Luke wasn't thinking anymore. Chewie was right behind him. His sole mission of the moment was to cut a line to Han and get everyone on board the Millennium Falcon. The stormtroopers were not quite sure what to make of him as he deflected their laser hits and kept coming. Some rushed him in single attacks and were quickly cut down by Luke, who was swinging his lightsaber with deadly force at anything close. The remaining troopers started to create a formation. They allowed Luke to penetrate their ranks quickly and closed in behind him. Chewie fired off rounds to protect them from the rear but they were surrounded now and the troopers were closing fast.
Their Imperial training kicked in and they stood firm and coordinated the attack. The plan was to cut down the rebels in seconds with overwhelming combined laser fire. Luke leapt out and raised his lightsaber.
Luke felt the gaze on him from all around. He could sense the excitement and the anxiety of the troopers aiming their weapons, all of them set to get a hit. He could almost hear the clicks of all of the triggers surrounding him. It was easy to sense which ones were going off first, which was next. The heat of the laser blasts searing through the air, approaching from a specific direction. He simply raised his lightsaber and blocked the first one from behind him, deflecting it down to the ground. Then the next was from the front. Harmlessly he bounced it to his side. Then another from a different side, then two more together. A simple swipe took care of those. Then a few more came in and he batted them away. On the next one he was able to focus more and direct the blast back in the direction in from which it came. He couldn't see if it struck anything because he had to contend with more shots.
The only thing that frustrated him was that his mind raced too fast for his arms to physically keep up. He calmed down and focused his movements. He spun and swung the lightsaber with ease and returned the lasers to their shooters. The round was done in what had seemed like minutes, but it all took place in less than a second. Finally he remembered to breathe.
The remaining troopers broke formation on either side and rushed Luke. He started running with Chewbacca as several more blasts came in towards Chewie. He was able to get in front of the wookie and deflect them to one side. They reached Han who was pinned down between two small pirate fighter vessels.
"That was some show back there. You're getting the hang of that thing pretty fast," Han said to Luke.
"I guess so."
"Can you get us in there," Han said, pointing towards the entrance to the Millennium Falcon that was just a few hundred feet away.
"I'll do my best," Luke answered as laser bolts repeatedly hit the ships on either side of them.
With that Luke took a deep breath and stood up. He ran out from behind the two ships and turned back towards the troopers behind them. He swung his lightsaber around in large loops as Han and Chewie ran past him. Blasts were deflected back towards the troopers. A panel on the bottom hull of the Falcon opened up and a long laser rifle popped out. It jumped to life, jutting back and forth spraying laser fire, firing multiple bursts all over the dock.
There were troopers waiting ahead of the trio set to ambush them as they approached, only to be expelled by the rapid fire gun and scattering into the open. Han and Chewie fired as well and the way ahead of them was all clear. Luke stayed back a little and kept deflecting blasts. Han and Chewie ran up the familiar ramp, which was repaired now and felt a little stronger to Han. He thought that was a nice surprise, and was hoping there were more repairs to the ship that was his again. Running into the hold, he was resolute that no one was going to take it from him again.