(TIES HOWLING)
(RADAR TRILLING)
Sir, we're detecting several craft coming out of hyperspace.
All right, let's make this count.
Lothal's depending on us.
(OVER COMM) Remember, the Imperial fuel depot is our primary target.
Presuming we get past this blockade.
They might have numbers, but we've got skill.
MART: That last part goes double for me.
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
Yes, Chopper, triple for you.
Lock S-foils in att*ck position.
Fighter group, stay with your wingmen and punch a hole in their defenses.
We have to get the Y-wings through.
So the rebels have come at last.
Twenty-four ships, Grand Admiral.
Mixed group of fighters and bombers.
Their target will be our factory and the fuel depot in the Capital.
Alert all commands, deploy the fleet in defensive formation and launch fighters.
Commander, the rebels must not reach the planet's surface.
I'll make sure of it, sir.
(TIES HOWLING)
Here we go. att*ck speed!
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(LASERS f*ring)
(EMERGENCY SIREN WAILING)
You sure these expl*sives are strong enough?
SABINE: Yeah, they'll do the trick. Why?
It's just that these g*n towers look a lot bigger up close.
(DETONATORS BEEPING)
-(COMLINK BEEPS) -Ryder, what's your status?
RYDER: We're setting our last charges now.
Meet you at the rendezvous.
Copy. We have one more tower to go.
SABINE: Hera will be here any minute.
Phoenix Two, you've got the wingman.
Already on it, General.
(ENGINES WHINING)
Nice sh*t. Phoenix Four and Five, thin out those TIES at point three.
Copy, Phoenix Leader. Try to keep up, Duke.
I'm right behind you!
Good sh*t!
SKERRIS: Stay on my wing.
Watch out! We've picked up three more.
-(RUMBLES) -(GRUNTING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Control systems failing...
Cleat! Scissor right. I'll cut them off!
(TRILLING)
(YELLS)
SKERRIS: Syndulla.
-You good? -ZEB: Last one.
All right, hop on.
That's not how this works.
-Hey! -"Hop on."
(DETONATOR BEEPS)
My air defenses have been compromised.
I am aware.
An impressive level of coordination, though not unexpected.
The factory is vulnerable.
Oh, on the contrary, Governor, it's quite safe.
I won't allow a single rebel ship through my blockade.
Still no good, he's too fast.
Hang on, Chop! I've got an idea.
SKERRIS: Where are you going?
X-wing on att*ck vector.
Skerris, break off your pursuit.
SKERRIS: Negative, command, I almost have her.
How unfortunate.
Open fire.
But, sir, Commander Skerris...
Is playing into Syndulla's hands.
Now open fire.
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(CRACKLING)
(ALARMS BEEPING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
He has no shields, we have no shields.
Tighten your bolts. Here we go.
(ALARM WAILING)
(GROANS)
(m*ssile WHINING)
She got him!
(ENGINE WHOOSHING)
-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -They hit the magazine!
(ALARM BLARING)
(CHEERING)
We've got our opening. This is it.
All wings, form up and head for the target!
The rebel forces have broken through our perimeter.
Hmm. Regrettable, but a testament to Captain Syndulla's skill as a combat pilot.
Contact the second wave and order them to intercept.
-(RADAR TRILLS RAPIDLY) -Phoenix Leader, I'm picking up enemy fighters at point three.
We should be seeing them any minute now.
SABINE: There, look! Here they come!
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
What are those?
Is that...
The entire att*ck force.
Grand Admiral, the entire rebel strike force was destroyed.
However, reports indicate that a few ships managed to crash-land in or near Capital City, including the one flown by the flight leader.
And the Imperial factory?
-Undamaged, sir. -Ah.
Rukh. Rebel pilots may have survived the att*ck.
Capture them alive, if possible.
Captain Syndulla in particular.
It will be done, Grand Admiral.
SABINE: We've got gunships, incoming!
Hera! Hera, do you read me? Hera!
We have to go before they spot us.
Kanan, let's go.
We will find her, Kanan.
I promise.
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING FRUSTRATEDLY)
-(CLANKING) -(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
-(CHOPPER GRUNTING) -(HERA GROANS)
Chopper...
The Empire's coming. You have to go, now!
Cut through the market toward the East Gate.
Hurry!
Thank you.
(DISTANT ENGINE WHIRRING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
Try to contact Kanan and Ezra.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
Sorry, buddy.
We'll get your transmitter fixed, as soon as we get outta here.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
I'm going back.
I have to do this.
I understand.
We'll see you back at base.
SABINE: Ezra, we should...
If anyone can save Hera, he can.
Let's go.
(KEYPAD BEEPING FAINTLY)
(WHIMPERING)
(GROWLS SOFTLY)
Well done, assassin.
Take him away for interrogation.
Governor Pryce, we found the flight leader's ship in the Eastern district, but there's no sign of the pilot or astromech.
Ah, Hera Syndulla.
Lock down the entire district and tear it apart, building by building, until you find her.
Yes, Governor.
If we move fast, we can get through that barricade before reinforcements arrive.
Ready?
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(DISTANT ELECTRICAL CHIRPING)
That's a distress call.
Sounds like one of ours.
It's close. Come on.
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(DROID GRUNTING IN DISTANCE)
STORMTROOPER 1: Capture the droid. We need its memory bank.
Just immobilize it.
MART: No!
(POWERING DOWN)
Stay here.
(BEEPS)
(GROANS)
(BEEPS)
STORMTROOPER 1: Hey, what's he doing? Hey!
STORMTROOPER 2: Drop it!
Mart, are you okay?
I think so, General.
I'm in one piece, anyway.
Don't move! (GROANS)
-(CHOPPER GRUNTING) -Thanks, Chop.
I'm sorry about your astromech.
But if we're gonna get through this, I need that droid's transmitter so that Chopper can send a signal to get us help.
That's okay, R3 would want to help us.
(SNIFFING)
(GROWLS)
There. How's that?
(TRANSMITTER CHIRPING, BEEPS)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
The Empire must be jamming all frequencies.
Well, we'll try again once we get out of the city.
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
This way. Let's go.
(BLASTER FIRES)
(GRUNTS)
(GROWLS)
Mart, Chopper... Go!
Where are we going?
Chop, scan for the nearest sewer hatch.
We've got to find cover.
(TRANSMITTER CHIRPING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(HERA GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
-(CHOPPER GRUNTING) -(CRACKLING)
Let's go, General.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GROANING)
Where are you?
I don't have time for this!
If you want to help, fine.
Otherwise, stay out of my way.
(GROWLS SOFTLY)
What do you want?
Dume.
I understand.
What must I do?
Chopper, where's that hatch?
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
Don't tell me. That's the hatch.
Got any other options?
There's no time for anything else. They're closing in.
We're going to have to get that thing to move.
You're good at distractions.
-I am? -You are now.
MART: Hey, I heard you guys are looking for rebel pilots.
Looks like you found one.
Don't move!
This is LS-757.
We've spotted a rebel in sector 5-1-5.
Get that hatch open, Chop!
-(KEYPAD BEEPING) -(SPEEDER POWERING UP)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(AT-DP CREAKING)
Go, go! I'll catch up!
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
Hera, behind you!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Go! That's an order!
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
I said go, Chop!
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
Governor Pryce, I've so wanted to meet you.
Such a small victory.
I hope this hatch isn't locked.
Come on. Let's get you out of here.
Kanan.
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
I know she did, Chop. I know.
Kanan, I'm so sorry.
It's all right, Mart.
There's nothing you could have done.
But there is something I can do.
-(WIND HOWLING) -(GROWLS SOFTLY)
(GROWLS SOFTLY)