When I land on Hoth, I like to imagine I'm one of the AT-AT walkers, slowly falling into the snow as I can no longer control my legs, and I feel my electrical insides exploding, my crew dying, then... cold, then shortly after, nothing. The hundreds of millions of credits put into research and development, finally mass producing me, and all it took was a tow rope from something that couldn't even take out a TIE fighter. It really makes me understand how fragile we all are, no matter how many credits we pour into something, it can still be destroyed.