Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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