Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fuel. We need to make some money, or we might as well put the ghost in storage.
I was translating for minister tua...
Told you we'd get away.
[ hera on comlink ] almost there.
When i was translating, i found out they were shipping those t-7s as prototypes...
Yes, minister.
Well, stall them.
[ beeping ]
Whoa. They're t-7 ion disruptors.
I gave the order to use them.
Home, sweet home.
And frees up some time for-- oh, i don't know-- jedi training,
You were followed! That's not possible.
[ angry chirping ]
[ chirping ]
- There's always vizago's job. - So we're arms dealers again?
Yeah. About that--
This way, mr. Wabo.
I know. [ cackles ]
and stay out!
Hey, if my astromech's banished,
You recorded everything, old friend?