Pressor shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “It just sort of popped into my head.”
“You mean like some kind of Jedi thing?”
“I’m not a Jedi, Chas,” Pressor said firmly. “I probably heard something moving or scraping against the hull. Precursor asteroid gravel, or maybe atmospheric friction. Something like that.”
“Sure,” Uliar said. “That’s probably it.”
But whether or not Pressor was a Jedi, there was definitely something strange about him. And after what the Jedi had done to Outbound Flight, Uliar would be watching Pressor and his family. He would be watching them very closely.
In the meantime, there was a little matter of survival to deal with. Ducking under a twisted section of ceiling panel, he followed Pressor down the corridor.