"Hold on!" Raezyr yelled into the comm as he took the swoop into a series of violent jerks to make targeting them more difficult. The hail of blaster bolts continued to skim near them, but his juking was keeping them safe for the moment.
Falka ignored the impulse to lean over Raezyr's shoulder and look at the instruments for a bit better bearing, instead holding on tightly and trying to lean into Raezyr's quick and unpredictable maneuvers. "How far to the ridge?" He asked as calmly as he could manage.
Raezyr grimaced as he glanced at the display. "Too far. We're going to have to try something else."
Their pursuit was gaining on them continually. He maintained his evasive maneuvers but leaned off the throttle slightly, allowing the gap to close even more. He didn't need to keep an eye on the controls to feel the attack bearing down on them.
"What are you doing?!" Falka yelled over the comm, even though Raezyr could hear him fine without the added volume. "They're going to catch us!"
Raezyr nodded his head, and veered off his course hard to the left, his hand prepared to pull the brake when the timing was perfect...
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Trychon glanced back over his shoulder at his pursuit. All he could see past Haley's hair waving in the wind was a cloud of dust, though he could feel the Raiders in the Force.
"You don't do this very often, do you?" Haley asked him with a look of either disdain or concern on her face, Trychon couldn't tell which. "My sensors are picking them up perfectly, I'm sure yours are as well. Yet this is the third time you've tried to look past me to see for yourself."
Trychon felt a bit ridiculous as he thought about it. "Actually, Raezyr and I were goading a swoop gang into a death race back on Yaga Minor the other day, but I crashed into a tree and the resulting head injury caused me to forget all I'd learned. Sorry."
Haley sighed calmly. "That's not altogether encouraging, but at least you won't have to worry about the trees this time."
"Right." Trychon agreed with a straight tone of voice. "Thank the Tatooine heat for that."
"Precisely."
Trychon grinned. "Well, we'd better not leave this up to my driving anyway. Be ready." He let go of the throttle and beared down on the brake as hard as he could, nearly flinging them into a nearby rock outcropping. Using the Force, he held them in their seats and flung the swoop to face the growing cloud of sand and dust. He reached down and unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, trying to anticipate what to do next.
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