Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Someone's here. This wasn't the scrappers' handiwork.
Too late! Run for it!
In our present situation, we need money.
Clone Trooper: Sir, the engines are ready.
-Secure the perimeter. -Yes, sir.
-Sorry, kid. This one's all mine. -(comm beeps)
(whispering) How many?
-…eight… -This connects to the transmitter.
Why is this button blinking?
Tech: I estimate less than two minutes.
-Wrecker: No one cares! Keep movin'. -(Tech groans)
-(bangs) -(grunts)
Why'd you bring us here?
Hunter (sighs): It's Crosshair, all right.
Break away? You mean fall? All the way down?
Hunter: Go!
(laughs, kisses)
(groans)
Wrecker: Stop!
We have to find her.
(birds chittering)
Tech: Because this is our alternate egress off the cruiser.
Echo: They'll do a forward-to-aft sweep. We can alternate corridors. Come on.
We're soldiers, not arms smugglers.