Com base na opinião (no universo) de um Engenheiro de Voo de Resistência altamente qualificado, seu ataque estava fadado ao fracasso.
His comm signature crackled off and he accelerated toward the cannon. Its barrel shone through the lasers, on the cusp of firing. The tremendous heat it generated melted the salt around it, stirring a crimson haze around its treads. With the other skimmers no longer a threat, all the walkers and tanks were targeting Finn. And Rose knew he’d never get through that last stretch alive.
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No, Rose thought, teeth gritted. They’d come too far together for her to watch while he threw his life away. She banked her speeder hard, following Finn’s heading. Her medallion swung wildly on the console. She grabbed it, jamming it around her neck a moment before her speeder smashed into Finn’s, just short of the massive cannon’s muzzle.