Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Quite predictably,
Will do, sir.
Wrote about you last night. Not you specifically, not "Clem."
(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
I need to know where we're going.
The Empire has no moral boundaries,
Vector six-five-five-five-one.
So, yes, sir, it has definitely started.
Okay, come on! Come on!
Not yet.
- He might feel the back of my hand. - The boy is ill, Jayhold.
What is going on here?
Climb!
Valley-One. Valley-One.
(WHOOSHING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
I need a flight path.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
You've been here the longest, haven't you, Lieutenant?
(CHUCKLES) It really is something to see.
(GASPS)
Vel.
- Go and get us ready! - Cover me!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Echo-One.
- SKEEN: No! - VEL: Nemik!
(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)
They may pick up some highland stragglers along the way,
Yes, sir. Seven years.
JAYHOLD: They've taken the tower and communications.
(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
JAYHOLD: Didn't you hear me?
Just leave it! Get this thing in the air!
-(BEEPING) - Lock and confirm, Echo. Lock and confirm.
(YELLS)
You know, it's the old ones causing all the problems.
I'll have to look.
They breed a sad combination of traits
All good.
Have they any idea this is the last time they'll be allowed up here?
(FIRING CONTINUES)
(GRUNTING)
This?
Get up, now!
Escaping? In a Rono?
What is that?
- NEMIK: 14 minutes. - VEL: Move.
(PILGRIMS GASP)
Are you on point?
They didn't tell you, did they?