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smacked into his lightsaber. Luke stumbled backward with the impact.
    â€œWatch it.” A voice came from behind him. And then another shot. The pilot clutched his chest and pitched forward, tumbling to the floor. Luke spun around to see Div grinning behind him. “You’re welcome,” Div said. “Now, what are you doing here?”
    â€œRescuing you,” Luke said.
    Div raised an eyebrow. Then he raised his blaster. “Don’t move!” he shouted.
    Luke froze. But Div wasn’t aiming at him.
    Groaning with pain, the pilot hoisted himself up to the control panel. “If you want to live, don’t move!” Div warned him.
    But the pilot didn’t stop. He reached toward the controls. Div pulled the trigger. Laserfire sailed across the cockpit, peppering the pilot’s body. He tumbled forward onto the controls, his hand slapping down on a large red switch. With a weak but satisfied smile, he dropped to the floor.
    And in the viewscreen, the sky exploded with light as the ship jumped into hyperspace.

    Stars streamed past as the ship hurtled through space.
    Moments later, the autopilot took them out of hyperspace. The ship came to rest in an empty pocket of the galaxy with no planetary systems anywhere in sight. They could have been anywhere. And they had a bigger problem: the Star Destroyer looming in their viewscreen. Hundreds of times their size, the arrow-shaped silver ship hung motionless in the sky less than twenty klicks away, as if it had been waiting for them—which, Div realized, it almost certainly was.
    Div glanced at Luke. “When does the rescuing start?” he asked drily.
    â€œMaybe we can escape before it notices us,” Luke said, fiddling with the unfamiliar hyperdrive controls.
    Div jabbed a boot into the unconscious pilot, hoping the man could give them some clue as to what they were up against. But he didn’t stir. Luke was muttering to himself, trying to program a new set of coordinates. “It’s an old ship,” he murmured. “It’s going to take at least six minutes before the drive is ready to jump again.”
    â€œI’m not sure we have six minutes,” Div said.
    The launch hangars of the Star Destroyer slid partially open. A single TIE fighter slipped through the narrow crevice.
    â€œJust one?” Luke said. “We can take it.”
    â€œGreat,” Div said. “But who’s going to take them ?” As he spoke, the hangar doors were sliding wide open. A fleet of TIE fighters poured out, blanketing the sky.
    An Imperial transmission came through from the Star Destroyer. “Identify yourselves,” a flat, tinny voice commanded. “Imperial authentication and docking codes required.”
    Luke took a weapons inventory while Div again tried to rouse the pilot, shaking him and propping him on his feet. No luck.
    â€œA few concussion missiles and a defective laser cannon,” Luke said quickly. “That’s it.”
    Enough to dispatch three, maybe four TIE fighters. No more.
    â€œIdentify yourselves,” the voice said again.
    Div lunged for the comm. “We’re here on official Imperial business,” he said quickly. “We’re expected.”
    The voice was unimpressed. “Identification and authorization. Now.”
    â€œHow long before the hyperdrive is ready?” Div said.
    â€œFour minutes now.”
    â€œOkay, we definitely don’t have four minutes,” Div said. He powered up the missile launchers. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.
    The comm buzzed with an incoming message. But this wasn’t coming from the Star Destroyer. It was coming from one of the TIE fighters.
    â€œThat’s a Rebel frequency!” Luke exclaimed. They bent their heads together over the transmission, eyes widening in surprise. The TIE fighter had sent them a set of Imperial docking codes.
    That wasn’t all the TIE fighter had sent them. The