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The hangar doors shudder, but resist the blast well enough, while the woman from before, her armor having been high-quality enough to protect her, begins channeling a huge amount of plasma before hurling a roiling bolt of it hot enough to match a star at the midsection of the shuttle.
Meanwhile, someone else watches the sensor feeds for a few minutes before sighing. "Drop the interdict. And while you're at it, activate the Beacon." She hesitated a moment longer before adding "Also, dispatch search parties. Scour every star within reach. We're going to need it if we're going to survive."
The interdict flickers, then goes down, while the Imperial ships break off pursuit and return towards the shipyards.