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