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