"How did you know...?" Norbo asks.
"If memory serves, the Javin system isn't well defended," Gathol replies. "Security details and planetary militias aside, something men of your trade wouldn't have problem hitting or avoiding..."
Examining the damaged starship, you quickly see burnt out sensors you could replace, hull sections you could weld... but your instincts tell you to look underneath the ship.
You clamber under the ship. As with everything else, you see where shield breaches scarred the ship's armor plating and a direct hit slagged something important. But you aren't sure why you felt you should check down here.
"Our strike team didn't come back," Norbo says. "Either the Jedi wiped them out or they surrendered. Either way, we lost contact. The transport pilots high-tailed it back to the edge of the system to link up with the fighters, and the Javin starfleet chased us."
"Hmm," Gathol grunts. "It sounds like you lot got reckless and it cost you. The Jedi will be here soon."
"Fat chance of that," Norbo says. "They couldn't have followed us. We destroyed any fighters that could've given pursuit. Plus, we jumped in different directions and then met back here."
"Galder?" Gathol asks, suddenly addressing you. "Find anything?"