" My mother, wore the mask, she thought as she napped the neck of the lead enforcer. And now I wear it. But it is not all that I am.
Her friends -- her family -- were disarming the enforcers, or killing them before they could react. Some carried simple fishing knives loaned by the locals, and others had grabbed their own weapons from the sand. They were improving, adapting, and surviving, the way Enfys's mother had taught them.
They underestimate us, and that is why they lose "

― Mur Lafferty , Solo: A Star Wars Story (Star Wars: Novelizations, #3.1)