[Let it be known: the famous Millennium Falcon, the ship of legend that was instrumental in the destruction of the Death Star, that carried such heroes of legend into battle as Princess Leia Organa herseld, and which centered in the dreams of every landlocked pilot in the galaxy handles like a drunken luggabeast on a bad day.
Today is, officially, a bad one. She can feel the ship groaning under her maneuvering, sluggish to the controls like it wants to be put out of its misery. She's all but sweating from the focus it demands from her - correcting and changing course, accelerating and dropping back, turning up and over in an attempt to shake their tail. Just give her the all clear, she thinks. Just let her send the ship jumping into hyperdrive. Then--
Finn is behind her. She leans hard on the controls and barks out a wild--] What?! [while she propells the ship forward.] What could you possibly--? I'm busy!
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Today is, officially, a bad one. She can feel the ship groaning under her maneuvering, sluggish to the controls like it wants to be put out of its misery. She's all but sweating from the focus it demands from her - correcting and changing course, accelerating and dropping back, turning up and over in an attempt to shake their tail. Just give her the all clear, she thinks. Just let her send the ship jumping into hyperdrive. Then--
Finn is behind her. She leans hard on the controls and barks out a wild--] What?! [while she propells the ship forward.] What could you possibly--? I'm busy!