The pursuers’ laser cannons flare one last time, but the bolts wither far short of the Falcon.
“Can I fly or can I fly?” Han shouts.
A sheet of painfully brilliant light erupts to the starboard side. It actually outshines Mon Torri’s bright surface. Han drops his gaze to the flight computer – what he sees chills him. The Eradicator has closed to maximum firing range.
The destroyer looses another salvo, and again the Falcon trembles.
“He doesn’t want us to go that way,” Han comments.
“Eeeerrrooogh,” Chewbacca says.
“Yeah – I don’t feel like arguing either.”