DESPERATE CHARGE

Callista stood behind Han, gripping the back of his chair. “The Jedi academy is under attack,” she said. “We have to help. We need to do whatever we can.”

“All right,” Han said. “Chewie, full forward shields. Punch it. We’re gonna make a straight line.”

The Millennium Falcon soared beneath the immense Knight Hammer. A flurry of TIE fighters blocked their way, flying in a tight formation as they shot a constant pattern of blasts. Han streaked toward them at full speed. Chewbacca roared in alarm.

“Oh, but, sir—” Threepio cried.

“I see ’em,” Han said. “They’ll move.”

The TIE fighters held their position, still firing. The Falcon’s forward shield began to weaken, but Han plunged onward, right down their throats.…