The ride's a little bit bumpy-- that's to be expected, coming out of hyperspace smoothly takes practice-- but it's fortunately uneventful. No First Order fleet waiting to intercept them, no unexpected disaster has overtaken the system... Just empty skies, and in the distance, a barren moon.

It's a few hours more before they can set the Falcon down on its rocky surface. There's little of interest to see-- some twisted and scrubby trees, a larger planet looming in the distance, dotted here and there with the lights of settlements, too distant to be of much concern and generally removed from the crippled Republic and its conflicts.

Once they've landed Han brings out the wide variety of weapons he's got stowed on the ship. It's a paltry selection, compared to what he used to have on hand, but there are blasters of ever size and shape. He's not here for himself-- Han has done more shooting than anyone needs to in a lifetime-- but he's intent on making sure everyone gets some good practice in before they have to bolt.