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'𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞'
━━ -ˋˏ★ˎˊ- ━━
...HYPERSPACE
TREPIDATION HUNG IN THE AIR.
The lightspeed tunnel blurred past as they came closer to Starkiller Base. Han had yet to say much at all, which was troubling. Lyra could tell he was coming up with their plan of attack in silence.
Finn sat behind Chewie in the passenger seat. For the duration of the ride, Lyra had been watching him from her seat behind Han. Finn, to his credit, remained stoic. However, there was nothing calm about his resolve. His hands were fiddling with a piece of cord he had found on the ground and his jaw was clenched hard enough to break a tooth.
It wasn't easy to fly right back into the mouth of the beast.
Finally, Finn spoke. "How are we getting in?"
"You shouldn't have asked," Lyra said, busying herself with re-tying her ponytail. She could say she was in charge all she wanted, but Han was still the one flying the ship. "It's better to just let these things happen."
Han tried to ignore her, but she was sitting right behind him, so it was difficult. "Their shields have a fractional refresh rate. Keeps anything traveling slower than lightspeed from getting through."
The realization dawned on Finn, and he lurched forward with shock. He spoke so fast spit flew out of his mouth. "We're gonna make our landing approach at lightspeed?"
Chewie gave a roar of a laugh. There's only a fifty percent chance we'll be smashed on impact.
"What did he just say?" Finn asked.
"He said it's going to be fine," Lyra lied.
"Alright. Chewie, get ready." Han looked down at the panel, watching carefully as the monitor flashed. "And...now!"
They pulled up on the thrusters, and the lightspeed tunnel melded into the form of a snowy mountain. Jagged rocks and the face of a steep cliff covered their field of vision. They were about to smash into a million tiny pieces of space junk.
Chewie, panicked, growled accusingly at Han.
"I am pulling up!" Han yelled.
They barely made it, soaring delicately above the cliff. The nose of the ship pointed toward the gray and blue sky. Lyra held her breath, watching and waiting. But then they weren't climbing enough, and the evergreen forest was getting closer.
