"The force is very strong with this one," Vader mused to himself.
Darth Vader had a change of plans as he overlooked the small battle taking place below his massive destroyer. He had ordered the ship banked on end so he could get a better look. There was no doubt this was the same pilot who navigated all the way down that narrow trench along the Death Star's surface. Who avoided taking more than glancing laser hits, even with no room to maneuver. Who was able to make a shot deemed so impossible, the mere suggestion was laughed at the by the officers who paid for their arrogance with their lives.
"Commander, close your net on that rebel fighter as well. I want a tractor beam on them both immediately!"
The commander motioned to the lieutenants who were below the long catwalk. They were busily moving among the different stations to make sure tactics were being executed correctly. They all stopped what they were doing to listen to Vader. He commanded the room, and there was really no need for the commander to give any further orders.
"Lord Vader," Commander Vinn softly approached. "That fighter is extremely outnumbered and is engaging many of our fighters aggressively. I don't think we will have a chance to capture it before our pilots destroy it."
"Your pilots will not be able to destroy that fighter." Vader responded loudly, "Commander, you will capture the pilot, and bring him to me."
"Sir," burst out one of the younger officers from the rear of the room. "The Admiral Starship is approaching", he said excitingly.
"Order them to launch all fighters, and tighten your net Commander. I want those ships! Have a shuttle ready in the hangar. I am on my way," Vader said as he hastily exited the bridge.
"Of course," replied the commander in a low voice, mostly to himself.