Han felt an inner glow as bright as the spectacle that had just lighted up the view.

　　He smiled to himself in quiet triumph.

　　Then he noticed an image on the main scope of his control console and nudged his hairy copilot. "There." Han pointed to the image. "Chewie, get a reading on that. Looks pretty good." "What is it?" Leia asked.

　　The Falcon's pilot ignored her question. "That should do nicely," he said.

　　As they flew near the asteroid's surface, Han looked down at the craggy terrain, his eye caught by a shadowy area that looked like a crater of mammoth proportions.

　　He lowered the Falcon to surface level and flew it directly into the crater, its bowllike walls suddenly rising up around his ship.

　　And still two TIE fighters chased after him, firing their laser cannons and attempting to mimic his every maneuver.

　　Han Solo knew he had to be trickier and more daring if he was to lose the deadly pursuit ships. Spotting a narrow chasm through his windscreen, he banked the Millennium Falcon to one side. The ship soared sideways through the high-walled rocky trench.

　　Unexpectedly the two TIE fighters followed. One of them even sparked as it grazed the walls with its metal hull.

　　Twisting, banking, and turning his ship, Han pressed through the narrow gorge.

　　From behind the black sky flared as the two TIE fighters crashed against one another, then exploded against the rocky ground.

　　Han reduced his speed. He still wasn't safe from the Imperial hunters.

　　Searching about the canyon, he spotted something dark, a gaping cave mouth at the very bottom of the crater, large enough to hold the Millennium Falcon—perhaps. If not, he and his crew would know soon enough.