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Mister!

Hey, you okay? You alive?

Get your hands off my craft! This fighter is property of the Empire.

Guess that's a yes.

Told you to get off this ship.

Not much of a ship anymore.

Besides, I'm just trying to open her up.

Hey, don't say "thank you" or anything.

"Thank you"? Please, I'm an officer of the Imperial Navy.

I didn't need your help.

'Course not. But wait, your sleeve's caught on the flight recorder.

- It is? - Let me just unhook it for you.

- What was that? - So why were you chasing

that cargo ship? Were they smugglers?

That's confidential information.

Whoa there, sir. Bit of metal caught on your posterior.

Wouldn't want an officer of the Imperial Navy to split his pants.

No, I... My pants...

That just wouldn't be dignified.

Hold still now.

I almost got it.

There! Now remember, sir, no thank-yous.

Here, I'll take that. You didn't need my help. And besides,

I didn't come to help.

Just came to score a little tech for the black market, you Loth-rat.

Why you little...

You'll be sorry, or dead. You'll be dead.

That's impossible.

Well, that was fun. Now where...

This helmet is property of Ezra Bridger.

Or it is now, anyway.

Sir! Thank you, sir!