Page 51 of Rogue Starfighter

“Then find me someplace they won’t follow.”

He pulled up the lunar map. “Debris ring. Twelve degrees below our current line. Dense rock, unstable orbits.”

“Ships always lose the bad guys by flying into an asteroid belt. Sounds perfect.”

“It is lethal.”

“That's what they always say in the movies, too.”

“The Wraith will not maneuver through that field on one engine. Our odds of survival⁠—”

I laughed, interrupting him with my best Han Solo impersonation. "Never tell me the odds."

"It's suicide."

“So is trying to fight our way out of this. The ship will make it if we help her. Take manual control of the remaining starboard jet. Fire only when I call it.”

“Priya—”

“I'm Starfighter pilot, remember? Let me do my job.”

His jaw set. “Jet ready.”

I aimed us at the debris ring. Chunks of the moon tumbled through the black ahead. Some were no larger than my fist. Others could have crushed an aircraft carrier. There was no clear path, only openings that appeared and vanished as the field moved. The interceptors fired again. I dropped the Wraith into the rocks.

“Jet,” I said.

Vesh fired it. Our dead wing lifted just enough to clear a spinning slab of stone.

“Hold.”

A boulder crossed the canopy so close I saw deep impact scars on its surface.

“Now. Two seconds.”

The starboard jet sputtered. The Wraith lurched sideways between two converging rocks. Energy fire struck the debris behind us. Stone exploded across our hull.

“First interceptor entering the field,” Vesh said.

“Stupid.”

“It wants us dead.”

“It can eat a rock.” I slipped behind a rotating fragment and cut our engine. The Wraith disappeared against its shadow. The interceptor followed our route. Vesh tracked it on passive sensors.

“Three seconds,” he said. “Two. One.”

I fired the port engine at full power. We shot beneath the interceptor as it passed. The pilot tried to turn. Its wing caught the rock I’d used for cover. The Scythe spun away trailing debris.

“Not destroyed,” Vesh said.

“You are impossible to impress.”

“I am extremely impressed. I am also accurate.”

The remaining two ships stopped at the edge of the debris ring. They fired several blind shots, then moved into position to fire on us the moment we left the debris field.

“They’re waiting us out,” I said.