Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(BLASTERS FIRING) -(GRUNTING)
Excuse me?
We're followin' orders.
(SKEEN AND NEMIK GRUNTING)
TARAMYN: Drop it! Now!
With me.
SKEEN: You don't know that.
LIEUTENANT GORN: Are you crazy?
loading the freighter, and escaping out of the runway tunnel.
Five-nine.
TARAMYN: Commandant on the floor!
Climb? Look out the window.
I've had plenty of time to study,
All right, up! Up! Up! Up! Let's go!
Form up!
GUARD: Easy there... Yeah... Quickly, quickly...
Keep your mouths shut, and remember, we belong here.
- You were right. -(SNIFFLES)
(SPEAKING DHANI)
How sad.
Now!
MON: Senator Dhow's proposal is both temperate and timely,
No!
TARAMYN: Pick it up.
-(CLICKING, WHIRRING) - How do we get to the doctor?
(WHOOSHING)
Enjoy the Eye.
(GRUNTS)
Yeah, that's good enough for now.
See, I can't fly the trawler, but I do have a safe place we can hole up.
We offered them a transport because we know they'll refuse,
(WHIMPERS)
VEL: Let's go.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
VEL: Move, move, move!
Which is wildly ironic
We go.
(PILGRIMS SINGING IN DHANI)
Yeah, you disappointed?
Taramyn warned me.
It's not as if there's much Aldhani civilization
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SPEAKING DHANI)
We're dialed in.
Full boost thrust on level!
Above the stench.
(DELEGATES CLAMOURING INTENSIFIES)
Tell him we'll give him the gift of our absence and be on our way.
LIEUTENANT GORN: Well, the Dhanis don't believe it ever ends.
What did you give him?
He was a stormtrooper.
far more reasoned and thoughtful than the calls for decree
(WHOOSHING)
(WHOOSHES)
- VEL: Nemik. - SKEEN: Hey.
Alkenzi?