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I can help with that.
Omega?
Yeah, but I don't have any credits.
Not exactly.
(grunts)
Here.
(sighs) A woman. Highly trained. She's after the kid.
Wrecker: Somebody who?
Echo: Droid?
I'm with Omega. We're on our way.
(grunts)
Sorry about that.
Deal.
you're looking for a certain modified Omicron-class attack shuttle.
-(comm beeps) -This is Raspar Six at Ro station.
Why'd you tell me we're out of rations? Now I'm starving.
-(Omega grunts) -Man 2: Watch it!
Security: Citizen.