Could be iron; could be any one of a dozen heavy metallic minerals that interfere with sensor readings. None of them are usually this concentrated, of course. And those of them that are have usually been mined extensively.

Some of the fragments are large, Cassian realizes. Large enough to --

"Land on one," he says, suddenly. "Land, and shut the ship down." The fragments here are orbiting in two different directions -- they'll untangle and the TIEs won't know which cloud to follow. Their attention will be split, and they'll be caught up in hunting in a thicket of rocks. "That one -- there is a hollow." A crater that's deep enough that it's nearly a cave, walled with iron. The hollow means some limited shelter against collisions. Its rotation is relatively slow; not fast enough to be dizzying, and not impossible to match with a few choice maneuvers.

Not for a pilot like Poe Dameron, anyway.

"We'll wait," says Cassian. "The orbit carries us south and starward. From there, almost nothing is in our way on the hyperspace vector. We detach, and jump." Several hours, but if they can pull it off, they can go from engines cold to jump in less than thirty seconds. Not enough time to be caught.

He looks to Poe. His eyes are alight, with the idea, the plan. They can do this.