She was gaining speed and he watched the Destroyer ahead of them—-no doubt her bridge was wondering what in the nine hells the Super Star Destroyer was doing.
They passed the other ship so closely that their shields almost touched. But then they had a clear lane ahead.
“Lightspeed!” Piett ordered.
The pilot pulled back the lever and the Lady shot into hyperspace.
His crew was too professional to break into cheering, but he could see the jubilant looks and claps on the back they were giving each other.
“Course, Captain?” asked the pilot, doing her utmost to look at him without openly grinning.
“My Lord?” he inquired, turning to Skywalker as he tugged his jacket a little to straighten it.
“Dantooine,” he answered calmly. “Well done, Captain. Cut it a little close there, didn't you?”
Piett very carefully did not allow his mouth to curl at the edge.
“We all learned how to do Axxilan chicken, sir,” he replied in a neutral tone.
This earned him an eyebrow from Skywalker.
“Indeed,” he said. Piett did not allow his gaze to waver, holding eye contact.
“I’ll need to hear more about that. Another time,” Skywalker told him, then he turned and strode from the bridge. And he may not be wearing it any longer, but Piett could almost see that long cape flowing behind him.