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[Bix and Cassian argue over dinner about their existence on Coruscant]
I don't wanna lose you again.
That's not up to us anymore. You can't protect me. Doing this... living like this... mission after mission. If it's a war, and you keep saying it is, and I know that you're right, but if it's a war, it's not up to us what we save, what we lose...
I love you.
And I regret every second that we didn't spend together, but I'm trying not to count on anything anymore.
Look at you. Look at all your loveliness. How I have dreamt of this. Is she healthy?
Yes.
Everything's here? All the tools? Full kit?
Eight variations. Six gauges.
[to his group] Think of it, comrades. Fuel on demand. All the rhydo that you can steal. A galaxy of opportunities! Work up a thirst. Find a vein. Take what you want, when you want it. [to Wilmon] Has it been tested?
It works.
Who taught you this?
Why is that important?
Why? [chuckles] What's more dangerous than rhydonium? Not many old pipe-poachers out there. Not many who've lived to tell the tale. Who taught you this?
I'm here to teach the variations. More than that, I'm not allowed to say.
Look at this. A brave one! [crowd laughing]But how brave? Have you ever seen a man die from rhydonium? Maybe you're like me, maybe you, you love...[sniffs] the smell of it. And maybe you breathe just a little too deeply. Burned from the inside. You watch your skin blister as it melts away. Or, you die loud. Cut a line? Drop a wrench? Let it spill? Don't even need a spark, do you, boy? Do you? Boom! Burn from the outside.
[Syril Karn addresses his office staff after the ISB swept the entire place for bugs over his objections]
There was a... listening device... in my office. How long it's been there, or if it's even operational are unknown. You will all now have the pleasure of thorough ISB interview, and there will be new security measures going forward. Because, of course... we're bugging our own office! [kicks stuff on the floor]
[in Ghorman, Cassian - as Varian Skye - is shown his hotel room by bellhop Thela]
Holo-screen, air flow and window blinds, they all work through the single console on the nightstand.
[looks out at Palmo Square] Is that where it happened? The Monument?
It is.
Really? [chuckles] Wow. Right there.
Some people don't think it's a good idea to commemorate a massacre in the center of town.
Is that you? Do I mind?
Yeah.
No.
Doesn't matter to me.
I'm sure you have an opinion.
I needn't be reminded. I was there.
How old were you?
Twelve.
Grand Moff Tarkin, right?
Will there be anything else, sir?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Here, thank you. [gives him change]
We've been asked not to speak of it with guests.
Hmm. [chuckles] I'm just a designer. I'm curious. I've been hearing about Ghorman my whole life.
It was Moff Tarkin. People wouldn't clear and he wanted to land... and more of us kept coming. We thought there was safety in numbers.
Who would land a cruiser on a crowd full of unarmed citizens? Hmm.
I was with my father. He was killed saving me.
Sorry to hear that.
Haven't gone very far, have I? My wife thinks it's insane we stay here. Do let me know if there's anything else you might need.
[comforts him] Hey. Thank you. It's good to meet you.
[Saw Gerrera is standing next to Wilmon Paak, who is setting up the temperamental rhydonium siphoning valves.]
I was younger than you are, now. I was a prisoner. They made a work camp in the jungle. No droids, no beasts, just men and cargo. Onderon jungle. Real jungle. Hot, wet, blistering jungle. Oh, men died fast. Just dropped where they stood. When we came back the next day, there'd be nothing left but a bone or two where they went down. Our clothes just melted away! So they worked us naked. Two, three hundred men. Boys really. Back and forth, until the only thing they could remember was back and forth. Then one day, everyone started to itch. Everyone, all at once, even the guards. You could feel your skin coming alive. It was the Rydo. They had a leak. You could feel it before you could smell it. So they all panicked and ran away, but... it was new to me!
It's done. I'm gonna open the valve now.
[The valve opens, causing rydonium fumes to spew. Saw rushes towards them.]
I have always loved you.
What are you doing!?
There it is.
How can you do that!?
Because I understand it! Because she's my sister, Rydo, and she loves me! That... itch, that burn... You feel how badly she wants to explode? Remember this, remember this moment! This perfect night. You think I'm crazy? Yes, I am. Revolution is not for the sane. Look at us. Unloved, hunted, cannon fodder, we'll all be dead before the Republic is back, and yet... here we are. Where are you, boy? You're here! You're not with Luthen, you're here! You're right here, and you're ready to fight!
[Wilmon takes off his protective mask and begins to cough and sputter as he inhales the rydonium fumes]
We're the Rydo, kid! We're the fuel, we're the thing that explodes when there's too much friction in the air! Let it in, boy! That's freedom calling! Let it in. Let it run! Let it run wild!
[Cassian and Luthen talk about the Ghorman Front rebels planning to hijack an Imperial weapons convoyn]
They're finally wanting to do something and you tell them to be careful.
It doesn't matter to you, does it?
It doesn't matter? Ghorman in play? A new frontline against the Empire? The chance for that? That's a triumph. You're thinking small. You're thinking like a thief.
I'm thinking like a soldier!
Think like a leader. Think about a planet like Ghorman in rebellion. A planet of wealth and status.
And if it goes up in flames?
It will burn, very brightly.
[Cassian is angry at Luthen for visiting Bix while he was on Ghorman]
What's most important is The Cause! [mocks Cassian's own words in quotes] "Kill me or take me in." You're in! "Oh, but Ghorman looks too painful. Bix is too vulnerable."
I give you everything.
This is everything? This fury? This lack of control? Violating every protocol we live by? Soft on Ghorman but willing to protect Bix at any cost.
We... We are not droids, Luthen.
We are not who we were when we started. Bix has to pull it together, or you will have to decide at what point it becomes too large a problem.
[as the Ghorman Front rebels escape with the weapons they need, Vel notices Samm sulking over accidentally killing Cinta]
Are you crying? Are you? Look at me. Look at me! There's no place to hide. Look at me. [inhales sharply] I'm not going to say "remember this," because I don't have to. This is on you now. This is like skin. You're taking her with you wherever you go for the rest of your useless life. [Samm tries not to look at her] Don't you look away from me.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
She was a warrior. She was everything that you have daydreamed about. She was a blooded, fearless warrior whose loss will be mourned in ways that you will never understand. She was a miracle. [scorns Samm as he keeps crying] And you... To die like this because of you... Some whining, simpering, foolish child. Don't you dare cry. You'll make up for this forever.
[At a private showing of Davo Sculdun's artifacts collection]
We studied the Battle of Carmeen at the ISB Academy.
Well, it wasn't much of a battle, was it?
Uh, no. How right you are. Insurgencies have a long history of puffing up their failures.
We were taught it was a systematic execution.
Well, that is exactly my point: criminals love to lie. After all, who wants to die for... lawless ineptitude?
You seem fixated on defining people by their resistance to power.
Words do still have meaning. As I'm sure we can still agree on that.
What's the word for the people like the Carmeen who simply wish to be left alone?
"Vulnerable"?
What's the word for people who skin trespassers alive?
Is that what they did?
It was a very long time ago.
When they had their own code of conduct.
Ah. "My Rebel is your terrorist", something like that? What a swell party this is...
[Kleya Marki and Luthen Rael leave the Senate Investiture party after the private showing of Davo Sculdun's artifacts]
What fun.
[gives bug she safely extracted from the Tinian Codex] You're welcome.
My face hurts from smiling.
Complain all you like, it worked.
We should have killed Krennic while we were up there. [they chuckle]
That's the spirit.
[Dedra Meero talks to Major Partagaz over a secure videolink]
Sorry to keep you waiting. The Emperor has taken a great interest in the situation. Director Krennic's still with him now, but they wanted me to pass along the affirmative message to you immediately. We are moving forward with the original plan. There is, apparently, no suitable replacement or synthetic alternative for the Ghorman substrate material.
I see.
It's not for lack of effort. Krennic's had the lab in Eadu working overtime all year. I don't know the science, but... it's bad luck Ghorman. We need what's in the ground, and when we're done, there won't be much left to call "home."
When?
The fleet will be fully positioned in 48 hours. They're fiddling with the calendar, but to commence a full-enforced resettlement that fits Krennic's schedule, we'll need a Declaration of Martial Domain as soon as possible. Captain Kaido is arriving today.
He's here. He's outside my office. Who is he?
He is a crisis specialist. He'll be bringing a variety of personnel to help manage the situation.
We have plenty of security. What I need now is some clarity on how exactly -
Dedra. Calmly. Let the image of professional ascendance settle your nerves. A successful conclusion to this problem will reinforce the ISB's position at the Emperor's side. You've done excellent work bringing this forward. Everyone that matters knows how well you've played this. Captain Kaido knows the objective. He will answer to you operationally. The tactical details, however, will be at his discretion.
You're aware, sir, that the insurgents have weapons at this point.
[short pause] We're counting on it.
[at the Rebels' Massassi Ruins base on Yavin IV, Vel Sartha talks to Bix over Cassian and Wilmon suddenly leaving in a U-Wing]
They sent me to talk to you. Draven. Dodonna. They need him, Bix. They're on the verge of promoting him, and then he goes and does something like this morning. I know you. I know how deeply you believe in what we're doing. We're not Luthen's puppets anymore. We're not a bunch of maniacs running around Aldhani. We're building a real army. Cassian is a leader now. We've all given so much. A little discipline doesn't seem too much to ask.
He'll be there when you need him.
I'll pass that along.
[as the Palmo Square protest heats up, Cassian - as Varian Skye - talks to Thela before heading out]
I'm not sure I'll be back.
Not to worry. You were never here. Didn't log you in.
Hey, I hope things work out for you.
Rebellions are built on hope.
[Syril confronts Dedra in the Imperial command center about what Carro Rylanz called him out on during the march to Palmo Square]
What are we doing here?
Following orders.
How long have you known about all this? [shouting] How long?!
[shaken] We can discuss this later.
It's too late already. [grabs Meero by the shoulders]
Syril, please.
You're gonna tell me what this has really been about.
[pleading] You're hurting me.
And you are going to tell me what the mining ships are doing here.
They're not...
There is an armada up there! They're already unloading in Jel-Novi and Leequa. You couldn't even wait.
No- [Syril seizes her by the throat]
[seething as he chokes Meero] Don't. You tell me this is a rumor and I will throw you out that window. What have we been doing here?
[gasping] There's a stone. Something in the dirt here. They need it. It's the energy program. It's directly from the Emperor. It's something they can't do without. They need the planet. [Syril releases her and she gasps for breath]
[disgusted] How long have you known this?
We're going home, Syril. We're going home as heroes. This began long before we got here. They've been planning it for years. They're doing this no matter what. We wanted to be together. [venomously] You didn't seem to mind the promotions!
[coldly] Good luck, Dedra. [storms out]
[in the aftermath of the chaos at Palmo Square, Dreena goes on the radio]
Palmo One. This is Palmo One. This is the voice of Ghorman. This is Palmo One making an emergency broadcast on all open channels. This is Palmo One! This is Palmo One. We are under siege. We're being slaughtered. The Imperial murder of Ghorman has begun. There are hundreds of bodies this moment. As I say these words, hundreds of murdered Ghormans lay dead in Palmo Plaza. Thousands more on the streets. More every minute. We're being destroyed! This is Ghorman reaching for any open channel that can hear me! If you can... If you can hear me... If you believe in truth, if you have any faith left in truth, please, please mark this message and pass it forward. This is murder! The Empire built this fire. They made this fire and led us to the slaughter. Now they expect us to die without knowing why. The conspiracy we've feared is real! It's here today! Imperial ships are already landing across... Help us! Is there no one who can help us? Is there no one?
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