Markus chuckled and shook his head as a wide smile spread across his face. "No, that you most certainly are not," he said. The smile quickly faded from his face, however, as the weight of the loss of three members of their small cell truly hit him. In the years since they had started their cell, the deaths at the hands of the Imperials had mostly been few and far between, and never multiple people at once. Even in the last few months, when Jason had ramped up the actions against the Imperials into more serious and violent endeavors than the cell had traditionally done, the losses had always been one here, one there. Losing the E-web was also a blow, but Markus knew that any serious action needed people, not just equipment.

"We're going to need to be more careful," he said. "Lay low a bit for a few days, maybe a few weeks. We can't afford to lose many more people, Jason. Coruscant is still the capital of the Empire, and as much as I'd like to see the Alliance come riding in right after the Emperor died and save the day, I don't think it's going to happen any time soon. We need to start looking at the long game."