Star Wars - Darth Plagueis

Jaina, motioning to the primary thrusters, thinking that a burst of the powerful engines would shoot the Jade Sabre right past the befuddled Rodians and their outdated starfighters.
    Even as she spoke, though, two more blips appeared on the sensors, streaking out from the shadows around Rhommamool, angling right in line with the Jade Sabre .
    “Mara,” Leia said with concern. At that, Mara did reach for the controls. But only for a moment, and then she lookedJaina right in the eye and nodded for the young woman to proceed.
    Leia lurched forward in her seat, held back only by the belt, as Jaina reversed throttle and kicked the etheric rudder right. There came a metallic thump behind them—C-3PO hitting the wall, Leia guessed.
    Even as the Jade Sabre came to a sudden halt, nose turned starboard, Jaina pumped it out to full throttle and kicked the rudder back to the left, then hard right, fishtailing the ship about in a brutal one-eighty, then working the rudder hard and somewhat choppy in straightening out her direct retreat. As they turned, a laser cannon blast cut across their bow.
    “All right, the first four are on our tail,” Mara instructed calmly. The Jade Sabre jolted, hit aft, a blow the shields easily held back.
    “Try a—” Mara started to say, but she lost the words, and nearly her lunch, as Jaina pulled a snap roll right, and then another right behind it.
    “Oh, we’ll be killed!” came C-3PO’s cry from the doorway, and Leia managed to turn her head to see the droid leaning in against the metal jamb, and then to see him fly away, with a pitiful cry, as Jaina kicked the etheric rudder again, putting the ship into another sudden fishtail.
    A pair of Headhunters streaked past the viewscreen, but just for a split second, for Jaina vectored away at a different angle, and at single-engine full throttle, pressing Leia back in her seat. Leia wanted to say something to Jaina then, some words of encouragement or advice, but found her words stuck in her throat. And not for any g forces.
    It was the sight of Jaina, the fire in her brown eyes, the determined set of her jaw, the sheer concentration. At that moment, Leia knew.
    Her daughter was a woman now, and with all the grit of her father and mother combined.
    Mara glanced over her right shoulder, between Jaina and Leia, and both followed her lead long enough to see that twoof the initial four had altered course accordingly and were fast closing, laser cannons blasting away.
    “Hold on,” a confident Jaina warned, and she pulled back the stick, lifting the Jade Sabre ’s nose, then shoved it forward, dropping the shuttle into a sudden, inverted loop.
    “We’re doomed!” C-3PO cried from the hallway—the hallway ceiling, Leia knew.
    Halfway around, Jaina broke the loop with a snap roll, then kicked her into a fishtail and a barrel roll, bringing her about to nearly their original course, but with the initial four behind them. Now she did kick in both ion drives, as if to use sheer speed to split the gap between the two incoming fighters.
    Both angled out suddenly, then turned back in, widening that escape route but giving them a longer shooting angle at the shuttle, and an easier turn to pursue.
    “They’re good,” Mara warned, but, like Leia, she found her words lost in her throat, as Jaina, teeth gritted to fight back the g’s, reversed throttle.
    “Princess—” The plaintive cry from the corridor ended abruptly in a loud crash.
    “Coming in hot!” Mara cried, noting the fighter fast approaching to port.
    Jaina didn’t, couldn’t even hear her; she had turned inward now, was feeling the Force coursing through her, was registering every movement of her enemies and reacting instinctively, playing the game three moves ahead. Before Mara had even begun to speak, Jaina had hit the forward attitude adjustment jets, lifting the nose, then she pumped the throttle and kicked the rudder, lifting the Jade Sabre and bringing her nose about to starboard, to directly face the other incoming Headhunter.
    And that eager Rodian did come in at them, and hard, and the Jade Sabre ’s defensive array screeched and lit up, warning of a lock-on.
    “Jaina!” Leia cried.
    “He’s got us!” Mara added.
    But then the closer ship, coming from port, passed right under the Jade Sabre , and Jaina fired the repulsorlifts, bouncing the Jade Sabre up and sending the poor Headhunter into a wild, spinning roll.
    The closing ship from starboard let fly its