SotR - 3 - More Flying

The Falcon lurched, explosions echoing through the ship as the TIE fighters fired on them. There were heavier thuds, as well, as Rey steered them into several chunks of ice. They began to spin, and Poe gripped the gun controls tightly. A porg flew past, screeching in dismay as it tried to account for the chaotic motion of the ship. “What are we doing, Rey?” he called, a tendril of worry filtering through his bravado.

“I just lost power to four of the engines. I’m trying to get out of this ice field, but we’re slowing,” Rey said. There was worry in her voice, too.

“Poe, you cover those last two ships. I’ll get down there and check out the engines,” Rose shouted, jumping down from the gun bay. Poe took a deep breath and let it out.

Two TIE fighters left. It should’ve been like shooting bala fish in a tank. But the Falcon was swooping and diving as Rey fought to maintain control. Poe had flown an unresponsive ship before. It was no easy task, and yet Rey had somehow managed to keep them steady and clear of the TIE fighters.

Poe was impressed.

“Rey, can you double back around and give me one clear shot?” Poe asked.

“Doing my best!” Rey called. The Falcon tilted suddenly as the TIE fighters began to close in, Rey giving Poe the perfect angle to lock on to an unwary enemy ship.

Poe pressed the firing mechanism and was rewarded with a brilliant display of red and orange sparks flying in every direction as the TIE fighter exploded.