It should've been easy; and it seemed to take a few hits from the blasters that the Imperials had. Speaking of which... "I had one of our mercs pilots drive the ship, master. Asked if it had a name. I didn't know, so I came to you...well, along with finding out how the hell this gun works." Shila had told the cowboy, throwing the E-11 Blaster near JT's armpit.