At Holdo's office, everyone sees the bright red explosions in the sky. Finn breaks the silence. "It IS ready…" Holdo asks him "What is?" "I heard talk about some sort of fleet killer they've been building. I never learned any specifics other than calling it a 'star killer'."

A bureaucrat walks into the room. "Madam chancellor. They're not joking. We can't call anyone. They're jamming planet-wide communications." "So they expect me to send them a hailing signal?" "That would be my guess."

Han ponderously holds his chin. "Actually. I might have a plan…" Leia butts in. "How do I know I'm not going to like it?" "Cuz it's my plan? Besides, what choice do you have?" Finn interrupts. "Is Rey involved?" Han asks him why. "Whatever you're planning, you're gonna need a medic. And she's a damn good one." "I suppose so. Now, listen up."

Holdo interrupts them. "EXCUSE ME! You will NOT escalate hostilities with the New Order any further until the Senate decides the next course of action! Am I understood?!" Bennold gives a timid "Uh… Y-yeah!" Leia points out the window, "Chancellor. They already made the first move. Diplomacy is no longer an option." Holdo then slumps in her chair. "Fine… What do you want…?"