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[[Boltzmann levels his blaster rifle on the mutineers. A satisfied sneer tugs at his lips.]]
Boltzmann: I will take great pleasure in executing each of you myself...

[[Suddenly, a beam blasts through his chest and out the other side. Needless to say, a look of shock crosses his face.]]

[[Boltzmann begins to slump forward, reaching a hand up to the charred, gaping hole in his chest. The light leaves his eyes as he tumbles forward.]]

[[As Boltzmann's lifeless body hits the floor, Bohr is revealed to be standing behind him, his own blaster rifle smoldering. Like Boltzmann, he is battered, bruised, and bleeding.]]
Bohr: [Grimly] There will be no more executions today.