Star Wars Rebels

I don't have a shot!

Chopper, do you have the coordinates?

- What did he say? - He said, "Hello, hyperspace."

That's not what he said.

- Told you we'd get away. - With the shipment.

You said we'd get away with the shipment.

Kanan, we're low on everything.

- Food. - Explosives.

Fuel. We need to make some money,

or we might as well put the Ghost in storage.

There's always Vizago's job.

So we're arms dealers again?

More like arms redistributors.

Come on.

We don't even know what kind of weapons we're talking about here.

Hey, if it puts food on the table

and frees up some time for, I don't know, Jedi training,

then I'm in.

- You game? - Say I am. What then?

I already know the mission. Let's head to the spaceport.

Now boarding Star-Commuter Shuttle ST-45,

bound for Garel.

How rude.

This way, Mr. Wabo.

We have seats in the front.

Where is that translator?

Coming, Minister. Come along, R2.

Final call for Star-Commuter Shuttle ST-45,

bound for Garel.

Sentients, please prepare for takeoff.

Amda Wabo is most honored

you are joining him on Garel, Minister Tua.

And, if I might add a personal note...

Will you cut it out!

You have plenty of room! Stop crowding me.

Kid, how 'bout you get that rust bucket under control?

Mind your own business!

Hey, pilot.

Isn't there some rule against droids in the passenger area?

I am sorry, sir.

Your astromech must proceed to the back of the craft.

Hey, if my astromech's banished,

then those two astromechs are banished too.

Astromech? Me?

I have never been so insulted.

I'll have you know that I am a protocol droid,

fluent in over six million forms...

Pilot, these two droids are with me, and I am on Imperial business.

Sorry, ma'am, but these are Imperial regulations.

But, Minister...

I can't risk an incident spoiling these negotiations.

Go!

This is so humiliating.

Trust an astromech to ruin everything.

Secret mission. What secret mission?

I'm sorry, Mr. Wabo. I... I don't understand you.

Hello. Excuse me.

I couldn't help noticing your predicament.

If it's of any help, my ward here is quite fluent.

I would never presume.

Though it would be good practice

for my level five exams at the Imperial Academy.

No, no. But I couldn't.

You're a level five Academy student?

I was too, once upon a time.

That young creature can't possibly take the place

of a fully programed protocol droid such as I.

The odds of our mission becoming a complete debacle...

Don't you shush me!

It hardly matters to you What they're saying.

Well, thank you.

There. You see, R2?

Here is an astromech who understands etiquette.

You could learn a lot from this old Cl-10P.

Now, please ask Mr. Wabo

where the shipment is being held.

He said Bay 17.

Sentients, we are approaching Garel.

Please prepare for landing.

My dear, you did great service to your Empire today.

Now focus on those level fives.

I will, Minister. It's been such an honor. Thank you.

Take us straight to Bay 17.

Yes, Minister.

Bay 7.

Kanan, I thought you were gonna teach me Jedi stuff.

So far, all I'm doing is thieving, and I already knew how to do that.

Just get to Bay 7, open the door, and we all get paid.

So we steal to stay alive. See? Told you I already knew this.

Okay. I'm in Bay 7.

Well, kid, you pulled it off.

- Was there ever any doubt? - Yes.

Almost there.

Do we know what exactly Vizago has us stealing yet?

They're T-7 ion disruptors. These were banned by the Senate.

You can short-circuit an entire ship with these.

That's not why they were banned.

Get 'em aboard before company comes.

There is nothing here. Where are my disruptors?

Yes, she said disruptors. Now hush.

Apparently, the cargo is in Bay 7,

so Amda Wabo wonders why we are here.

The girl told me 17.

In Aqualish, a translator can easily confuse seven with 17,

if she is an amateur.

Well, there's no time to waste.

Take us to Bay 7.

Well, stall them.

R2-D2, I told you before to watch where you are rolling!

You appear to be malfunctioning again.

Really. R2-D2, apologize.

Wait. This is the 01 droid that caused our translator to...

To Bay 7, double time!

- Hurry! We're running out of... - Time's up!

We're busted.

Hands up.

What are you doing?

There a problem here?

Amda Wabo says those crates contain his disruptors.

Must be some mistake.

Can't possibly be disruptors in there 'cause they're illegal, right?

That's irrelevant. We're going to search your crates.

Be my guest.

Forward!

On second thought...

You want disruptors, you gotta come through me!

Never again! You're trying to shoot me?

Get those crates aboard ship, now!

Right.

Will you please stop talking!

Brigands, R2. We're surrounded by brigands.

The mission is doomed, and so are we.

What? R2! R2! Where do you think you're going?

Following that droid?

Well, he certainly seems to be on a mission,

so you had better accelerate yourself.

Spectre-4, time to go!

Right.

Spectre-1 to Ghost. We're good to go.

Going.

Look. Chopper made friends.

I am C-3PO, and this is my counterpart, R2-D2.

I was translating for Minister Tua