One of the MON CALAMARI TECHNICIANS points at the large bridge window.
TECHNICIAN: Look!
LANDO leans over the rail and watches in amazement as the Imperial SHIPS plummet away into Kessel’s atmosphere like fiery meteors. Some of the TIE FIGHTER PILOTS are confused and follow. The rest panic and flee for deep space.
LANDO: Yeeeha!
TECHNICIAN: What’s happening?
LANDO: I don’t know... it sure wasn’t us!
LANDO squints at the disappearing TIES.
LANDO: (cont.) ...but I’d wager those are clone pilots. They’re completely brainless these days; about the only thing they’ve got going for them anymore is their numbers.
TECHNICIAN: (indicating the fleeing TIES) Well, that lot sure won’t make it very far without a convoy.