SHINGEN BUNDEN’S canopy windows are smeared with soot and grime. He can hardly see, but that doesn't prevent him from bearing down on one of the TIES. He closes his eyes in concentration, directed by the Force. The TIE FIGHTER dances about in a vain attempt to shake him, but the dogged JEDI ELDER anticipates his target’s every move.
BUNDEN: (to himself) Goodbye, Imperial vermin!