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