Silandra drew her lightsaber. "Stand back. The blade flared to life with a familiar hum. It seemed even more brilliant against the drab backdrop of Gloam's persistent night.
Silandra approached the side of the cockpit, held her lightsaber hilt in both hands, and jammed the searing blade into the metal hull plate. It fizzed and spat as she dragged it around in a wide circle, leaving a bright glowing furrow in its wake. Liquid metal dripped, striking the ground by her feet. She grunted with the effort as she finally completed the looping incision, and then she stepped back as the newly cut panel fell outward, clanging noisily against the rocks by her feet. Musty old air sighed out in its wake.

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