The dead Dug’s Podracer was a top of the line Collor Pondrat Plug-2 Behemoth, with a top speed of 790 kilometers per hour. According to Nal Kenuun, it also had a modified traction system and an upgraded throttle. Its bulky engines were streaked with elaborate green and yellow flames, while the cockpit was painted an angry red, with a green “K” stenciled on either side.

Kenuun’s guards had taken them to an empty, barren area a hundred kilometers outside of the city. A network of cavernous cliffs loomed to one side, while on the other, there was nothing in sight but flat, weedy ground stretching to the horizon. Tents had been erected to house the other Podracers and their crews.

It would be a small, elite race, with only five other racers. They had all arrived and were pretending to studiously polish and tweak their engines. But it was obvious they were all watching the newest entrant to the race.

Luke folded himself into the narrow seat, which had been custom designed for a creature significantly shorter than he was. Leia winced as he banged his knees hard against the steering controls.

“You look like a Wookiee trying to squeeze inside a gartro nest, kid,” Han joked.

Leia shushed him — but she had to admit it was true. Kenuun had given them a choice of Podracers, but all were equally unsuited for a driver of Luke’s size. Podracing just wasn’t designed for humans. She didn’t know very much about the sport, but Elad had explained that the top racers often sped through a course at more than 900 kilometers per hour. Human reflexes weren’t fast enough to take a hairpin turn at that kind of speed.

And then there was the size issue. Podracers were vehicles only in the most technical sense of the term. Leia had never seen one close up before, and she still couldn’t believe this heap of loosely connected engine parts was supposed to take Luke through the racecourse. The tiny repulsorlift cockpit was connected by long, flexible cables to the two massive engines. Because the frame was so unstable, it was easily unbalanced. This was why most racers were less than one meter tall. The less weight in the cockpit, the less chance there was that the Podracer would flip over, dumping its driver.

In challenging courses, this happened to even the most experienced of drivers.

And Luke, by his own admission, had no experience at all.

“You sure you understand the controls?” Leia asked nervously, as Luke prepared to ignite the engines and take off for his first practice run. The droids stood by her side, freshly polished and buffed — Kenuun had treated them somewhat better than his human prisoners. “I’m sure one of the other Podracers would —”

“I know what I’m doing,” Luke said irritably. “It’s just like flying anything else, right?”

“Just hold on tight, kid,” Han advised. “No need to go too fast your first time out.”

Chewbacca let out a long growl.

“Well let’s hope he knows not to do that,” Han told the Wookiee. “Be a shame for him to crash before the race even starts.”

Luke sighed. “I was the best pilot in Mos Eisley,” he reminded them, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. His knees were nearly grazing his chin. “And I’m the only one of us who’s actually seen a Podrace. I know what I’m doing.”

Before they could say anything else, the Podracer lifted off, a violet current crackling between the engines. Luke waved, and the Podracer sped away, so fast it was soon nothing but a smear of red against the grayish sky.

The engines twisted and wobbled alarmingly as Luke struggled to maintain the balance. The cockpit swung from side to side, then dipped forward, plummeting toward the ground.

“He can’t control it!” Leia gasped, peering through her electrobinoculars.

“He’ll be fine,” Han assured her. “The kid knows what he’s doing.” But he didn’t sound convinced.

“I hate to suggest this,” Elad said, “but it might be time to start thinking about a backup plan. If Luke can’t pull this off …”

He was only saying what she herself had been thinking, but something in Leia rebelled at his words. “Luke is the best pilot I’ve ever met,” she said fiercely.

“Hey!” Han protested.

“The best,” Leia repeated. “He just needs practice. He’ll be fine.”

Elad raised his eyebrows. “The best you’ve ever met?” He peered into the distance. The Podracer’s cockpit was bouncing furiously over air pockets. Thanks to his erratic steering, Luke was battling his own turbulence. “Even if he wins the race, Kenuun could still double cross us. Perhaps we should think about —”

“We’ll proceed with the current plan,” Leia said sharply, cutting off all further discussion. She may have let Elad accompany them on their mission, but she wasn’t about to cede control. “I have faith in Luke.”

The Podracer listed precariously to the right side, as it returned toward them. A burst of orange flame exploded from the right engine.

“He’s overheating!” Han shouted, running toward the Podracer.

With one engine dead, steering was impossible. The Podracer shot into an out of control spin. The engines whirled wildly around the cockpit. Suddenly, the Podracer tilted vertically, and shot straight up in the air.

“Luke!” Leia cried, taking off after Han. The Podracer flipped upside down and screamed into a dive. It was still nearly a kilometer up in the air when a tiny figure toppled out of the cockpit.

An endless moment later, Luke’s chute inflated. He drifted slowly to the ground. The Podracer rocketed downward, hitting the ground with a deafening crash. It exploded on impact, gushing a fiery spray of fuel and shorn metal into the air.

Luke wrapped himself in the chute and rolled away from the crash site, trying to shield himself from the falling debris. Leia and the others had almost reached him when one of the slim, fiery strips of durasteel landed on his chute.

The parachute burst into flames.