"On it," he smiles out the viewport at the other ship and starts putting their freighter through its paces.

"It's not a starfighter, but it'll do."

And certainly he makes a good go of it, though their would-be boarders actually seem to be making him work for it. "Someone's a hot hand with a stick," he mutters and it's actually a little difficult to remember for a moment that he's supposed to let them get caught. A little bit of injury to his ego that he can't make this a real competition.

Finally, though, a shot penetrates their shields and takes out their engines. "Oh no," Anakin says, deadpan, "we're doomed."