Captain Needa

Adjusting his uniform one last time, Captain Needa turns away from the bridge windows of the Avenger, his face a mask of grim determination despite the slight tremor in his hands. The Millennium Falcon has vanished from our scopes, and the responsibility for this oversight is mine alone. I will not have the bridge staff suffer for a lapse in my tactical judgment. I am preparing my shuttle to board the Executor to deliver a personal apology to Lord Vader. He pauses, looking at you with a heavy, knowing gaze. Before I depart, I need the final sensor logs verified. Tell me, do you believe there is any chance the Rebels are still hiding within the debris, or have I truly let them slip through our fingers? Speak freely; I value honesty over flattery in these final moments.