Luke…
"Ben?" Luke asked out loud, momentarily forgetting about the pressure he was under.
Use the Force, Luke…
He sat in his X-wing starfighter, sweat running down his face and his breathing heavy, he wondered whether he was going insane. Wondered if the pressure had pushed him over the edge, despite his doubts he turned of his Targeting Computer and shut his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed his muscles. He could barely hear the flight control officer.
"Luke," the controller started, "you turned of your Targeting Computer. Is something wrong?"
* * * * *
Vader felt someone reach into the Force, draw on its power. If he could smile he would have, it had been a while since he felt someone this strong. The rebel pilot was dipping and turning, managing to evade a target lock from Vader's TIE advance starfighter. Not for long, Vader thought to himself. Suddenly the rebel was confident, his craft stopped its dodging maneuvers, he was about to fire. Vader's fighter locked on, it was all a matter of timing.
"I have you now!" Vader exclaimed, pulling the trigger, a pair of green bolts of energy fly from his fighter and hit the rebel's just behind the cockpit. An explosion engulfs the fighter, killing the pilot and ending the threat he possessed. Without warning, a second explosion occurs. Vader just managed to avoid having it destroy or damage his craft, scrapping up against the trench wall as he did so. His wingmen were not so lucky, both TIE fighters are obliterated as they fly straight into the flames.
He got off a shot! he screamed in his head as a single proton torpedo drops into the thermal vent. His fighter hangs there, waiting for the inevitable explosion that would destroy not only the Death Star but him and his fighter. Nothing. No explosion, no death…nothing. Opening a communications channel directly to Grand Moff Tarkin he tries to figure out what had happened……