As the Falcon’s laser cannons flash, the shuttle’s airlock opens. A dozen stormtroopers in bulky self-contained battle suits exit the stubby craft. They ignore the Falcon’s blazing weapons and circle toward the corvette. Their propulsion jets create pinpoints of light which stand out against the shuttle’s black silhouette.
“Now!” Han mutters, we’ve got to hit it now!” He releases the concussion missiles. As if responding to his order, two firepricks streak away from the Falcon. A moment later, they strike the shuttle hull near the sublight drive. The Imperial craft erupts into an orange ball so large Han has to pull up sharply to avoid it.
When he loops back to survey the wreckage, nothing remains except an expanding cloud of debris. Two specks which could be spacetroopers drift toward Mon Torri.