No. I will point out though that's it's the shot just after we see the droid carrying that huge hyperdermic needle punch the smaller flying one. Luke & co ride past, the camera pans back, and the Outrider flies off overhead.
Oh, and also, just call it "Star Wars". Please? SWIV:ANH:SE is anality bordering on the ridiculous.
-------------------- Yes, you're despicable, and... and picable... and... and you're definitely, definitely despicable. How a person can get so despicable in one lifetime is beyond me. It isn't as though I haven't met a lot of people. Goodness knows it isn't that. It isn't just that... it isn't... it's... it's despicable.
You'll spawn, and crafty whore that you are, you'll take the sewers to the backyard of the house. You'll pop up, and scan left and right with your trust Colt M-16. Not finding me, you'll rush into the house.
You'll find two of the hostages in the basement. You rush into the garage to get the other two, and just as you realize the garage is dark ...
The powerful roar of a pump-shotgun will fill the confined space, punching through any body armour you may or may not be wearing, and hurl you against the far wall.
Ha! File not found! Trying to trick me, are you? Well, Jeff (may I call you that?), I'll enter after I cut the power with my demolitions kit. When your stronghold is plunged into darkness, you cowl in terror as I enter the area with a trusty M16 and night vision. It'll be too late to stop me. Your Star Trek inventory will be burned and a grenade will be thrown down a clothes chute into the basement. Flames will engulf your building, and I'll pop three rounds into your head and jump out a window as the structure collapses. Malnurtured Snay will be no more, gone like so many other Flarites. The world will watch as I take over the empire and be declared supreme ruler. Sorry. Game over.