"If it comes down to it," Lund volunteers, "you could probably connect to the yard's network from here and get the information you need."
"But that might give the Imperials access to the ship's computer, at which point they would probably realise we aren't who we say we are, so I'd prefer to leave that as a last resort."
He shrugs, "At least in a place like this there should be plenty of terminals about, so it shouldn't be a problem, especially not for a resourceful group like this. The good news is, this is a busy port, so they probably see some strange stuff, and a group like this shouldn't draw too much attention, even with a Wookiee tagging along."
"Just keep moving, and try to look like you're too busy to stop and answer trivial questions."
Outside the shuttle a shaft of bluish sunlight, shining through a break in the fast moving clouds, sweeps across the jumbled arrays of structures and parked ships. On another platform, some distance away, tiny figures in gleaming white armour can be seen standing guard around what looks to be a work team unloading cargo from a transport ship...
"Oh good, stormtroopers... at least we know we're in the right place." Vekkis Lund quips, with a wry smile...