1526c. Also, do not argue about Parsecs with her. We do not want to hear the arguments about it.

After having had to listen to yet another argument about measures of distance versus time, space shuttle Enterprise, as opposed to the trio of carriers or innumerable smaller ships (at least 23 between Britain and America alone) or the Star Trek sextet – so far. Instead, she had decided to speak to the source of the arguments, or as close as they could get since said source was actually a fairy.

Running a hand through her blonde hair and tugging it off the shoulder of her NASA uniform, she made her way through the halls to the canteen where the Millenium Falcon, a brown haired kanmusu who looked like she was older than her form or face indicated, sat poking at what looked like a bottle of something alcoholic. "Mind if I join you?"

Falcon looked up from her drink and shrugged. "Sure, I guess," she replied. She watched as Space-E took a seat opposite her. "So what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could clear something up," Space-E started, getting a raised eyebrow from the light freighter. "Something that's been going back and forth for years apparently is that your last captain mentioned making the 'Kessel Run' in less than twelve parsecs, but we normally use parsecs as distance here so there have been arguments over it for a while."

Falcon nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "Technically parsecs are distance, the thing is our hyperdrives? Well any good sized mass shadow will cause them to cut out; it's a safety feature to stop ships hyperspacing into the middle of a planet, particularly an inhabited one. Bad things happen when even something my mass hits a planet at those sorts of speeds, add in that we rely on armour and particle shields to deal with things in our way and anything big enough or fast enough will do a lot of damage, even to oversized fear boats like Executor and her sisters." She paused, sipping her drink as she frowned slightly.

Space-E nodded slightly, a slight frown on her face as she listened. "So how does that equate to Han Solo's boast?"

"Well, the 'legal' route to Kessel and its mines is along the Pabol Sleheyron from Formos to Zerm, then up the Kessel Trade Corridor. That route is the 'safe' route, which of course means that whichever government is in power will have at least a few ships along it to look for smuggled goods and such." Falcon explained, cocking her head a little as she consulted her navigation computer database. "You're talking probably about twenty to twenty-five, maybe as high as thirty or forty parsecs to run that route, distance, not time, since you also have four systems along it, any of which could have police ships or military ships ready to scan your cargo and board you if there's anything untoward. The Kessel Run itself is eighteen parsecs in length, maybe a bit more, but it's roughly straight from Formos to Kessel through the Maw Nebula."

"I take it Han managed to pull something or there's something in the nebula that causes issues," Space-E guessed, getting a nod from Falcon.

"The Maw… the nebula hides a group of black holes, something that 'The Ones' created as a prison, along with the Pitt, a nasty set of asteroids and that's without the nebula making you sensor blind. They're the main reason why it takes eighteen parsecs to run the Kessel Run along the 'safe' path." Falcon sipped her drink again. "Han… he took me close to one of those black holes, used it as sort of a slingshot which meant there was less distance and it took less time. The time he boasted to Luke, he'd managed to get the run down to eleven and a half parsecs straight, but the only two ships that really managed to do so, or to actually do better, were me and an Infinity from my universe, and I did it twice, the second time beating my previous record and Infinity's record, which had beaten mine at the time."

Space-E nodded thoughtfully. "Well, if nothing else, at least I can knock my sisters upside the head about that argument. Thank you."