"Artoo, see if you can't fix that com link. We've got to talk to them", Luke yelled back at the little droid. Artoo squeaked that he was doing his best.
Luke jammed the controls straight down and made a quick orbit around the Falcon's stern. His heart was pounding from adrenaline. He was constantly firing and shot off the edge of another TIE fighter's wing, sending it hurtling to one side. They were everywhere. Luke noticed some far ahead were creating blockade formations, a net to try to close them in. Another blast shook him as four more fighters engaged. A total of eight TIE fighters were now tailing closely both the Falcon and the X-Wing as they darted and twirled at maximum speed. Luke did his best to match Han's moves, but he was having trouble keeping up. Then something flashed in his mind.
He was back on the Millennium Falcon. It was just a couple of days ago but seemed like a lifetime. Ben had given him a helmet while training with his lightsaber. The blast shield was down. The calm voice of Ben reached into him and said to stretch out with his feelings, not to trust his own eyes. He thought of the remote, its movements. He had reached out to the small object. He sensed it as it floated in front of him. Moreover, he could see it, not so much what it looked like, but what it was doing. And more importantly, what it was going to do.
Back in the cockpit he closed his eyes and thought of the Falcon, felt its presence and where it was, and what it was doing. Its movements slowed and were almost dreamlike. Luke could easily tell where it was heading. He moved the controls with ease. He started to sense the fighters around as well. There was a new one up ahead and it was closing. It was coming in from a side angle. Luke strained to sense it. It was moving fast!
He looked up and saw the new speedier TIE Racer. Instead of lasers, it had missiles which came pouring out of it by the dozens. They were streaming towards himself and the Falcon. Luke focused and the missiles slowed down, so did the ships, so did everything. Time was slower. He could feel his arms moving sluggishly, and his thoughts had to wait for them to catch up. He guided his ship directly in front of the missiles and let go a barrage of lasers, as fast as they could physically fire.
The missiles disintegrated in a large cloud. Luke continued on towards the new fighter. He could sense the shape of it. He could sense its engines. He could also sense the pilot inside. His movements were clear to Luke, even a little of what he was feeling. He was reacting to Luke's ship now. He was frantic. There was fear, much fear. Luke fired another round towards the fighter. The pilot turned to avoid the lasers, but Luke had anticipated his actions and led the lasers directly into his path.
In just a few direct hits they cut through his shields. The following blasts ripped into his hull. It was all so horrifically slow to Luke. The cabin decompressed immediately. The pilot grabbed his helmet, and twitched as it cracked in his hands. There was pain, terrible pain. So much that Luke felt instantly ill. He doubled over in his cockpit and looked back up just in time to see the fighter explode in a huge fireball.
Luke gathered his shaking hands together as blasts shook his ship from all sides. Artoo beeped that his shields were dangerously low. Luke already knew that, but hesitated to do anything about it. Artoo also turned on the helmet radio. A hail signal was being answered.
"Luke! Luke- is that you? Can you hear us? X-wing pilot, respond to hail!" came the voice of Han Solo crackling in Luke's helmet. Luke did not respond. He struggled to fathom what he had just experienced.