pg.292: In one such crouched the cruiser Wennis, a decomissioned, obsolete, and thoroughly effective instrument of pitiless warfare, being refitted to her master's precise specifications. Her crew was an odd but deliberate mixture of the cream of the galaxy's technical and military elite and its dregs, often represented in the same individual. Her weaponry and defenses ran the gamut from continent-destroying hell projectors to small teams of unarmed combat experts. She had been a gift of prudence from the highest and consequently most vulnerable of sources in the galaxy
pg.359: "To answer your second question, there is no reason to believe that the Oswaft would be any more impervious to disintegrator beams, tractor-pressor beams, disruptors, and the like, than any other living thing."	TECH: Starship disintegrator beams, tractor-pressor beams, and disruptors. (The Oswaft are a race of huge, manta-ray-like aliens which evolved in the vacuum of space.)
pg.367: The next few days were bedlam, exactly as Whett had expected. The navy appeared at the fringes of the system, close enough to be fully detectable by the Renatasian defense sensors. They even let the local military lob a few primitive thermonuclear weapons at them to demonstrate the utter futility of resistance. The fleet's shields glowed briefly, restoring energy consumed by the voyage out, and that was that. Almost. Unfortunately for the Navy and high-technology aggressors everywhere in space and time, invasions cannot be conducted with continent destroying weapons or from behind shields. Not unless you're willing to oblieterate the enemy, and not at all if you're interested in taking what the enemy has: raw materials, agricultural products, certain manufactured goods, and the potential labor of her citizens. While the fleet sat tight and safe in orbit above the eight planets of Renatasia, 93 percent of the first wave of troopers were savagely massacred by the locals, using chemical bullet projectors, crude high-powered lasers, poison gases, clubs, meat cleavers, and fists. Eighty seven percent of the second wave died similarily, even though they'd been forewarned, 71 percent of the third, and so on. The Navy was winning a glorious, disastrously expensive victory. Troopships carrying replacements began showing up at hourly intervals.
pg.397:He raised a hand, as if in a magician's gesture. Outside, from one of the ungainly projections on the hull of the Wennis, there was a faint, fast squirt of brilliant life. Instantly it streaked toward a cluster of gigantic Oswaft who, since ceasing to fight, had been watching and listening. Sen and Fey among them. As the light point reached them, they began glowing a pale, sickly green and disappeared without a trace before their dying screams had faded. Whatever the weapon was, it could discriminate between real organic beings and the phony outlines Lando had taught them to create. "That, my dear Captain Calrissian, was a demonstration employing one times ten to minus seventeenth of the power available to me. The object was an electromagnetic torpedo, scarely larger than a filterable virus and programmed to self-destruct after it had done its work. Had it not been so, this area around us would contain no life by nor, nor, within a week, would the entire nebula."	One of the more powerful bio-weapons in the GFFA
pg.398: On one side the Falcon was englobed by the Navy, perhaps five hundred enormous capital ships.	After taking no less than 11% losses at least 500 major combatants were visible from half the Falcon's viewing arc