Smoke and Mirrors
Strange that it should be here that the Empire met its end.
From the pile of rocks Spock looked up into the smoke-reddened sky as the Birds of Prey fired into the remnants of the once-proud statue.
His Terran security chief ran up to him. 'Alliance soldiers are materialising in the temple. You must leave here.'
From the doorway behind her, disruptor fire lanced towards the Vulcan. Turning, the chief fell into the path of the blast, her blonde form dissolving painfully into non-existence.
'I am afraid she died in vain, Vulcan.' General Worf fired once more. 'Victory is mine!'