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[alarm blaring]

I could use some help up here!

Our comms are down. I can't contact Hunter.

That's not the priority. The ship sustained heavy damage.

I can see that.

[Batcher growls]

[growls]

Get the stabilizers online!

That's what I'm trying to do.

[electricity crackles]

We have to land.

A little hard to do when nothing's working.

[electricity crackles]

[shuttle crashes]

[wind whistling]

[electricity crackles]

[sighs]

[Batcher fussing]

- [electricity crackles] - [controls beeping]

- [alarm beeping] - [electricity crackles]

[shuttle powers down]

This will take forever to repair.

No. There's no time for that.

[Batcher whines, growls]

We need to get the nav reader online to extract the coordinates to Tantiss

for when we go back.

We're not going back.

We left the other prisoners behind.

And the Empire is going to be searching for this ship and us.

We have to move.

I scanned a spaceport a few clicks east. We'll start there.

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

[beeps]

Omega managed to escape this facility and flee the planet.

Along with CT-9904.

That is most surprising.

Is it?

I never understood your attachment to the young clone,

but now it's clear why you kept her so close.

Suspicious that all the samples you've taken from Omega never yielded results,

yet one tested by Emerie indicated a positive M-count transfer.

False positives are to be expected.

That result is nothing but an aberration, like the clone herself.

We shall see.

Once Omega's brought back, the test's validity will be confirmed.

Your future, however, is less certain.

[beeps]

[Batcher sniffing]

[barks]

[Batcher whines]

[radio chatter]

Empire couldn't have followed us here that quickly.

- [Batcher whines] - They didn't.

That's a standard patrol presence.

Okay.

So, let's find a way to send a message to Hunter and Wrecker.

We can't.

They monitor long-range comms. It'll give us away.

We'll have to figure out something else.

Wait.

We can't walk around like this.

We'll draw too much attention.

You're the one who wanted to bring the hound.

[Batcher whines]

[scoffs] Don't listen to him. Come on.

[droid beeping]

[radio chatter]

[wind whistling]

See? Isn't this better?

No.

[Omega sighs]

[shuttle approaching]

New plan.

Let's get to the spaceport.

We can sneak onto one of those shuttles.

[Batcher growls]

[birds chirping]

[stormtroopers chattering]

[radio chatter]

It's too well-guarded.

We'll never slip past all those troopers undetected.

I can take out at least half before they know what's happening.

Or...

Or we could try a way that doesn't involve blaster fire.

[Crosshair] Like what?

Watch and learn.

[sighs] I can hardly wait.

Hello.

We'd like two tickets on the next shuttle, please.

Chain codes?

About that. We lost our chain codes.

No chain codes, no passage.

[Omega] Right.

But you see,

a problem for us could be an opportunity for you

if, say, you knew of an alternate way

of booking passage without a chain code?

Are you insinuating that I should take a bribe?

If that's what you want to call it.

I do.

And that could be arranged...

for 15,000 credits.

For two tickets?

Per ticket. And it's nonnegotiable.

You're lucky I'm not charging extra for the creature.

Where do you expect us to get 30,000 credits?

Sounds like a you problem.

Don't come back without the credits.

[Crosshair] Well, that went well.

Stow it.

- [people chattering] - Cachu-Cachu! Half price!

[sighs]

Storming the spaceport would be easier than finding 30,000 credits.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

[Crosshair] Don't be naive.

Every second we're here, we're at risk.

- Then quit wasting time complaining. - [door opens]

[Batcher growls]

I think I know how we can make some fast credits.

Of course you do.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[patron speaks alien language]

That's your plan? You want to hustle someone?

I've done it before,

and I prefer to think of it as a temporary requisition of funds.

And bet with what? We don't have anything.

- [people chattering] - They don't know that.

- [alien laughs] I'll take those credits. - [groans]

And if you lose?

Well... [sighs] ...I guess we'll be in more trouble.

[sighs]

All right, all right. Who's next?

I'll give it a try.

[laughs] This shouldn't take long.

[people chattering]

I'm getting crushed here.

How 'bout one more game?

My luck has to run out eventually.

Eh, that's true.

But I get to deal this time.

[clears throat]

[people chattering]

[bartender] Your usual, Captain?

- [alien groans] - Business looks good today.

A newcomer has pulled in quite the crowd.

[slurps, swallows]

Then business should be good for me today.

[bartender] Affirmative.

[alien groans] Not again!

[stammers] Okay, okay. One more game.

I think I'll quit while I'm ahead.

Leaving so soon?

You're in my seat.

[alien groans]

So, you think you're good at this game?

Want to try against a, uh, real opponent?

I insist.

[stormtrooper 1] That shuttle looks like one of ours.

[stormtrooper 2] Yeah, we better check it out.

[people chattering]

[Batcher growling]

Your mutt don't seem to like me.

She's harmless.

She's a distraction. Get rid of her.

- [Batcher whines] - [Crosshair clicks tongue]

Never seen you or your dad around before.

We're just passing through.

[people cheering, chattering]

Looks like the captain is heading towards a victory.

Eh, I'll admit, you're not bad.

But you seem to have misunderstood your enemy.

Did I?

[people cheering, clamoring]

The three Eastern Stars. That is game over.

I'll take those 20,000 credits.

I concede. You beat me fair and square.

Nicely played.

Thanks.

Sir. Patrol found a crashed Imperial vessel on the outskirts of town.

I wasn't notified about any shuttles arriving today.

Now, hang on a minute.

[chuckles]

We're not done here.

[chuckles]

You haven't paid your fine.

What fine?

Gambling's illegal in these parts.

What?

The law is the law.

Now, all you gotta do is pay the fine. And I'll be on my way.

How much?

Ten thousand credits.

[people chattering]

Unless you prefer to be arrested instead.

Excellent.

Consider your fine paid in full.

Try and stay out of trouble.

[sighs] Let's get out of here.

How many credits do we have left?

Thirty-five thousand.

Enough for two tickets on the shuttle and a little extra.

[door closes]

[people chattering]

Crosshair, where's Batcher?

Oy. You looking for that hound?

You know where she went?

Sure do, but the answer's gonna cost you.

Ten thousand credits.

[sighs] I'm getting tired of this.

Okay, okay.

Five, but that's my final offer.

That Imperial officer and his troopers snatched the creature

and headed for the cargo docks. Down that way.

Nice doing business with ya.

Omega.

You heard him. Batcher's this way.

And the spaceport is that way.

Forget the hound. We have to get off this planet.

We never would've escaped without Batcher.

I'm not leaving her.

You're making a mistake.

I'm not abandoning her!

Take the credits.

If you wanna go, then go.

I'll find my own way.

[metal creaking, clattering]

[whirring]

[electricity crackles]

[electricity crackles]

Fine.

We'll do this your way.

But my skills are being wasted.

Noted.

[creature chittering]

[Batcher whining]

There's Batcher.

[Batcher whines, growls]

[controls beep]

[creature growls]

[container creaks, thuds]

Shouldn't we free the other animals too?

Don't push it.

[captain] I thought you'd come searching for your mutt.

Yeah, unfortunately for you, Lau has a very strict pet policy.

[Batcher growls]

No license means a hefty fine.

How much this time?

How 'bout you give me all my money back?

[scoffs] Credits won't do you any good when Hemlock shows up.

Did you think I wouldn't piece it together when I found that crashed shuttle?

Nothing gets by me.

I run this town.

So, hand over the credits and surrender.

[sighs] All right.

Let's try things your way.

Finally.

[console beeps]

[growls]

[creatures chittering, growling]

[screams]

Send reinforcements to the cargo dock!

[creature trumpets]

[grunts]

[Batcher whines]

I'll handle this. Take Batcher, and power up the ship.

[creatures chittering]

[engines powering up]

They're stealing the cargo ship!

[door creaks]

[creature growling]

[yelps]

[captain screaming]

- Let's-- - [Omega] Get out of here?

Yeah. I'm on it.

I hope your takeoffs are better than your landings.

We're about to find out.

[stormtrooper shrieks]

Sir, we have confirmation.

The girl and CT-9904 were in the spaceport.

Were?

They escaped aboard a cargo freighter.

Track the ship, and notify all our operatives.

I want her found.

The Empire will be able to track this vessel.

We need to ditch it.

We will.

I'm heading to a remote location,

and I sent a coded transmission for Hunter and Wrecker to meet us there.

[Batcher whining]

Omega.

It's-- It's been months.

- You don't know if they're still aliv-- - They'll be there.

[wind whistling]

[door whirring]

Now, there's a sight!

[gasps] Wrecker!

Ha!

[laughs]

I wasn't even sure your message was real.

[laughs, sighs]

Wrecker.

I knew you'd show up.

We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you.

Five.

But you're the one who found us.

We missed you, kid.

We never stopped searching.

[sniffles]

But how did you escape?

I had help.

[footsteps approaching]