*The debris cloud clears. Crackles of energy leap from section to section. Amognst them is a single fragment of the computer core, designed to survive for Imperial Retrieval.
But nothing else, no ship, no escape pod, no bodies.
A single crackle comes over the comm, and dies*
[This is a good time to go home. Someone's waiting at the cantina]
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