[ooc: There is a replica lightsaber hanging off the door of Mia's office, with a note; said office may or may not be full of a small army of these, and their various alien counterparts. He felt she could use a giggle.]
Happy 'Galactic Battles' or whatever it's called here Day!
(May the Fourth be with you. Punny, but not my fault.)
What happens to the casualties is no longer my responsibility. Hide the bodies well!