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Sorry, can you repeat back, please?

They not be killing ye.

I pulled everything I could access up the hill into the main account.

They're leaving.

We get to loot the eastern garrison.

We need that piece. We lose that and we'll have to close shop.

I can see that. (YELLS) Where's my air wing?

Yes. Please, go on.

I'd rather die trying to take them down than die giving them what they want.

We have some new pieces in.

-This can't be exposed. -I know that.

-Not now. -MON: I need a loan.

-Six years. -Six years?

-You hear me? -CASSIAN: I hear you.

(TWO-TUBES SPEAKING TOGNATH)

-that I knew the risk... -Tay Kolma.

They mix your ashes with mortar and local stone dust,

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Get a boarding team ready. -Prepped and ready, sir.

CASSIAN: It's a quadjumper.

Hello. How have you been?

FONDOR DROID: Acknowledged.

Yeah, she's passed away.

Keep it small, limit the time, limit the numbers.

every month from the family trust without a trace.

B2EMO: I d-d-don't want to be alone.

Call it what you will.

LUTHEN: And if he doesn't, they'll know something's amiss.

Tractor beam has been engaged, Haulcraft. Please, power down your stabilizers.

Yeah. Everything okay.

SERGEANT MOSK: Still a few Pre-Mor holdouts working in the office

please disengage any propulsion units and prepare for tractor beacon.