's power production.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 7/100 wrote: Nebulosities were good for hiding spaceships. The gas, dust, and
ions, the magnetic and static fields made a hash of long-range sensor
instrumentation. That's why they'd wound up in this confounded-
Long range sensors are blocked by nebulosities.
Clearly, even if they were to be supspace based, it would mean subspace would be affected by nebulosities.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 8/100 wrote: Trusting his ship's shields, Lando bore down upon the quad-gun,
drilling its quadruple high-power beams at the reaction-drive outlet at
the far end of the pirate's spherical section.
Once again the Falcon's interior lights dimmed, and for the first
time, it occurred to Lando that his heavy trigger finger was costing
something... However, the enemy's thrust tubes were beginning to glow.
First red, they quickly became orange-yellow. They'd been molded to
withstand heat and pressure right enough, but not from the outside in.
More light dimming.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 8/100 wrote: At the extreme end of her flight line, toward the edge of the
nebulosity, Lando could make out the flash as she shifted into
faster-than-light. It was a deadly risk even so; they must be frightened
badly.
Going FTL still inside the nebulosity produced a flash.
Considering the lack of flash when a ship goes FTL, I suggest this to be an odd reaction with the nebula.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 8/100 wrote: “Well, well! Stand down from Battle Stations,” he informed his
mechanical partner, “I’ll be up to the cockpit in a minute. Put some
coffeine on, will you? And by the way, Vuffi Raa...”
Got coffee?
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 8/100 wrote: Stepping into the broadly curving main corridor, Lando passed the
sublight-drive area of the Millennium Falcon. As if sprouting from the
floor, there stood a tapered chromium snakelike entity, about a meter
long, tending the control panel. At its slenderest end, it branched into
five slim, delicate “fingers” that twisted knobs and adjusted
slide-switches. In the center of the “Palm,” Lando knew, was a small
glassy red eyespot. Farther along, where a cluster of instruments
comprised the radar and other detection devices, another metallic
serpent stood watch.
There were three more like it elsewhere in the ship, giving
attention to sensitive areas that could not be handled from the cockpit
monitors.
Lando used his droid's long snake-like mechanical parts to take care of the ship's systems.
We learn more about them and they're limbs which can be plugged back into Vuffi Raa, which Lando used as a copilot.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 9/100 wrote: “By the Edge! Look at those power-consumption gauges! Those
quad-guns are expensive to shoot! We would have used less power going
the long way around!” It was a hell of a note, Lando thought, when even
defeating a band of pirates had to be calculated on the balance sheet.
And at a loss.
Funny reference about the expensive expenditures of energy for weapons fire. :)

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 11/100 wrote: “But say, you're Cap'n Calrissian, ain't ya, from the Millennium
Falcon? Gotta message for you somewhere here.” He fumbled in his overall
pockets until he pulled out a chip with a Keyboard displayed on its
face, punched numbers and letters into it.
“Right! From the Oseon, it says. That's quite a ways away, ain't
it? You want it now?”
“Oh, very well,” Lando answered despondently. He didn't really
care. All he really wanted was a nice quiet place to lie down for a
century or two.
“Okay, that'll be thirteen-fifty, Mac.”
Lando blinked. So it wasn't a paid message. Odd, and thirteen and a
half credits seemed a little cheap for interstellar communication,
but... He pulled a few bills out of his pocket.
“You don't unnerstand, Mac. There's an import fee on interstellar
messages here. We figure a fella oughta be content with what's on just
one planet, an' not go sashayin' off... Anyway, that'll be thirteen
hundred an' fifty credits.”
“Forget it, then,” said Lando in disgust. “It's probably just-“
The little man grinned up at him. “There's a two-thousand credit
penalty for not pickin' up interstellar messages. Ain't neat t'leave 'em
lyin' around.”
Interesting example of an implied price for interstellar messaging.
Lando first understands 13.50 credits, which he finds a little bit low.
But the business is so wrecked due to the recent political upheaval that the real price turns out to be 1350.
Notice the odd mention of "bills", suggesting use of paper or at least anything that fits with the concept of a bill that fits in a pocket.
Notice that several mentions of credit values in the book show that one could quickly gain several thousand of them in games of sabacc.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 24/100 wrote: Then, they'd gone over the interior of the Falcon centimeter by
centimeter, being the untrusting types that they were, looking for
additional sabotage. They had found nothing. Vuffi Raa had wanted to
climb outside and check the hull, but had been severely vetoed: the
fields around a ship in ultra-lightspeed drive were not only physically
dangerous, but the distortions of reality they created could drive even
a droid insane. Besides, he'd studied the manuals enough to know that
the defense shields flowed along the surface of the ship, in the first
few molecules of her skin. A bomb attached outside could only do less
than minimal damage.
Interesting note about the effects of hyperspace on droid AI and, some aspects of the physics of hyperspace as well, and above all, a clear indication of the very tight hull hugging shields, so much that a bomb strapped to the ship's hull would expend most of its energy outside of the shields, not directly onto the hull.

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 33/100 wrote: And now this. Aside from the arrest itself and the keyboardwork it
engendered, there were the impoundment documents, to be completed in
nanolicate, it seemed. This Lando Calrissian, a wandering tramp who
hadn't filled out so much as a single visa form, had so far collected
one hundred seventy-three thousand credits from his betters (and hers)
without lifting a finger to do any honest work. That had been
confiscated, of course, and, whether he was ultimately found innocent or
guilty, would go to pay the expenses he'd imposed on the administrative
services of the Oseon.
That much money would have supported half a hundred families like
Bassi Vobah's for a year. It was simply indecent for an individual to
gain so much so easily. At least justice reached a long arm out to
punish evil-doers sometimes. This was one occasion when her job
generated a great deal of satisfaction.
And then there was the broken-down smuggling vessel he claimed was
a freighter. That was worth fifteen or twenty thousand. If she could
think of additional appropriate charges, the ship would go on auction to
pay for them. Also that pilot/repair droid. It was worth considerably
more than the ship and would have a much more enthusiastic market in the
Oseon.
Mark it down at fifty thousand credits.
173,000 credits won from game tables.
Enough to sustain about 50 families for a year in that part of the galaxy: 3460 credits each, that is.

The Millenum Falcon? About 15~20 thousands.
Less than the rare droid, which could be pegged at 50 KC.

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 41/100 wrote: “Bohhuah Mutdah is a retired industrialist, a trillionaire. His
holdings in the Oseon are the largest in the system by a single
individual, and it is possible that he is the wealthiest person in the
civilized galaxy.
Based on this, the likeliness to find one super wealthy single individual's holdings reaching more than trillions is bound to be exceptionally rare, if not downright impossible.
It is a nice bit of information about the galactic economy.
Nothing in the book suggests that the credits in question aren't imperial credits.
Which as I and JMS noted, are very similar in value to dollars. One IC gets you about the same kind of commodities a single dollar bill would.
See here for rumblings about the imperial economy and its legal tender.


Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 46/100 wrote: Deep within the honeycombed recesses of Oseon 6845, down where
enormous pipes the diameter of a man's height conveyed air and water and
other vital substances from fission-powered machinery to hotels and
offices and stores and other places habituated by human beings, down
where no one but an occasional robot made its perfunctory rounds, a
meeting was being held.
Fission-powered machines take care of moving fluids and other vital substances thorough the modified asteroid.

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, Chap XI, pages 56-57/100 wrote: STEADILY THE MOTLEY fighter squadron bore down on the Millennium
Falcon. Its instruments unreliable, bound to a predetermined course, the
converted freighter was a helpless target.
Lando reached to the panel without hesitation, flipped a bank of
switches, cutting off the artificial gravity and inertial buffers. Loose
items in the cockpit swirled and floated as he punched the override and
took control of the ship from the computer. He couldn't see - not with
the dials and gauges acting the way they were - but he could feel. He
could con her by the seat of his pants.
Whether or not they reached their destination was of secondary
importance; survival came first.
A pair of fighters streaked by, spitting fire. The Falcon's shields
glowed and pulsed, absorbing the energy, feeding it into the reactors.
There were limits to the amount that could be absorbed that way - in
which case the reactor would come apart, taking the ship and everything
within a thousand kilometers with it - but for now, each unsuccessful
pass fed the Millennium Falcon's engines.
And her guns.
Rolling to defeat another run by the fighters, he slapped the
intercom switch. “Bassi Vobah, try and reach the starboard gun-blister!
I need some help with the shooting!”
Silence.
Diving steeply, finishing up with a flip that left four fighters
soaring helplessly past the freighter, Lando realized that Vuffi Raa, in
a moment of demented frustration, had wrecked the intercom. He was on
his own, for the first time since acquiring the little robot.
He wasn't liking it much.
A pair of smaller weapons on the upper hull was controllable from
the cockpit. Lando started keyboarding until he had established fire
control through a pair of auxiliary pedals beneath the console. Then,
turning sharply - and feeling for the first time the stresses of
acceleration as it piled his blood up in odd parts of his body - he trod
on the pedals, blasting away at three of the enemy as they passed.
Shields can absorb energy and feed the reactor, and weapons. Not sure this system was still in place by the time Solo took the ship.
Guns can be controlled by pedals under the console.

I'm surprised the gun-blister would be of any use against enemy fighters, if we're talking about the small device seen in TESB at Echo Base, used to shoot down snowtroopers.

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 57-58/100 wrote: The Falcon lurched, as if lifted suddenly from behind, then
stabilized as Lando applied counterthrust. Something solid had smacked
her in the underside vicinity of the boarding ramp, always a weak point.
He skated her in a broad horizontal loop, gave her half a roll as she
came around, and there it was: another fighter, its fuselage
accordioned, its engines spouting flames.
Ramming? In this century? They must be pretty desperate. And
certainly not pirates, Lando thought as he fought the ship into a better
attitude to fire from. No profit in ramming.
The bombers, then? The man he'd killed on 6845 could have been a
fighter pilot. What had he done to get an entire squadron of fighter
pilots angry with him?
The Falcon jumped again. This time the instruments - if they could
be relied upon - showed heavy fire being poured into the hull about
where the fighter had rammed her. Sure enough, the shields, never at
their strongest there, were steadily deteriorating. He rolled the ship,
only to be attacked in the same place by another group of fighters. The
battle was getting serious. All right, then: he hadn't anyone to help
him, and a battle by attrition was a losing proposition. He only had one
ship to lose.
Lando puzzled at the use of ramming techniques against small cargos by enemy starfighers.
We also learn of a weaker spot in the shield.

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 58-59/100 wrote: No, they were headed toward the Oseon's fractious primary. His hand
swept instrument switches. The screens still showed an indecipherable
hash, but coming up a little to the starboard was a small cluster of
asteroids, irregulars, following their own course through the belt. He
modified his course to meet them.
As he switched the instruments back off, he could see the tiny
fleet of fighter craft behind him. The screen had shown him half a
hundred asteroids. His naked eyes showed him half a hundred more, all
small - none greater than a few kilometers - all very tightly bunched
together. Taking a great chance, Lando cut straight through them until
he saw a sort of miracle ahead.
Whether it had been a single rock, struck and not quite split in
half, or a pair of floating worldlets that upon colliding had not quite
wholly fused, there was a clear crack around its circumference, seventy
or eighty kilometers long, no more than twenty meters wide.
Using everything he had to stand her on her nose - without smearing
everybody aboard into roseberry jam in the absence of inertial buffering
- he steered for the crack, orienting himself correctly and establishing
a tangent course to the double asteroid. At the last moment he killed
everything but the attitude controls and the docking jets, brought her
to a gentle stop deep within the crevasse.
The portside windows showed a half a dozen fighters streaking past
without noticing where he'd hidden. Puffing little bursts of attitude
reactant, he ground the Falcon gently into place. The guns he could
control he aimed at open sky. The Flamewind pulsed luridly, looking like
a far-off fireworks display.
Which is when he noticed the instruments. One by one, as he
checked them, most of his instrumentation seemed to turn reliable again.
He guessed his hidey-hole was an iron-nickel asteroid that acted as a
shield against the storm of radiation. The protection wasn't perfect,
but it was within the abilities of the ship's electronics to correct.
Two big lumps (several dozens kilometers) of nickel-iron losely tied together provide a protection for the sensors against the radiations in that stormy region of the system.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 60-61/100 wrote: The first order of business had been the Falcon herself. She'd been
pretty badly battered by the desperate flight through the Flamewind and
the battle with those tramp fighters - Lando still didn't know who the
Core they were or why they had attacked him. She'd never been
constructed for astrobatics with her inertial dampers shut down. The
stresses to her hull and frame must have been titanic.
In addition, she'd been shot at and even rammed, albeit by a tiny,
lightweight single-seater with insufficient mass to do very much except
momentarily overload her dynamic shielding. That was the Key, of course:
her force fields had held her together through everything; she was
basically a loose pile of nuts and bolts kept in one place by
electromagnetogravitic gimcrackery.
EM-grav forces help maintain the Millennium Falcon whole when "inertia dampers" are off.
In other words, structural strengthening fields.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 61/100 wrote: There was nothing he could do right now about the purely mechanical
battering. Her seals were intact, the ramp would work perfectly
(although there'd be a slight bulge to stumble over, exiting the ship),
and what really counted was the shielding.
He moved the micropole another centimeter to the right, waited for
the robot's confirmation, and riveted it in place. He didn't understand
why the Falcon's previous operators hadn't done this long ago. They had
the parts in stores. Just lazy, perhaps. When he was done, the effective
density of her defenses would be doubled - of course with a correlative
increase in what the shields pulled out of the power plant. Maybe that
explained things.
Lando fiddles with the defenses and increases the shield's capacity significantly.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 67-68/100 wrote: hes. He had some time: the crevasse was deep, composed mostly of
metal-bearing rock. It would take the enemy a while to find the Falcon,
especially since they were out in that impossible storm.
Taking his first risk, he cut the gravity in the lounge. A needle
on a power-consumption gauge dropped slightly to the left. Next, he
began robbing power from every other system. Out went every light in the
ship. Off went the life-support A nee they'd all be fine for a few
minutes without it, and, if his plan didn't work, they wouldn't need it.
He'd never reactivated the inertial damping; he placed it on standby,
contingent on what happened next. When he was finished, only the panel
lights were glowing, that and Vuffi Raa's great eye behind him. The ship
was deadly silent. With enormous reluctance, he cut the standby power to
every gun on the ship. It made him feel naked, but they were useless for
what he had in mind.
A rather steam-punkish gauge indicator here. Reminds of RSA's observation of the hydrothing tools used by Han Solo to repair some systems inside the freighter.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 68/100 wrote: “Let them wonder.” He reached across the instrument array and
flipped the shields on.
Lights sprang into bright existence, making him feel better. Then
he unlatched a metal cover over a graduated knob. Normally it was set at
a tiny minus value, placing the main strength of the shields just under
the first few molecules of the ship's skin. There were sound reasons for
this, but Lando didn't care about them now. He turned the knob, slowly,
very carefully.
The ship's structure groaned as the shields expanded, first a
millimeter, then a centimeter away from the surface of the hull.
Stresses were transmitted through the hull members to the heavily
buttressed casing of the field generator. Lando turned the knob a little
more.
The Falcon had been tightly wedged within the rock, the wheel of
her upper airlock hatch scraping one side of the crevice, the bottom of
her hull abraded by the other. There hadn't been a millimeter to spare.
Now Lando was demanding more room, expanding the shields against
the asteroid's substance. He turned the knob again; something groaned
like a living – or dying - thing aft of the cockpit, but the panel
lights still showed everything intact.
Half a dozen fighters shot by the lip of the crevasse, seeking,
searching, probing. One of them fired an experimental shot. It
penetrated and rebounded half a dozen times within the walls before it
faded.
A knob to dial the shield's offset.
A fighter's shot bounces off several times against the nickel-iron walls of the asteroid. Could the other electromagnetic perturbances have also slightly altered the bolt as to allow it to bounce?

Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 68-69/100 wrote: Lando turned the knob a little more, a little more. A brilliant
beam of energy cascaded across the forward shields.
By accident or design, the enemy had found its prey.
The power needle jumped. Lando slammed the knob to the right as far
as it would go. There was a deafening exploding sound. Multicolored
light showered in on Lando and the robot as the asteroid burst under the
stresses of the shields and the Flamewind swept around them again.
Secondary explosions punctuated the space around them: one, three,
five - Lando lost count as the hurtling rock fragments smashed and
scattered the fighter squadron - seven, eight. Perhaps more, he wasn't
sure. No one turned to fight. He diverted a little power to the inertial
dampers, cut the shields back to normal, fired up the drives and kicked
in the deadreckoner.
They were on their way again. He turned up the gravity in the
lounge. Even he could hear the thump and a curse from Bassi Vobah. He
grinned and shook his head.
The shield can push matter, but as seen in the paragraph ealier, it isn't without a counter force on the ship's structural integrity.
That said, said matter was that of a nickel-iron huge asteroid, quite a small moon. The crevasse that seems to have bisected the asteroid into two lobes, the one which Lando hid the ship in, already was about 70~80 km long.
We can't infer much about the solidity of the material, unfortunately. However it's interesting to see that the shield can have a definitive physical behaviour.
As we've seen over the years, not all force fields would push matter. Some would offer some resistance, others very little if none at all.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 69/100 wrote: Lando, for the most part, stayed up in the cockpit. He was tired of
having police for company, preferred the company of Vuffi Raa. The
little robot scurried around, tidying up and doing minor repairs. He
reported that the hull was perfectly sound, despite the torture
inflicted on it, and, in a spare hour, checked the mountings of the
shield generator for stress crystallization.
Err, are plastics involved in the making of shield generator mountings?

Next quote comes when Lando flies the MF to flee Oseon 5792's starport.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page /100 wrote: The unnaturally agile saucer suddenly performed a maneuver that, in
another place and time, would be called a Luftberry circle, placing her
smack on the fighter's back again. Her quad-guns pounded.
The enemy wriggled off the hook once more, but this one made an
error, too: he got sore. Veering in a wide, angry, predictable loop, he
came back to have his vengeance. Instead, he got four parallel pulsed
beams of raw fusion-reactor output straight in the helmet visor.
Fusion core for the MF. Thank you.
No annihilation, less constrained.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 91-92/100 wrote: Beneath them, there was a sudden streak of light. Something left
the asteroid - faaassst !, headed for interstellar space. At very nearly
the same instant, the surviving three fighters, having reconnected
themselves with their battleship engine, bored directly for Bohhuah
Mutdah's miniature world, fanatically intent on taking their victim with
them - and unaware that (whoever it was) he was gone. Detaching
themselves at the last second, they slung the giant, throbbing power
plant at Oseon 5792.
One of them had a mechanical failure. His cable wouldn't release.
He was pulled down with the engine into hell.
The other two sheered off frantically.
Vuffi Raa raced tentacle tips over the Falcon's keyboards. The
resulting acceleration could be felt by her captain even through her
powerful inertial dampers. His gun seat slewed around violently,
slamming itself and its occupant hard against the stops as the guns
swung wildly. The asteroid dwindled to a pinprick-and blossomed into a
glowing cloud, consuming one of the fighters who thought he'd gotten
away, tumbling the other.
Even the Flamewind paled momentarily as the ravening fireball
expanded, growing brighter, brighter.
Then, from the inside out, it began to dim.
Lando took a deep breath - discovered he'd already taken one he
didn't remember - and let it out.
“Brace yourself, Master!” screamed the intercom beside his ear.
BLANG! ZOONG! CRASH! It was like being inside a titanium drum being
beaten by a tribe of savages. Debris showered past the Falcon, mostly
ricocheting off her shields, some pieces actually getting through at a
reduced and
Gone is the asteroid, after the main booster engine used by the fighters is crashed into it.
The MF's shields partially deflect the debris, some of them get in, but at a lower velocity.
Adventures Of Lando Calrissian: Flamewind Of Oseon, page 96/100 wrote: Lando turned him over roughly, tore the somewhat antiquated blaster
from the man's military holster, flipped him on his back again. Poking
around in the small cramped chamber, he found some scraps, odds and ends
from maintenance projects, among them a two-meter length of heavy wire.
Holding it against the shield-saturated upper hull, he burned it in half
with the blaster on its lowest setting, and, without waiting for the
fused ends to cool, returned to the recumbent pilot, twisting one piece
around his suited wrists, the other around his ankles.
Not sure I'm getting this right, but it sounds like the inside of the upper hull could be imbued with the shield itself.
So the shield can literally get merged with the hull.

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