Must have been a tense time while they were waiting. All your best pilots bite it trying to get into and along the trench that just may have an exhaust port at the end of it, as long as the plans they have are the final ones and no revisions were made in final constructions...like a 2 metre x 2 metre piece of mild steel plate welded there. Then you all stand around hoping some wet-behind-the-ears kid who spends his days bombing rats while not doing minor chores on the farm, takes time out from giving orders to the Rebellion's top-gun pilots to pull out and go back home cause they cant help. The other Rebellion must have been asking one another just who the heck the kid was ..." Ohh, he went with the last Jedi onto the Deathstar. There are no more Jedi now. " " Ohh. Great. Hold me tight."