19 BBY

"Please, don't do this. I have two daughters, Calida and Ember, they have no one else!"

He saw the finger suddenly slacken on the trigger, and for a moment, he felt hopeful.

And then one of the others spoke "No! He's killed too many people! We can't let him go, not after all this!"

The finger slowly curled back around the trigger.

"I know it's not much consolation, but I don't take any joy in this," The trooper holding the gun said, his voice almost quavering. The blaster shook, just a fraction and only for a moment.

And then the finger squeezed down.