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You have something I want.

I can lead you to one of their kind.

But first, we need your help on our mission.

The Darksaber. Does he have it?

We have exhausted our initial supply of blood.

I highly doubt we'll find a donor with a higher M-count, though.

Go to the planet Tython.

You will find the ancient ruins of a temple

that has a strong connection to the Force.

Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.

If he reaches out through the Force,

there's a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him.

Then again, there aren't many Jedi left.

You may think you have some idea

of what you are in possession of,

but you do not.

It means more to me

than you will ever know.

What's going on? Who are they?

I suggest you shut your mouth, this isn't your laboratory.

They hit us with an ion cannon.

Avionics are down.

Comms are down!

Lower your shields, disengage all transponders,

prepare for boarding.

They're pirates. Shouldn't we fight?

I don't have a death wish, do you?

Before you make a mistake, this is Dr. Pershing.

We've met. Is the kid alive?

Yes. He's on the cruiser.

Stay back, Dropper.

Easy, pal. Okay?

I'm not with him. We can work something out.

Drop your weapon.

No. No, you listen to me.

This is a top-tier target of the New Republic.

This is a clone engineer.

And if they find out that he's dead because of you,

you're gonna wish you never left Alderaan.

I saw the tear.

You wanna know what else I saw?

I saw your planet destroyed.

I was on the Death Star.

Which one?

You think you're funny?

Do you know how many millions were killed on those bases?

Drop your blaster.

As the galaxy cheered?

Last chance.

Destroying your planet was a small price to pay to rid the galaxy of terrorism.

I need your help.

Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters.

Some of us serve a higher purpose.

They took the Child.

Who?

Moff Gideon.

You'll never find him.

We don't need these two.

Let's get outta here.

You are not a Mandalorian.

Never said I was.

I didn't know sidekicks were allowed to talk.

Well, if that isn't the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.

Easy there, little one.

You'll be talking through the window of a bacta tank.

All right, easy. Save it for the Imps.

We have his coordinates.

You can bring me to Moff Gideon?

The Moff has a light cruiser.

It could be helpful in your effort to regain Mandalore.

You gotta be kidding me. Mandalore?

The Empire turned that planet to glass.

You are a disgrace to your armor.

This armor belonged to my father.

Don't you mean your donor?

Careful, princess.

You are a clone.

I've heard your voice thousands of times.

Mine might be the last one you hear.

Enough! Both of you!

If we had shown half that spine to the Empire

we would've never lost our planet.

We will help you.

In exchange, we will keep that ship to retake Mandalore.

If you should manage to finish your quest,

I would have you reconsider joining our efforts.

Mandalorians have been in exile from our home world for far too long.

-Fair enough. -One more thing.

Gideon has a weapon that once belonged to me.

It is an ancient weapon that can cut through anything.

Almost anything.

It cannot cut through pure beskar.

I will kill the Moff and retake what is rightfully mine.

With the Darksaber restored to me,

Mandalore will finally be within reach.

Help me rescue the Child and you can have whatever you want.

He is my only priority.

This is Moff Gideon's Imperial light cruiser.

In the old days, it would carry a crew of several hundred.

Now it operates with a tiny fraction of that.

- Your assessment is misleading. - Great.

An objective opinion.

This isn't subterfuge. I assure you.

Let him speak.

There's a garrison of dark troopers on board.

They abducted the Child.

How many troopers do they have armed in those suits?

These are third-generation design. They are no longer suits.

The human inside was the final weakness to be solved.

They're droids.

Where are they bivouacked?

They're held in cold storage

in this cargo bay.

They draw too much power to be kept at ready.

How long to power up?

A few minutes, perhaps.

Where is the Child being held?

This is the brig.

He's being held here under armed guard.

Very well. We split into two parties.

I go alone.

Fine.

Phase one, Lambda shuttle issues a distress call.

Two, we emergency land at the mouth of the fighter launch tube,

cutting off any potential interceptors.

Koska, Fennec, Dune and myself disembark with maximum initiative.

Once we've neutralized the launch bay, we make our way through these tandem decks

in a penetration maneuver.

- And me? - We'll be misdirection.

Once we draw a crowd, you slip through the shadows, get the kid.

Those dark troopers are gonna be a real skank in the scud pie.

Their bay is on the way to the brig.

Can he make it there before they deploy?

It's possible.

Here. Take his code cylinder and seal off their holding bay.

Anyone else, we can handle.

We'll meet at the bridge.

Moff Gideon is mine.

Got it?

He's ex-ISB. He's got a lot of information.

I need him alive.

I don't care what happens to him as long as he surrenders to me.

Prepare to exit jump space.

Copy that.

Get the hell out of there as soon as they clear us to dock.

And your shots have to look convincing.

Power up those shields, princess. I'll put on a good show.

Watch out for those deck cannons.

Don't worry about me. Just be careful in there.

Exiting hyperspace in three, two, one...

This is Lambda shuttle, Two-Seven-Four-Three.

Requesting emergency docking.

Repeat, requesting emergency docking.

We are under attack.

Copy, Lambda shuttle. Request received.

Launch TIE fighters.

Stay clear of launch tube. Deploying fighter squadron.

Request denied! Please clear launch tube until fighters deploy!

Negative! Negative! We are under attack!

Clear launch tube immediately.

We have incoming at two-eight-four-six.

Hangar control, stand down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hang on!

Look out.

Clear the launch tube!

What are you doing?

Get that thing out of here!

Move in! Blast 'em!

Fire!

Wait, stop!

Activate the dark troopers.

All clear.

A little too clear.

Keep your eyes open.

Freeze! Drop your weapons!

Sector four, hold your position.

We're heading to the bridge now.

Cover me.

We got your back.

There they are!

My gun's jammed!

I got you.

Thanks.

No. No!

Dank farrik!

Son of a mudscuffer!

Are you sure you don't need any help?

I think that did it. Excuse me.

Hostiles! Stop!

Weapons system disarmed.

Where's Gideon?

Drop the blaster.

Slowly.

Now kick it over to me.

Very nice.

Give me the kid.

The kid is just fine where he is.

Mesmerizing, isn't it?

Used to belong to Bo-Katan.

Yes. I know you've been traveling with Bo-Katan.

A friendly piece of advice, assume that I know everything.

Like the fact that your wrist launcher has fired its one and only salvo.

Where is this going?

This is where it's going.

I'm guessing that Bo-Katan and her boarding party

have arrived at the bridge, seeking me or, more accurately, this.

But I'm not there.

And I imagine that they've killed everyone on the bridge,

being the murderous savages that they are.

And now, they're beginning to panic.

You see, she wants this.

Do you know why?

Because it brings power.

Whoever wields this sword...

has the right to lay claim to the Mandalorian throne.

You keep it. I just want the kid.

Very well.

I've already got what I want from him.

His blood.

All I wanted was to study his blood.

This Child is extremely gifted...

and has been blessed with rare properties

that have the potential to bring order back to the galaxy.

I see your bond with him.

Take him,

but you will leave my ship immediately and we will go our separate ways.

You're sparing my life?

Well, this should be interesting.

What happened?

He brought him in alive, that's what happened.

And now the New Republic's gonna have to double the payment.

That's not what she's talking about.

Why don't you kill him now and take it?

It's yours now.

What is?

The Darksaber. It belongs to you.

Now... it belongs to her.

She can't take it.

It must be won in battle.

In order for her to wield the Darksaber again,

she would need to defeat you in combat.

I yield. It's yours.

No.

It doesn't work that way.

The Darksaber doesn't have power.

The story does.

Without that blade,

she's a pretender to the throne.

He's right.

Come on, just take it.

Well, perhaps she'll get another crack at it.

The ray shields have been breached.

We're being boarded.

How many life forms?

None.

You're about to face off with the dark troopers.

You had your hands full with one.

Let's see how you do against a platoon.

They're headed this way.

Don't worry, kid. I'm gonna get you out of here.

Seal the blast doors!

They're here.

You have an impressive fire team protecting you.

But I think we all know, after a valiant stand,

everyone in this room will be dead...

but me...

and the Child.

An X-wing.

One X-wing? Great. We're saved.

Incoming craft, identify yourself.

Why did they stop?

A Jedi?

Drop it!

Open the doors.

I said, open the doors.

Are you crazy?

Are you a Jedi?

I am.

Come, little one.

He doesn't want to go with you.

He wants your permission.

He is strong with the Force,

but talent without training is nothing.

I will give my life to protect the Child...

but he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.

Hey, go on.

That's who you belong with. He's one of your kind.

I'll see you again.

I promise.

All right, pal.

It's time to go.

Don't be afraid.

May the Force be with you.