Luke took his X-Wing up through the sky until the clouds released his jetspray and blue sky became slow black space. He kept going up until black space got empty and up could not be told from any other direction in the vicinity of gleaming bronze Coruscant. Clearance chattering in his earpiece. From the missile bays he released six ovoid silver drones in a horizontal circle around his X-Wing. As they cruised out to a set distance away he dialed down the inertial dampener and took all power from navigation to shields and lasers, breathing always breathing as if regulated, always feeling the universe as if free to love it.
Wait. The time ticked down in green numerals.
Zero. Luke had the old starfighter pointed almost straight up and to 1:00 before the signal met the drones and their small lasers fired. Two peeled apart as he came down on them with fire shouting from the four guns. A third exploded as he angled onto its accelerating trajectory while tipping the X-Wing for the starboard shields to catch another pair's barrage from the distance. The Force painted lines of occurrence and effect against the color of the universe–he knew to spin away from re-angled shots, and the Coruscant planet-horizon, just close enough to be named so, tilted with exhilarating sudden slow violence.
He slalomed through two drones to score on the third remaining, all out of intuition. The two remaining drones rearranged. He slid back, loosed laser blasts at the second, and the first had risen fast so he turned wide to have fun with it. Just forget. Submerge. Peace.
The second drone still hovered at the first point of his arc. Luke cursed himself and tried to dissipate futile embarrasment. It was a mistiming purely of his, bad shooting. He powered toward the first drone, juked with it, made it blossom into fire.
I've lost the touch.
With an intense look he tracked the final target as it sped across the viewfield overhead.
They're right.
He whipped the X-Wing in chase after it before it fired.
I have to find breathing room. ...visit Lando.
His lasers tracked the drone and it wove right.
He's always somewhere new.
Luke closed his eyes and stalled the X-Wing. The drone whipped around in reaction and laser bolts screamed into it second safter he thumbed the firing stud.
The Force whispered of passed success.