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If there was a schedule,

if they simply rotated the roster, that would make it so much easier.

- Exactly. - Who's gonna

be out in front of that?

Pick the wrong day to raise your hand and they'll reassign...

- Niya. - Yes.

How's it look?

It's good. It's prepped for a test flight in the morning.

The password tonight is Kafrene.

Kafrene.

Got the key?

We have to wait for my supervisor to leave. He never stays late.

Are we safe here?

You're a new test pilot.

You've just arrived, you're excited.

You wanted to look around before you went to bed.

- We started flirting... - I like that.

Sorry. I was told not to look at you.

- I didn't see anything. - Hey, it's okay. It's okay.

I'm so nervous.

Nervous is good.

Keeps us awake.

It's gonna be fine.

I'm never coming back here.

It's a big sacrifice.

I... I've had fun here.

That must sound strange.

No, not at all.

Now everything changes.

- You're very brave. - Am I?

My hand's shaking.

Hey.

There you are.

Who is this?

New pilot. He couldn't sleep. We were just talking.

Hello, pilot.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Welcome aboard.

What was that?

She said you were cute.

Have you been part of this for very long?

I shouldn't ask. I'm sorry.

You're risking everything. You can ask what you want.

If I die tonight, was it worth it?

You've done this before. You must have thought about it.

This makes it worth it.

This. Right now.

Being with you. Being here at the moment you step into the circle.

Look at me.

You made this decision long ago. The Empire cannot win.

You'll never feel right unless you're doing what you can to stop them.

You're coming home to yourself.

You've become more than your fear.

Let that protect you.

Thank you.

Okay.

- I need a 12-minute head start. - Is that enough?

I'll see you along the road.

What is this?

Uh...

Okay. Okay, okay, I got this.

I got this.

Oh, yes.

Shit!

Come on!

What the...

Fire at will!

Shots fired!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No.

No! No.

No. Oh, come on.

Come on!

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

Okay.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Come on.

No! No!

- No! No! - Bix. Wake up.

- Wake up! Hey! - No!

Shh. Bix, listen. Shh. Listen.

You're okay. You're okay.

You're fine.

We're safe.

Hey, Bix. Right here, look at me.

It's Talia.

- What happened? - She had an-another dream.

Go back to bed. She'll be fine.

C-Cassian will want to know.

- She'll deal with that. - He'll be home t-tomorrow.

We'll talk about this in the morning.

Really? Are we allowed?

Not if you don't do what I say.

Quiet. And no peeking. I'm serious.

And stop.

You can look now.

Oh, Leida!

Took a wedding to get her out of the house!

- Here comes the party. - Perrin! My favorite nephew.

Sordo, my favorite reprobate.

- How are you? - Mon.

Praise Mothma. What a glorious turn of events.

So good to see you.

And looking younger every season.

How effortlessly you lie.

And my dear boy...

I feel you lurking, Erskin.

Governor Klavin has a new ship.

We have limited space on the docking platform.

They've taken two spots and don't seem eager to move.

- And you've asked them nicely? - I've tried.

What's all this?

More parking problems.

The Governor's ego apparently won't fit into our lot.

Is this about his new ship?

He's your friend, darling. You and Erskin sort it out.

So, what do you think, Perrin?

Wait for them here or get a head start on the bar?

I think the bar, don't you?

Greetings, Senator.

Senator Mothma.

Have you seen who's here?

Congratulations.

- Morning. - Senator.

- Senator Beeva. - Senator.

So good to see you.

There you are.

- Tay! - How's the bride-to-be?

Very spoiled at the moment.

- If not now, when, right? - I suppose.

We're having lunch on the terrace. You'll see for yourself.

Uh, Mon. Mon, I was hoping for a chance to speak.

I'm afraid I'm a bit of a blur right now.

But I know you left word. I saw your message.

It's just... Well, it's, uh, quite the production.

Is there something urgent?

No.

Just... looking to catch up.

- I'll find you later. - Oh, something to look forward to.

Ah. Beautiful. Thank you. That's the last one.

- Luthen. - Oh, dear, you found me.

What are you doing here?

I'm afraid that's a secret.

Away! Away! No chatting, Luthen.

No spoiling.

- Away with you. - What's going on here?

You'll ruin my surprise.

You've told her nothing, I hope.

Well, I only just arrived.

Oh, he's terrible at keeping secrets.

- Oh, I've been practicing. - We'll see about that.

You'll see when I'm ready. Now, surely there's something

that desperately requires your presence elsewhere.

Very well.

But I will get it out of him.

What's he doing here?

He's with Sculdun.

- For what? - Apparently, it's a secret.

Cassian?

The team at Sienar confirmed he got away clean.

That's it?

It was a pulse code. Not a conversation.

We should've heard from him by now.

I can't transmit from here, Luthen.

I told you when we landed. That's off the table.

There's already a crowd at the docking platform.

We're naked here. There's nowhere to hide a signal.

Keep listening.

Ugh.

- Let me try the thick one. - You know it's not gonna last.

Well, it'll get them through the harvest.

I can make a new part tonight. Reforge the old pin.

- Thirsty? - What?

- You better pull it together. - Can you just be normal?

She seems awfully determined.

Please.

It's a long walk from the silos.

That's 'cause her mother doesn't like me coming around.

Why?

We're toolies.

There's all kinds of people here.

Yeah, with shares and visas.

Well, they all started somewhere.

It's not that easy.

Doesn't seem to be stopping Talia and Brasso.

Please.

Just give it a rest.

Hello, Beela.

Hi.

You've been out here so long. I brought water.

What a lovely surprise. Wil was just telling me how thirsty he is.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

It's Imperial.

Have you seen 'em before?

Maybe once when I was little.

My father will know.

Well, it's not as cold as it was.

I can't believe you came all the way out.

Yes, you can.

Porko!

Porko!

You can stop right there!

You got 15 blasters pointed at you right now!

Don't tell him that!

He's surrounded!

- He needs to know it. - The number?

- The actual number? - Are you kidding?

- You are talking to the enemy! - I knew you would do this!

I'm not an Imperial pilot!

Yeah, and I'm not gonna put a bolt through you!

Toss the blaster and get on the ground!

No notes.

No records.

None of you were here.

Nobody puts this in their calendar.

All service and transport droids will be data-wiped once we're done.

Your colleagues? Superiors?

If they're not in this room,

they're not cleared for the project.

Colonel Yularen, Governor Tarkin, all senior commanders

will be notified by the Emperor

at the time of his choosing.

Now, the group in this room is, of this moment,

the tightest of closed circles.

Any security violation...

will be brought to the Emperor's personal attention.

Chances are, if you've heard that sound before,

you've been to the Great Valleys of Ghorman.

But it's a sure thing no matter where you are in the galaxy,

you've had your eye on something made of Ghorman twill.

Elegance and durability available in all weights and weaves,

the Ghorman marque of excellence is known everywhere

as the standard of luxury and quality.

But where does this magic begin?

That's the traditional Ghorman Valley Horn

sounding the wake-up call for the creatures who've made this planet

the success it is today.

Time to rise and start spinning.

Meet the Ghorman spider.

The experts have a fancier word. Don't they always?

They call them "Ghorlectipods."

Whatever you call them, there's no denying their dedicated work habits.

Spinning from dawn till dusk,

never stopping to feed or sleep until the Ghorman sun has set.

Forty billion Ghorlectipods housed in webberies across the planet

will spin the fiber from which 60 million bolts of Ghorman twill

will be processed just this season alone.

It's a planetary-wide effort,

with each of Ghorman's nine provinces pulling together

to provide a single processing and delivery system.

All that gorgeous material gathered for display and sale

in the capital city, Palmo.

The perfect setting for buyers and designers from around the galaxy

to tour the showrooms and brokerages

of this peaceful and elegant metropolis.

"Ghorman pride" is a term you'll often hear.

And it will only take you a few hours on the ground

- to understand the source of that term. - Thank you.

Ghorman...

is of great interest to the Empire.

What happened to my ship? It's ruined.

Hold him. Get his feet.

- Where's Porko? - Shut up.

Somebody tell me what's going on here.

Somebody hit him.

- Who are you? - Who is he?

- He's an Impy pilot. - Can I just do this, please?

Then do it.

- Who are... - Let's see. We're waiting.

- Let me know when you're done. - I'm here to meet a friend. Where is he?

- We ask the questions. - Wow.

Big move. Now you can ask him who he is.

Maybe I'll get an answer.

That's a stolen ship.

There was another pilot here, waiting to take it forward.

Stolen for who?

- For the Rebellion. - Whose rebellion?

Where is the pilot I'm supposed to meet?

- Where is he? - Your friend was not friendly.

He took a shot at us. Tried to make a run for it.

Big mistake.

He's lying anyway.

This guy is a test pilot.

I doubt anyone here is unaware of the difficulties we've had

making the Emperor's dream of energy independence a reality.

Now, I hear the rumors. I know the stories.

Delays. Setbacks.

Groveling for Senate funding.

I met with the Emperor yesterday.

And he suggested, I remind you that the Energy Initiative

remains the centerpiece of his agenda.

Access to stable, unlimited power

will transform the galactic economy

and solidify Imperial authority.

And it turns out,

spiders are not the most unique thing in Ghorman.

There's a mineral underground. Doctor?

Deep substrate foliated Kalkite.

Kalkite.

Synthetic Kalkite. Kalkite alternatives.

Kalkite substitutes.

I mean, the amount of time spent pondering this grubby little bit of rock

is sadly astonishing.

Now, we've promised delivery in three years.

That delivery is dependent on some version of Ghorman Kalkite

to coat the reactor lenses.

Now...

should we fail to find any alternatives,

we will have to control Ghorman with a hand firm enough...

...to silence... ...any resistance,

and you've been selected

to help plan for that possibility.

There are lights on but there is no power. I don't understand.

This should not be that difficult.

Where is the power coming from?

Maybe on that side.

- Bardi. - Right.

- Please... - Will you be able to do it?

Nothing's where it's supposed to be.

I wouldn't touch that.

- What is it? - I'm not sure.

What is that?

No clue.

So, how did you get here?

I guess it's my lucky day.

You think this is funny?

Listen. There is no manual. Okay?

Hey, we're trying to focus here.

What do you think? Can you fly it?

I don't know. It's all new.

He can fly it.

We need all the room we can get.

Do the math. We don't all fit.

Is there anything to eat in there?

- No! - No!

The Kalkite extraction. I'm assuming it's an invasive process.

It would present stark challenges to the local population.

Meaning what?

The extent of our withdrawal may render the planet unstable.

It's gouge mining.

There would be stress on the planet's core.

There is a risk of... total collapse.

Nine cities.

Eight-hundred thousand Ghormans.

Well, relocation would be ideal.

But we need to plan for alternatives,

all of which will require preparation.

Ghorman is neither obscure nor without political power.

They will not go quietly.

Which is exactly why you're here.

If Rika says she can fly it, she can.

She's not saying that. I... I don't hear you saying that.

- It's confusing. - He's gotta teach her.

Why would he do that?

If he doesn't, we'll kill him.

- That's your plan? - He's gotta know we mean business.

You'd never make it.

Alone? No. No way.

We're in charge. We call the shots.

But the two of us, we could be out of here by now.

Having Rika kill us

on take-off is not a plan.

She just needs some basics.

He can't teach her if he's dead. Everything with you is negative.

Like killing the only pilot we have?

Well, we gotta have one of 'em.

She just needs a little time.

- How long will it take? - And where do we go?

So, what is it?

- Well, we can't stay here. - Do they really trust you?

Or they just think you're stupid?

You know I don't need an excuse to hit you.

I get it.

Two days, no food.

Makes everyone cranky, right?

How do you know how long we've been here?

Hmm?

You were not here three days ago when I left.

- We still have the same problem. - He's right.

- Who goes and who stays? - We make trips.

- And who goes first? - There it is.

Right there. There's our real problem.

- Me? - The lack of trust.

Your brother dumped us here and ran away, and you wanna talk about trust?

- He went back for survivors. - Nobody believes that.

Rika, Neek, Nazy, Rowd...

- Oh, we know what really happened. - Maya Pei.

You're the Maya Pei Brigade.

What? What did you tell him?

- This is on you. - Crab?

- What's the rub? He can see we're stuck. - I know Maya.

- Maya's dead. - According to you.

- Only he saw her. - I was trying to save her.

We got ambushed. We lost 6 ships, 40 fighters.

- My brother was the only who... - Your brother ran away!

- How do you know Maya? - She was a customer.

We've been supplying you along the way.

Argue all you want, but we're all part of the same rebellion.

Your friend was hostile.

He was on a mission.

We're stealing an Imperial test ship.

For who? Who are you with?

I'm not telling you that.

We told you.

Yeah, well, you should be more careful.

You scobbing jack pad!

- No, no, no! - No. No. No.

- Hey, stop! - Stop it!

Crab, you gotta stop it!

We're not here to... to gloss over any difficulties.

The suppression of Ghorman is not a decision to be taken lightly.

This is not our first meeting on the subject.

Dee Shambo, Nisus Osar

will be our partners from the Ministry of Enlightenment.

- Gentlemen... - Thank you, Director.

Some of what you're thinking about Ghormans at this very moment exists

because we put it there.

Hasn't there always been something slightly arrogant about the Ghor?

Oh, we all feel it. What is that?

Last year, when the shipping lanes had to be shut down,

how hard would it have been to simply allow the Imperial inspections

that most other planets welcome?

And didn't it seem as if the Ghor were doing what they always do?

Putting themselves first.

Did a dedicated Imperial Naval Inspector

really have to die to protect Ghorman pride?

We did that.

We made the story. We shaped it. We blew it up.

We decided when it was over.

With the right ideas planted in the right market,

in the right sequence,

we can now weaponize this galactic opinion.

Now, we love the spiders.

Oh. Oh, it's an image we can build on.

Aggressive, unpleasant, keeping to themselves.

Now, is it just coincidence that the Ghorman personality

seems so in tune with these creatures?

The secrecy, the overcharging, mocking Imperial protocols.

- Laughing at us... - Okay.

Yep. We, uh... We get the idea.

You're wasting daylight.

There must be food and water out there somewhere.

- There's beasts out there. - No talking.

I don't take orders from Bardi.

What kind of beasts?

You'll hear 'em tonight.

- I'm not saying I trust him. - Supposed to be an intake gauge.

- But you'd let him fly us. - If that's the only choice.

Once we're in the air, he's in control.

- Why are there two? - You're not getting anywhere.

You're not letting her concentrate! Rika has to learn how to fly this plane.

Well, she's not...

So, who's really in charge here?

It's harder than it looks.

Are you insane?

Why not have a plague? Or stage some natural disaster?

That'd motivate them to leave the place of their own accord.

We've actually gamed that out.

It gets unpredictable very quickly.

The drilling equipment's being assembled now

and warehoused for transport when needed.

And once that's all ready, how quickly can you mobilize?

- Once we're tucked away... - Mmm.

...the drilling is easy. We can be up and running in a matter of weeks.

It's the administration and security issues that are troubling.

We don't have a large presence on Ghorman at the moment.

He's planned for that.

We're building a new armory in Palmo.

Excuse me?

We're starting tomorrow.

You're awfully quiet, aren't you?

- It's a lot to take in. - Oh!

I heard you learn quickly.

I like to know what I'm talking about.

You're here at my request.

I don't get to Coruscant much these days,

but I do keep my ear to the ground.

Now, some people might not have recovered from an incident like Ferrix.

You're not inspired by the anti-Ghorman whispering campaign?

I'm still forming an opinion.

Piece of advice.

You think you're hard to read? You need to get over that.

Now you have a plan already. You had it before they finished speaking.

I want your assessment.

Propaganda will only get you so far.

You need a radical insurgency you can count on.

Count on for what?

You need Ghorman rebels you can depend on to do the wrong thing...

Director.

I was waiting.

And here I am.

Not for you.

Cassian.

He'll be back soon.

I spoke to Kellen. He said they haven't done this in years.

I've been here for eight. I've never seen it.

What are they doing?

An Imperial Supply Census. It's an audit. A spot check.

They wanna know what they've got, where it's coming from.

- What about who's doing it? - He's asking.

I guess right now, they're focused on Council Five Hundred.

That's what we saw out there today.

If they're checking visas, we have a problem.

- He knows that. - It's gonna be fine.

No one here is about to let anything happen to you.

We'll know more tomorrow.

Nothing from Cassian?

I'll have a listen.

Come here you.

Cassian?

Nothing from Porko?

I've been down there scrubbing frequencies all day.

We know Cassian got off Sienar.

We know Porko was waiting.

What are we looking at?

I'm looking for a drink.

The monitor's on. Hope for the best.

He came last week.

- Jodi. Done. - All right.

Leida won't be easy.

You'd know best.

Is he tough enough?

Not by half. He'll either learn or be led.

Well, I wish him luck.

Well, it's a proud tradition in our family.

Uh, we've all treasured our Naval service.

And where are you stationed?

I've been training on Steergard, but we're all being transferred now.

Really? Where's everyone going?

Mmm.

- Quite the event. - Hmm.

Pace yourself. There's two more days to go.

I always wondered where you came from.

More reason to doubt me, I'm sure.

That's hardly fair.

What are you doing here?

Sculdun's a client. We brought a gift for the betrothed.

I'm working.

Are we pretending we just met?

No, you've been by the shop.

Just two single women surveying the prospects.

You've been avoiding me.

You can't be serious.

- I'm overly sensitive. - Huh.

It's been a rough few days.

Is everything all right?

I've had some business go sour. Things have gone to a head.

I'm sorry.

I'm hoping to stay the weekend, but... we'll see.

Is Marni joining you?

We're living apart at the moment.

I'm surprised you haven't heard.

- I have not. - Hmm.

So much for the gossiping biddies of Chandrila.

It's a recent development.

And it's not what I wanted to talk to you about.

I know you said you got my message.

I was hoping we could discuss the Foundation.

Is there a problem?

Not like that. No.

Oh, Mon. There you are.

- Hello, Tay. Yeah. - Hello.

- They've had their first fight. - Oh, dear.

Hmm. Leida's run off.

- You'll have to excuse me. - Of course.

We'll find time together.

Davo just told me about you and Marni...

Thank you.

Leida...

Oh...

Darling.

What's happened?

He's a child.

Tell me.

What happened?

He won't hold my hand.

I keep trying and he keeps pushing me away.

I'm sorry.

So...

terribly sorry.

It has been two days. He could've been captured.

He could've run away.

What you are talking about is a mutiny.

It's not a mutiny if no one's in charge.

I was always Maya's number two.

- In your dreams! - I was always

- supposed to be in charge. - I ain't never heard that.

- 'Cause you never listen, skug. - I wanna hear it from Maya.

- That might take a while. - She's dead.

- She's not. - You saw nothing.

- You were hiding in the bunker. - That's a lie.

- I saw you. - Yeah, you tell him, Rika.

Step off, Rowd!

Maya comes back and we're not here, there's gonna be noise about it.

- You take it back. - Get stuffed!

- See what you've done? - Your brother stole our ship.

Say it again!

Bad idea, Crab.

Tell him to put it down.

Crab, come on, man.

- He took off... - You're a cheater!

Easy, easy.

Call me a liar.

You're not even good at that.

- Skug! - Why?

- Why'd you do that? - Go. Go, go, go!

Go! Go, go, go!

Drop it, drop it! Drop it!

Stay down!

Run. Run!

All right, get him up! Get him up! Come on, come on!