"Shh." Luke's forehead squeezed into a frown of concentration, and the fingers on his extended hand spread as his breathing deepened.
"This isn't my best trick."
His fingers twitched as if he were tripping an invisible switch-and out on the dark spinning disk of the freighter, automated attitude thrusters blasted to life, dorsal on the mandibles, ventral to aft above the engines, slowing the ship's tumble. Nick heard the sudden shriek of overpowered repulsorlifts and the forward attitude jets swiveled to add their thrust and the freighter slammed into the ground, which must have been some kind of cinder pit, because the front mandibles drove in almost to the cockpit at a sixty-degree angle... and stuck fast.
And the ship just stayed there. It didn't fall over. It didn't blow up. It didn't do anything that any reasonable person would expect a ship to do after a full-on crash.
Nick stared at it with his mouth open. Some few seconds later, he realized he hadn't been breathing. "Did you... I mean, did I just see...
?" he gasped. "Did you just now catch that ship?"
Luke opened his eyes. "Not exactly."
"And that's not your best trick?" Nick shook his head, blinking. "What is your best trick?"
"I hope you never find out," Luke said. "Come on."
Shadows of Mindor
Luke didn't actually catch the ship. Merely triggered the controls. Still a great show of precision despite the strain
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