[LotS] He goes up an elevator, but seemingly isn't there

"Bridge lift is coming up!" another member of Pok's crew said.

Pok spoke into the comm, his breathing audible over the connection, as if he was leaning in close. "Cham, we'll kill Vader and blow the ship. No one will get taken alive."

"Pok...," Cham began.

"It's been an honor," Pok said. "Keep up the fight. All of you."

Someone on Poks bridge shouted, "For a free Ryloth!" and the rest of the bridge crew echoed the cry.

Isval was gripping Cham's arm so hard his hand was growing numb. He stared at the open comm as if it held some secret meaning, some hidden thing he could discern that would save Pok and everyone else. But there was nothing.

The rest of his crew sat in silence at their stations, heads down, listening.

"It's opening!" said someone on Pok's bridge.

A burst of blasterfire carried across the connection, but only for a moment before falling silent.

"There's no one," said a voice. "The lift's empty."

"Check it," Pok ordered. "He's still aboard somewhere-"

A sizzle and hum sounded, shouts, a thump, repeated blasterfire, a prolonged thrum, rising and falling, a series of shouts and screams.

"Pok!" Isval cried. "Pok!"

Cham cursed.

"What's happening over there?" Isval asked. "What's that sound?"

The rising thrum dredged memories from the back of Cham's mind.

"It's a lightsaber," he said. The sound of the blade had been seared into his head during the Clone Wars, when Jedi had wielded them: Jedi doing things, like Vader, that no ordinary being could do. But there were no more Jedi and there was no more Republic. There was only Vader, and the Empire.