SotR - 21 - More Flying

“Yes! I’m going to take us into this canyon up ahead. Hold on!” Rey called.

She yanked hard on the yoke, forcing the Falcon into a steep dive between two pillars of rock. Rey’s heart pounded as she negotiated the Falcon into a canyon. The sheer walls sped by, a blur of red-and-black-striped rock, and most of the TIE fighters dropped back, only two ships following them into the treacherous twists and turns.

“Rey, it looks like we lost most of them,” Rose said, voice hopeful.

“Let’s hope our newfound friends are taking care of them.”

The closest fighter let loose a volley of blaster fire, and Rey flipped the Falcon at just the right moment to avoid the blasts. They hit the side of the canyon instead, causing a massive landslide of rocks and dirt, a chain reaction that began to run the length of the canyon, more and more of the canyon wall crumbling as the Falcon flew past. Rey pulled on the yoke and the ship rose, just barely missing the nearest falling boulders.

“Um, Rey? How stable is this place?”

“I see it, Rose. It gives me an idea.”

As Rey negotiated the twists and turns of the canyon, she began to work through the possibilities. “Rose, when I give you the signal, I want you to shoot at the canyon wall.”

(...)

Rey continued to pilot the Falcon through the twisty terrain, avoiding the nearly constant cannon fire from the TIE fighters on her tail. Her palms were a bit sweaty and her heart thrummed in her ears, but she had to wait until just the right moment, just the right spot.