Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(LABORED BREATHING)

I'm in so much trouble, Vel.

Was getting worried.

There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy.

What will it cost?

The moment you get over the water, you climb.

We've baited the trap and opened the door.

- Nonsense. - And here, in Coruscant.

There's no one out there. Come on.

- Help her up. - BIX: Brasso.

GUARD: Right, we need to assume the positions.

(DISTANT BLASTERS FIRING)

Looked like you were wrapping up, so I thought I'd wait.

- I'm not asking for betrothal. - Then what are we talking about?

NEMIK: "It occurs spontaneously and without instruction.

I'll take care of Maarva.

Now, go! Go, go!

and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Not us though, eh?

(DEDRA PANTING)

She told me you'd say all this.

"The Imperial need for control is so desperate

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

60? 70 of them?

- (PANTING) - KEYSAX: Let him through!

He might show up at the funeral.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Just keepin' an eye on the place till we sell it.

I'm honored to stand before you.

- There's an ISB supervisor in town. - A woman?

Fight the Empire!

So, searching for a more fluid banking situation, are we?

- (BLASTERS FIRING) - WOMAN: Ah!

- She was alive three days ago. - Why are they keeping her?

- TIGO: Which building? - Across the street.