The first 183 lines.
The new, superior Death Star!
Soon it will be complete.
With its destructive power at our command,
we shall crush the Rebels once and for all!
- Meh. - Meh?
Meh! Don't get me wrong, Lord Vader.
I'm all for ruling the galaxy. That's my thing!
But you remember what happened to the first Death Star?
Yes, I was... there.
Oh, right. You were.
Let's go to the replay!
Is this really necessary?
I have you now.
- What? - Ya-hoo!
You're all clear, kid! Now let's blow this thing and go home!
"I have you now!"
Ah, gets me every time.
Nobody could have anticipated that!
Perhaps you can see why I might want a plan B, Vader.
Dooku always had a plan B.
How's that? Nothing. Continue.
Impress me! He's not going to impress me.
Master, we recently uncovered something of interest in the Jedi archives...
The Kyber Saber.
Ooh! Emperor likey.
What's it do? Don't care. I want it.
Gimme, gimme, gimme! One small problem.
Oh, here it comes.
We don't exactly know where it is.
Ugh! But our forces are scouring the galaxy.
The Kyber Saber will be found.
It better be, Lord Vader.
And soon.
Lock S-foils in attack position.
Focus all fire on that Imperial Assault Carrier!
I've got one on my tail! I can't shake him.
One less Rebel.
Oh. Thanks, Wedge!
Aaah!
Whoo-hoo! Sweet, sweet salvage!
What do we got? Some energy collection coils, ion jets.
- Ready with the scoop. - And ready on the cannon!
No, Rowan. No cannon!
Let them shoot at each other. We don't want them shooting at us.
Aw.
I still think this is a bad idea, Kordi.
Salvaging in the middle of a battle?
It's a great idea, Zander.
A battle is the best place to find fresh parts.
And we need parts if we're gonna pay Furlac.
Ooh! S-foils!
Besides, those fighters are too busy blowing each other up
to notice little ol' us anyway.
The Imperial defenses are too tight! Retreat!
The Rebels are breaking off the attack. Stay in pursuit.
Aw, missed the power converters! Blast!
- "Blast"? - Rowan, no!
Oops. Think they'll notice?
Great shot! Who did that?
Not me, boss. Me neither.
- Then who was it? - Over there!
They're noticing. Time to go!
Sorry about that, guys. Hey, forget it, Rowan.
Salvaging in the middle of a battle was a bad idea anyway.
Uh, I said that. Did you?
Ah, the Wheel.
Home, sweet home.
- Hold on. - A block droid?
Furlac, that scum weasel!
Hello, Freemakers!
Hello, Furlac.
I warned you... Pay your rent, or I'll lock you out.
We just picked up some top-class salvage, Furlac.
But we can't sell it without a shop.
Oh, Kordi, you know my character flaw...
I'm too generous.
Fine. I give you one extra day to pay me
before I throw you all out the airlock.
Okay, but how are we gonna make the rent in one day?
We've got no ships to repair and no ships ready to sell.
So we'll make a ship.
Got an X-wing turbo impeller.
Here's a TIE power coupling.
Here's a helmet.
Ah.
Rebel scum!
Aaah! Imperial swine!
Hey. Hey! No fighting in our shop!
But we're fighter pilots!
You know what? Take your galactic conflict outside.
Stop it. You knock it off.
Guys, I'm feeling some inspiration.
Stand back.
Let me make sure your inspiration can actually fly.
- Can I help? -Ah, Rowan, building requires focus.
And I mean, you're many things...
A handsome kid, a decent singer and an excellent little brother!
But you're definitely not focused.
Oh. Sorry. I'm not what?
- Oops. - Oops. Again.
What else have we got to sell? Isn't that Ugly almost finished?
Do not call my creations, my life's work, my children "Uglies"!
They are Z-wings.
Shh. She didn't mean it, baby.
And yes, all she needs is a thrust vector magnet.
We get one of those, she'll fly.
Weren't those mostly a Clone Wars thing? Yep.
Roger! - What?
I'm baking sweet-sand cookies.
Where was the worst battle you ever saw in the Clone Wars?
Oh, Nal Kapok. No question.
That's great! We'll find the part we need there.
Wait. What? My cookies!
I'm sure they're delicious, but we've got to go.
- We'll be back soon. - Go nowhere, touch nothing.
Talk to no one with eight or more eyes.
- But I wanted to go exploring. - You can!
From inside the StarScavenger.
Look, as your big sister, I just have to keep you safe, okay?
And besides, you're way over your "oops" limit for the day.
- There's a limit? -Roger, don't let him out of your sight.
Roger, roger.
They treat me like a kid.
Imagine how I feel...
Decorated veteran of the Clone Wars demoted to babysitter.
Okay, I wasn't decorated. But still.
There's somebody out there.
- Stormtroopers? - Those guys could be trouble.
We should probably warn your siblings. Right, Rowan?
Rowan? Hey! I'm supposed to watch you!
Fine. Watch me run.
Zander. Kordi.
Oh. Where are you guys?
Find anything?
Bugs. Bugs.
Some trees. Bugs.
Ugh, the boss won't be happy.
Where'd they go?
Slow down. My circuits are overheating.
- Do you hear that? - Hear what?
The sound of bad decisions being made?
Yeah, it's very loud.
It's not a... sound.
More of a... pull.
Uh, the ship's back that way.
Whoa!
It's calling me. What is?
I'm not hearing anything.
And not to brag, but I've got excellent audio sensors.
Waah!
New coat of paint, and I'll be fine.
Thanks for your concern. Rowan?
You're behaving very strangely, even for you.
Waah!
I have a bad feeling about this.
Whoa!
What is this thing?
No idea. Whoa.
But we should put it back and run to the ship before something really bad...
Yeah, okay, not even gonna finish that thought.
Aaah! Dianoga!
Good news. My programming doesn't allow for "I told you so's"!
Lucky me.
Whoa. Whoa!
Whoa.
- Stop! - No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Hah! Yes! That...
Didn't work at all.
Whoa!
- Are you okay, young one? - Whoa!
Is that a... laser sword? I've never seen one! Can I hold it?
- I'd like to hold it. When can I hold it? - It's called a lightsaber.
And maybe after I know your name.
Oh, hi. Sorry. I'm Rowan Freemaker.
And this is Roger. My name is Naare.
Quick question... Are you a Jedi?
- One of the few left. - Thought so.
Jedi!
Jedi and battle droids weren't exactly friends during the Clone Wars.
No, we were not.
What's a... Jedi?
Many years ago, the Jedi were the galaxy's guardians of peace and...
Can I hold your lightsaber now?
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