ISARD'S REVENGE

(Paperback)

pg.5-6: The larger ships, when hit hard, didn't explode as quickly. Instead their fire-blackened bulks drifted through the battlefield, atmosphere burning off as it leaked out of broken hulls. Some turbolaser blasts were enough to peel back armor plates and reduce them to floating metal globules that hardened in the vacuum of space. In other places the shots holed the ships through and through or vaporized things that should have been there, like superstructures or a bow.

pg.6: The Golan Space Defense Station loomed larger. Lights blinked placidly at the various corners, almost inviting inspection. Over two kilometers long, about half as wide and tall, it bristled with turbolaser batteries, proton torpedo launchers, and tractor beam stations. It massed more than an Imperial Star Destroyer and, while it wasn't as heavily armed, the proton torpedo launchers gave it the ability to inflict serious damage in a hurry.
All four of the X-wings fired their proton torpedoes at one time, using Whistler's targeting solution to guide them. A battle station like the Golan sported very powerful shields and individually fired proton torpedoes would have been unable to pierce it. Eight torpedoes coming in at the same time, aiming at the same point, would overstress the shields, draining them of energy. This would create a critical time window in which the shields would be weakened, or would totally fail, and have to be regenerated.

pg.7: Two New Republic Assault Frigates, the Tyrant's Bane and Liberty Star, cruised in toward the Golan station. Though each ship was less than a third as long as the station, they bristled with fifty laser cannons and poured terajoules of coherent light into the Golan.

pg.15: Ackbar punched a button on the holoprojector pad built into his desk. Above it little holographic images of each of the squadron's pilots burned to life. The Admiral reached up and touched Tycho's image and it blossomed into a full datafile.

pg.58: "Nine, this is Twelve. I've got trace readings on my tail."
"Whistler, give me a fine-grade sensor scan of our backtrail."
The droid complied and Corran caught a flash of something moving back there. Whatever it was, it managed to use terrain features to mask itself fairly well.

pg.59-60: Inyri likewise shot a proton torpedo at one of the Interceptors. Her missile hit dead on target, lancing up through the bottom of the ball cockpit and out through the starboard side before exploding.

pg.61: At the two-hundred-meter mark, Corran cut thrust to zero, rolled onto the starboard S-foil, and shunted full engine power to the repulsorlift coils. He stomped on the starboard rudder pedal, swinging the fighter's aft to the right. In a heartbeat the fighter went from being level and headed north to having its nose pointed at the sky, its right S-foil pointed north, and momentum still carrying it in toward the pass.
Corran slammed the throttle up to full and snaprolled the fighter to the left. The X-wing leaped toward the sky, with the repulsorlift coils creating a gravity cushion that bounced the fighter back from the rocks at the mouth of the pass. The fighter rode a rocket of thrust toward the stars above.

pg.74: While Ackbar waited for everyone to be seated, Captain Jhemiti closed the doors to the briefing room, activated the antisensor fields, then dimmed the lights.

pg.101: Commander Vict Darron strode onto the Direption's bridge and was pleased with the fact that his crew kept hard at work.

pg.102: Krennel had given him command of the Imperial Star Destroyer, Mark II, The two entries above Establish Direption as a Imperial Star Destroyer, Mark II

pg.104-105: Given her angle of attack, she'd exchange broadsides with Direption, which would hurt her ship badly. Still, the way Moonshadow would be coming in meant that the attention paid to Swift Liberty by Krennel's ship would leave it open to a devastating broadside from Moonshadow. And if Direption's Captain deals with Moonshadow, I get to hammer him. His turning to attack both of us makes no sense. He should be remaining at range and fighting a delaying action until he can get reinforcements in.
"Sensors, be sharp. Someone else is coming in, or something is going to intervene"

pg.106: He'll accept what Bell's ship can do just to pound Moonshadow. Wedge shook his head. I don't understand those tactics, which is why I'm better in this cockpit than I will ever be on the bridge of a capital ship. Yet another of Stackpole's idiotic Star Destroyer captains. The Duke boys are in trouble now...

pg.106: Wedge nudged his stick around and, with the flick of a thumb, switched his weapons over to proton torpedo control.
Three other squints broke off their run on the B-wings to follow their flight leader, which suggested to Wedge that the pilots were a lot more green than they should be.
Stupid ISD captains and green TIE pilots? Say it ain't so!

pg.107: Moonshadow's gunners concentrated their fire along Direption's port edge, seeking to destroy the other ship's weaponry. Heavy turbolasers, heavy turbolaser cannons, and ion beams all played out, splashing red and blue energy across Direption's shields. The weapons' energy bled into the sphere of the shields, nibbling away at it, shrinking it like a baloon with a slow leak. Then suddenly the shields collapsed and beams played along the hull. Turbolaser batteries exploded and hull plates evaporated. Fire jetted into space as shots burned through the hull and consumed the atmosphere within. Establishing the difference between heavy turbolasers and heavy turbolaser cannons, shield sphere-form on an ISDII

pg.107-108: The Victory-class Destroyer's weaponry was neither as extensive nor as powerful as that of the larger ships, but the turbolasers and double turbolaser batteries still ate away at the Hedgemony Deuce. Liquefied weapons congealed into metal threads, and at least one secondary explosion blasted a small chunk of Direption into space.

pg.110: The scarlet beams burned the top off the cockpit, instantly liquefying the Quadanium steel. Power of quad X-wing blasters

pg.111: Moonshadow was coming up and turning to port, its port-side batteries firing against Direption's aft shields. Red and blue laser and ion cannon fire pumped terajoules of energy into the shields, but somehow they stayed up. Probably shunting energy from the port side shield projectors into the aft shields. ISDII aft shields

pg.115: With the flick of a thumb, Corran shunted power from his rear shields to his forward ones.
"Ten, I've been hit. I've lost port-two engine."
"Nine, that S-foil is gone."
"What was it?"
"Ooryl doesn't know. Ground-launched and didn't scan."
Corran nodded. "Probably stormies with Merr-Sonn PLX-2Ms."
"A chip shouldn't have taken off an S-foil. Shouldn't have gotten through your shields."
"I shifted power forward and they caught me in an engine."

pg.120: Out of the hangars trotted a quartet of AT-ATs, the Imperial walker units that had wrought so much havoc at Hoth. They moved quickly, not looking as cumbersome and slow in the light snow as they had on Hoth's icefields. Back then we were in airspeeders- undergunned and overmatched. A smile slowly twisted his lips. Not the case this time.
Hobbie, her wingman, came in on a crossing path that gave him a clean shot at the tail. Lyyr's shots had slagged armor on the mechanical beast's flank, but hadn't done any serious damage. Hobbie's attack ran from below the AT-AT's body up on the back, and at least one shot holed the fuel tank. Flaming fluid streamed down like a tail, then an explosion ripped the walker's back end open. The blast pitched the walker up into the air and through a somersault that landed it on its back.

pg.127: Corran's first blue stunbolt dropped the canteen from the stormtrooper's hand. The second one hit the same man again, tensing his body for a second, then slackening it. Two more bolts caught the first man as he made a dive for his blaster carbine. It took a third before he stayed down. Stormtroopers vs. stun

pg.184: The pilot twisted away at the last second, but the proximity fuse made the torpedo detonate.

pg.185: One huge chunk slammed into the fighter's transparisteel canopy, spalling off fragments. One of them lashed Corran's right cheek, cutting him along the bone, then the atmospheric pressure within the cockpit blew the transparisteel panel and all debris out into space.
The personal magnetic containment bubble projector each pilot was issued clicked on immediately, cocooning Corran in a thin layer of breathable air. Even with a full power charge, Corran knew he'd only have an hour or so of breathable air, and the cold of space would kill him sooner than that.

pg.187: The shields in front of the X-wing sparked as they hit the dupe first, crumpling the starboard solar panel. They drove it back against the ball cockpit, and shattered the transparisteel viewport. At that point the X-wing's forward shields flashed opaquely, then imploded.

pg.188: The fighter had a TIE's ball cockpit and an Interceptor's canted wings, but all in a very unusual configuration. The wings had been turned so they canted out, not in as they did on the Interceptor. There were also three of the wings, one mounted above the cockpit and the other two at angles that allowed them to cover low port and starboard. More important, the sensors indicated the ships were sporting shields and had enough power output to support hyperspace drives. Stats for TIE defenders

pg.189: A little shudder ran through Corran's fighter. A Defender latched onto his ship with a tractor beam and would accelerate him to the appropriate speed to make the jump to lightspeed. On only two engines Corran's ship wouldn't have made it, though those engines were enough to power his hyperdrive.

pg.195: With all four gravity wells online, the Binder now projected a hyperspace mass shadow roughly equivalent to a good-sized planet.

pg.197: In one terrible swift salvo, the Pride of Selonia went from being a warship crewed by brave individuals to a floating charnel ship trailing webs of of congealed metal. ISDII vs a Corellian Corvette

pg.220: "You'll find the Sienar Fleet Systems TIE Defender is the fastest, best-equipped starfighter in the galaxy. Unlike other TIE designs, it incorporates shields, which provide the pilot with an improved survival profile. It has four lasers that can be fired singly, linked, or quadded, as well as two ion cannons. It carries eight concussion missiles or proton torpedoes depending upon mission profile, and has a tractor beam. It is very fast and highly maneuverable, both in space and in atmosphere. Finally, it has hyperspace drive, which allows the ship to accomplish deep space missions without requiring a larger ship to deliver it to the target."

pg.221: Corran climbed up on the cockpit. He pulled the hatch closed behind him, locked it down, and flipped the safety switches on the explosive release bolts.
As with other TIEs, the Defender worked with a wheel and yoke control system.

pg.226: Given the Defender's warning system for target locks, any long-distance shots would give his prey the same chance to destroy the missile or begin to evade that he would have. Only by refusing to aim at them until the last second could take them by surprise.

pg.229: His scan did reveal power conduits, computer cable conduits, and a fairly large system of air-duct work behind the walls.The room had only one door, which appeared to be quite dense, and he found no thermal bleed-through from any living creatures standing guard near it or against the wall. Corran Horn's R2 unit, Whistler

pg.230: When the Imperial tech had used the remote on him, Whistler feigned shutting down and starting up again. More than once criminals had assumed a security droid was disabled by a restraining bolt and had learned to regret that assumption.

pg.233: With a high-frequency series of squeals and whistles meant to register above the level of human hearing, he [Whistler] communicated full details to gate.

pg.236-237: "I know where and when Lusankya was created, and I know when it was given to me, so I have narrowed down the possible dates for its insertion into the world, but even as director of Imperial Intelligence I could find no clue as to how the insertion happened."
"But it had to have taken hundreds of construction droids and weeks of time. A project that size could not have gone unnoticed."
"I would agree, unless...the Force is something I do not understand and cannot touch, but the Emperor could. Is it possible he drew the ship down and buried it using the Force? I suppose. Is it possible that he merely stretched his mind out and prevented anyone from noticing the ship's descent? Also possible." She shook her head. "All I know is that the Emperor confided its location to me at roughly the same time its sister ship, the Executor, became operational."
A chill ran down Corran's spine. Even unschooled as he was in the Force, he'd managed to blank the mind of a stormtrooper looking for him. If the Emperor could manage to do that for billions of people, the miracle of the Rebellion is that it succeeded at all.

pg.248: Whistler hooted and flashed another message in the air. Whistler can use his holo projector to communicate with humans.

pg.291: The Mantooine, Dantooine, and Ryloth slashed in over the top of Emperor's Wisdom, pumping double turbolaser cannon fire into the dorsal shield.

pg.293: Pulling back on the fighter's yoke, be brought the Defender back around to the north wall. Swooping down to two meters above the ground, he ruddered around until the trip faced the towering metal doors in the front wall and locked his tractor beam on them. He reversed thrust, then pulsed the throttle to full. The doors bent in the middle and metal screamed as the hinges ripped loose. The doors flew at this ship until he cut the tractor beam, then they rolled across the ground, knocking over streetlamps, pulverizing ferrocrete walkways and curbs, and finally coming to rest on top of a couple of landspeeders that promptly exploded as the great weight compressed their fuel tanks.

pg.300: The Mon Cal shield sphere slowly shrank as the incoming fire boiled off layers of energy. Shield sphere on a Mon Cal ship

pg.301: The invisible energy bowl protecting the ship's bow suddenly filled with a transluscent pink that quickly evaporated as blue ion cannon bolts lanced through it.

pg.308: The human at the sensor station raised a hand. "Admiral, Binder has brought its gravity well projectors up. Nothing is leaving the system."
The Mon Calamari nodded slowly. "Signal the fleet. Begin the Thrawn Pincer."

pg.309-310: One missile shot past the front of the command tower, then course corrected and circled around to strike the forward viewport. The transparisteel resisted the impact at first, but the interior layer cracked and spalled off a hail of crystalline fragments that stormed through the bridge.
Then the concussion missile detonated.

pg.5-6: The larger ships, when hit hard, didn't explode as quickly. Instead their fire-blackened bulks drifted through the battlefield, atmosphere burning off as it leaked out of broken hulls. Some turbolaser blasts were enough to peel back armor plates and reduce them to floating metal globules that hardened in the vacuum of space. In other places the shots holed the ships through and through or vaporized things that should have been there, like superstructures or a bow.
pg.6: The Golan Space Defense Station loomed larger. Lights blinked placidly at the various corners, almost inviting inspection. Over two kilometers long, about half as wide and tall, it bristled with turbolaser batteries, proton torpedo launchers, and tractor beam stations. It massed more than an Imperial Star Destroyer and, while it wasn't as heavily armed, the proton torpedo launchers gave it the ability to inflict serious damage in a hurry. All four of the X-wings fired their proton torpedoes at one time, using Whistler's targeting solution to guide them. A battle station like the Golan sported very powerful shields and individually fired proton torpedoes would have been unable to pierce it. Eight torpedoes coming in at the same time, aiming at the same point, would overstress the shields, draining them of energy. This would create a critical time window in which the shields would be weakened, or would totally fail, and have to be regenerated.
pg.7: Two New Republic Assault Frigates, the Tyrant's Bane and Liberty Star, cruised in toward the Golan station. Though each ship was less than a third as long as the station, they bristled with fifty laser cannons and poured terajoules of coherent light into the Golan.
pg.15: Ackbar punched a button on the holoprojector pad built into his desk. Above it little holographic images of each of the squadron's pilots burned to life. The Admiral reached up and touched Tycho's image and it blossomed into a full datafile.
pg.58: "Nine, this is Twelve. I've got trace readings on my tail." "Whistler, give me a fine-grade sensor scan of our backtrail." The droid complied and Corran caught a flash of something moving back there. Whatever it was, it managed to use terrain features to mask itself fairly well.
pg.59-60: Inyri likewise shot a proton torpedo at one of the Interceptors. Her missile hit dead on target, lancing up through the bottom of the ball cockpit and out through the starboard side before exploding.
pg.61: At the two-hundred-meter mark, Corran cut thrust to zero, rolled onto the starboard S-foil, and shunted full engine power to the repulsorlift coils. He stomped on the starboard rudder pedal, swinging the fighter's aft to the right. In a heartbeat the fighter went from being level and headed north to having its nose pointed at the sky, its right S-foil pointed north, and momentum still carrying it in toward the pass. Corran slammed the throttle up to full and snaprolled the fighter to the left. The X-wing leaped toward the sky, with the repulsorlift coils creating a gravity cushion that bounced the fighter back from the rocks at the mouth of the pass. The fighter rode a rocket of thrust toward the stars above.
pg.74: While Ackbar waited for everyone to be seated, Captain Jhemiti closed the doors to the briefing room, activated the antisensor fields, then dimmed the lights.
pg.101: Commander Vict Darron strode onto the Direption's bridge and was pleased with the fact that his crew kept hard at work.
pg.102: Krennel had given him command of the Imperial Star Destroyer, Mark II,	The two entries above Establish Direption as a Imperial Star Destroyer, Mark II
pg.104-105: Given her angle of attack, she'd exchange broadsides with Direption, which would hurt her ship badly. Still, the way Moonshadow would be coming in meant that the attention paid to Swift Liberty by Krennel's ship would leave it open to a devastating broadside from Moonshadow. And if Direption's Captain deals with Moonshadow, I get to hammer him. His turning to attack both of us makes no sense. He should be remaining at range and fighting a delaying action until he can get reinforcements in. "Sensors, be sharp. Someone else is coming in, or something is going to intervene"
pg.106: He'll accept what Bell's ship can do just to pound Moonshadow. Wedge shook his head. I don't understand those tactics, which is why I'm better in this cockpit than I will ever be on the bridge of a capital ship.	Yet another of Stackpole's idiotic Star Destroyer captains. The Duke boys are in trouble now...
pg.106: Wedge nudged his stick around and, with the flick of a thumb, switched his weapons over to proton torpedo control. Three other squints broke off their run on the B-wings to follow their flight leader, which suggested to Wedge that the pilots were a lot more green than they should be.	Stupid ISD captains and green TIE pilots? Say it ain't so!
pg.107: Moonshadow's gunners concentrated their fire along Direption's port edge, seeking to destroy the other ship's weaponry. Heavy turbolasers, heavy turbolaser cannons, and ion beams all played out, splashing red and blue energy across Direption's shields. The weapons' energy bled into the sphere of the shields, nibbling away at it, shrinking it like a baloon with a slow leak. Then suddenly the shields collapsed and beams played along the hull. Turbolaser batteries exploded and hull plates evaporated. Fire jetted into space as shots burned through the hull and consumed the atmosphere within.	Establishing the difference between heavy turbolasers and heavy turbolaser cannons, shield sphere-form on an ISDII
pg.107-108: The Victory-class Destroyer's weaponry was neither as extensive nor as powerful as that of the larger ships, but the turbolasers and double turbolaser batteries still ate away at the Hedgemony Deuce. Liquefied weapons congealed into metal threads, and at least one secondary explosion blasted a small chunk of Direption into space.
pg.110: The scarlet beams burned the top off the cockpit, instantly liquefying the Quadanium steel.	Power of quad X-wing blasters
pg.111: Moonshadow was coming up and turning to port, its port-side batteries firing against Direption's aft shields. Red and blue laser and ion cannon fire pumped terajoules of energy into the shields, but somehow they stayed up. Probably shunting energy from the port side shield projectors into the aft shields.	ISDII aft shields
pg.115: With the flick of a thumb, Corran shunted power from his rear shields to his forward ones. "Ten, I've been hit. I've lost port-two engine." "Nine, that S-foil is gone." "What was it?" "Ooryl doesn't know. Ground-launched and didn't scan." Corran nodded. "Probably stormies with Merr-Sonn PLX-2Ms." "A chip shouldn't have taken off an S-foil. Shouldn't have gotten through your shields." "I shifted power forward and they caught me in an engine."
pg.120: Out of the hangars trotted a quartet of AT-ATs, the Imperial walker units that had wrought so much havoc at Hoth. They moved quickly, not looking as cumbersome and slow in the light snow as they had on Hoth's icefields. Back then we were in airspeeders- undergunned and overmatched. A smile slowly twisted his lips. Not the case this time. Hobbie, her wingman, came in on a crossing path that gave him a clean shot at the tail. Lyyr's shots had slagged armor on the mechanical beast's flank, but hadn't done any serious damage. Hobbie's attack ran from below the AT-AT's body up on the back, and at least one shot holed the fuel tank. Flaming fluid streamed down like a tail, then an explosion ripped the walker's back end open. The blast pitched the walker up into the air and through a somersault that landed it on its back.
pg.127: Corran's first blue stunbolt dropped the canteen from the stormtrooper's hand. The second one hit the same man again, tensing his body for a second, then slackening it. Two more bolts caught the first man as he made a dive for his blaster carbine. It took a third before he stayed down.	Stormtroopers vs. stun
pg.184: The pilot twisted away at the last second, but the proximity fuse made the torpedo detonate.
pg.185: One huge chunk slammed into the fighter's transparisteel canopy, spalling off fragments. One of them lashed Corran's right cheek, cutting him along the bone, then the atmospheric pressure within the cockpit blew the transparisteel panel and all debris out into space. The personal magnetic containment bubble projector each pilot was issued clicked on immediately, cocooning Corran in a thin layer of breathable air. Even with a full power charge, Corran knew he'd only have an hour or so of breathable air, and the cold of space would kill him sooner than that.
pg.187: The shields in front of the X-wing sparked as they hit the dupe first, crumpling the starboard solar panel. They drove it back against the ball cockpit, and shattered the transparisteel viewport. At that point the X-wing's forward shields flashed opaquely, then imploded.
pg.188: The fighter had a TIE's ball cockpit and an Interceptor's canted wings, but all in a very unusual configuration. The wings had been turned so they canted out, not in as they did on the Interceptor. There were also three of the wings, one mounted above the cockpit and the other two at angles that allowed them to cover low port and starboard. More important, the sensors indicated the ships were sporting shields and had enough power output to support hyperspace drives.	Stats for TIE defenders
pg.189: A little shudder ran through Corran's fighter. A Defender latched onto his ship with a tractor beam and would accelerate him to the appropriate speed to make the jump to lightspeed. On only two engines Corran's ship wouldn't have made it, though those engines were enough to power his hyperdrive.
pg.195: With all four gravity wells online, the Binder now projected a hyperspace mass shadow roughly equivalent to a good-sized planet.
pg.197: In one terrible swift salvo, the Pride of Selonia went from being a warship crewed by brave individuals to a floating charnel ship trailing webs of of congealed metal.	ISDII vs a Corellian Corvette
pg.220: "You'll find the Sienar Fleet Systems TIE Defender is the fastest, best-equipped starfighter in the galaxy. Unlike other TIE designs, it incorporates shields, which provide the pilot with an improved survival profile. It has four lasers that can be fired singly, linked, or quadded, as well as two ion cannons. It carries eight concussion missiles or proton torpedoes depending upon mission profile, and has a tractor beam. It is very fast and highly maneuverable, both in space and in atmosphere. Finally, it has hyperspace drive, which allows the ship to accomplish deep space missions without requiring a larger ship to deliver it to the target."
pg.221: Corran climbed up on the cockpit. He pulled the hatch closed behind him, locked it down, and flipped the safety switches on the explosive release bolts. As with other TIEs, the Defender worked with a wheel and yoke control system.
pg.226: Given the Defender's warning system for target locks, any long-distance shots would give his prey the same chance to destroy the missile or begin to evade that he would have. Only by refusing to aim at them until the last second could take them by surprise.
pg.229: His scan did reveal power conduits, computer cable conduits, and a fairly large system of air-duct work behind the walls.The room had only one door, which appeared to be quite dense, and he found no thermal bleed-through from any living creatures standing guard near it or against the wall.	Corran Horn's R2 unit, Whistler
pg.230: When the Imperial tech had used the remote on him, Whistler feigned shutting down and starting up again. More than once criminals had assumed a security droid was disabled by a restraining bolt and had learned to regret that assumption.
pg.233: With a high-frequency series of squeals and whistles meant to register above the level of human hearing, he [Whistler] communicated full details to gate.
pg.236-237: "I know where and when Lusankya was created, and I know when it was given to me, so I have narrowed down the possible dates for its insertion into the world, but even as director of Imperial Intelligence I could find no clue as to how the insertion happened." "But it had to have taken hundreds of construction droids and weeks of time. A project that size could not have gone unnoticed." "I would agree, unless...the Force is something I do not understand and cannot touch, but the Emperor could. Is it possible he drew the ship down and buried it using the Force? I suppose. Is it possible that he merely stretched his mind out and prevented anyone from noticing the ship's descent? Also possible." She shook her head. "All I know is that the Emperor confided its location to me at roughly the same time its sister ship, the Executor, became operational." A chill ran down Corran's spine. Even unschooled as he was in the Force, he'd managed to blank the mind of a stormtrooper looking for him. If the Emperor could manage to do that for billions of people, the miracle of the Rebellion is that it succeeded at all.
pg.248: Whistler hooted and flashed another message in the air.	Whistler can use his holo projector to communicate with humans.
pg.291: The Mantooine, Dantooine, and Ryloth slashed in over the top of Emperor's Wisdom, pumping double turbolaser cannon fire into the dorsal shield.
pg.293: Pulling back on the fighter's yoke, be brought the Defender back around to the north wall. Swooping down to two meters above the ground, he ruddered around until the trip faced the towering metal doors in the front wall and locked his tractor beam on them. He reversed thrust, then pulsed the throttle to full. The doors bent in the middle and metal screamed as the hinges ripped loose. The doors flew at this ship until he cut the tractor beam, then they rolled across the ground, knocking over streetlamps, pulverizing ferrocrete walkways and curbs, and finally coming to rest on top of a couple of landspeeders that promptly exploded as the great weight compressed their fuel tanks.
pg.300: The Mon Cal shield sphere slowly shrank as the incoming fire boiled off layers of energy.	Shield sphere on a Mon Cal ship
pg.301: The invisible energy bowl protecting the ship's bow suddenly filled with a transluscent pink that quickly evaporated as blue ion cannon bolts lanced through it.
pg.308: The human at the sensor station raised a hand. "Admiral, Binder has brought its gravity well projectors up. Nothing is leaving the system." The Mon Calamari nodded slowly. "Signal the fleet. Begin the Thrawn Pincer."
pg.309-310: One missile shot past the front of the command tower, then course corrected and circled around to strike the forward viewport. The transparisteel resisted the impact at first, but the interior layer cracked and spalled off a hail of crystalline fragments that stormed through the bridge. Then the concussion missile detonated.