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Well...
(STATIC)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(WHOOSHING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Let's move!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(JAYHOLD CHUCKLES)
- TARAMYN: Load! - Out of the way!
Do not engage.
MAN: Aldhani.
(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(PETIGAR GRIMACES)
Yes, I've been warned.
I'm not wearing that.
These people hate us.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
Let's go!
They're from Alkenzi? We're from the garrison.
(RADIO WHIRRING, BEEPING)
CASSIAN: What? It's not working?
Go. I'm almost done. I'll be right behind you.
(GLASS BREAKING)
VEL: Keep moving! Keep moving.
(ROBODA BREATHING HEAVILY)
Call it.
He's an engineer. You won't charm him.
TARAMYN: Echo-One.
But I'm glad that you're here.
So just leave them here?
(GROANING)
All right, listen up!
Try the inverse channel.
It'll all be over this time tomorrow.
Wait.
You should've been here when Cinta found out.
It's not you, Doc.
I believe in something. Why am I so unsettled?
Go! Move around him! Move!
What would we be stealing?
Wrong time to mess up.
That's why you're here? Revenge?
(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
these last 12 years.
Echo-One.
(GRUNTS)
Freedom? Independence? Justice?
You certainly whine about it enough.
(WHIRRING)
Welcome, sir.
TARAMYN: Echo engaged. Lockin' now.
CASSIAN: I'm flying blind!
that this is a boot to the throats of all Ghormans,
SOLDIER: But we'll miss the Eye.
Looks Imperial.
(SIGHS)
The quarterly payroll for an entire Imperial sector.