The Mandalorian

Oh.

Is that me?

There must be some mistake.

- I can get you more credits. - I can bring you in warm...

Or I can bring you in cold.

Yes, yes, yes!

- Very healthy. - What are your plans for it?

This asset was of extreme importance to me.

What did you do to it?

Don't hurt him. It's just a child.

Cara Dune here was a veteran.

She was a drop soldier for the Rebellion.

You're staying here?

Nevarro is a very fine planet.

And now that the scum and villainy have been washed away,

it's very respectable again.

Hang on, kid. It's gonna be a bumpy ride,

but I finally know where I'm taking you.

All right, let's try this again.

Okay, did you... Do you have the wire?

No. Nothing.

Hey...

Oh.

Okay. Did you get the wire out?

The red wire?

Huh?

No, no, no. No, the red one. Show me the red wire.

The red one.

Yes, good.

Now, you're going to plug that red wire where the blue wire goes in the board.

Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board, okay?

But don't let them touch.

You see where you took the blue one off?

Yes, now put the red one...

No, don't put the blue one back. Put the red one where the blue one was.

And put the blue one where the red one was.

But be careful.

They're oppositely charged, so keep them away from each other.

Make sure you hold them apart from...

No, hold them apart.

Oh! Uh-uh...

Oh...

Are you okay?

Well, it was worth a shot.

There's no way we're making it to Corvus in this shape.

I think we need to visit some friends for repairs.

So, how'd you like to go back to Nevarro?

Hey!

Okay. Oh. Oh...

Okay, little guy.

No one's eating you today.

Go on, you're free.

Go on. Git.

Okay, look.

Here you go.

That's all I got.

Now, I need to return all these things to the rightful owners.

Looks like someone could use some repairs.

How's my credit around here?

I think something could be arranged. Isn't that right, Marshal?

I'm sure we can work somethin' out.

I'll get my best people on it.

Hey, fellas!

Let's fix this man's ship! I want it as good as new.

And you, come here, little one!

Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?

Have you been takin' good care o' him?

Yeah? Yeah! He said "yeah!" Oh, yeah.

Yes.

Come on. Yeah.

Yeah, look at you.

Looks like you two have been busy.

I myself have been steeped in clerical work.

Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.

Your ship's not lookin' too good.

I had a run-in with the New Republic.

They should leave the Outer Rim alone.

If the Empire couldn't settle it, what makes them think they can?

Here we are.

I'm surprised to see this place is still standing.

Wait till you see inside.

Who can name one of

the five major trade routes in the galaxy?

Anyone?

How about the Corellian Run?

- The Hydian Way? - Yes, the Hydian Way. That is correct.

- A school? - Things have changed a lot around here.

We'll leave the little one here so we can talk business.

- Wait. Wherever I go, he goes. - Mando, please.

Where we're going, you don't wanna take a child. Trust me.

He'll be fine here. You have my word.

...be transported from the Outer Rim to as far away as the Core Worlds.

However, there are several other regions within our galaxy.

They are the Mid Rim...

- Come on. - ...the Expansion Region, the Inner Rim,

the Colonies, Core, and Deep Core.

All right, class. Settle down.

Back to the lesson, shall we?

The capital of the Old Republic was within the Core

on a planet called Coruscant.

The capital of the New Republic...

...is currently on the planet Chandrila,

which is also within the Core region.

So, back to the start.

The system also contains the Akkadese Maelstrom.

The Maelstrom surrounds Kessel and its three moons.

- As you learned yesterday... - No!

...there are many systems in this galaxy.

How many orbits are in the Kessel system?

Do we at least remember that?

Ooh, I know!

Uh... Two?

Yes, very good.

As the third moon of Kessel rotates the outer planet,

you see the moon here travels in its same orbit.

Now who can track the path of the orbit here?

Do I have any volunteers?

Anyone?

There's no registration on the ship, but I'm pretty sure it belongs...

I believe you two have met.

I'm surprised to see you here.

Right back at ya.

Mythrol here's taken care of my books since he was a pollywog.

But then he disappeared one day after a bit of "creative accounting."

Magistrate Karga was generous enough to let me work off my debt.

Thank you, by the way.

Three hundred and fifty years, but who's counting?

Well, if he runs off on you again, let me know.

Let me assure you, I do not wanna spend any more time in carbonite.

Still can't see outta my left eye.

Can we talk business?

I'm only here for repairs.

Which'll take a while.

Which means you'll have free time on your hands, right?

And we could really use your help.

Help how?

This is Nevarro.

We're here.

This entire area's a green zone. Completely safe.

But over on this side is the problem.

It's an old Imperial base.

It's where all those troops came from when we defeated Moff Gideon.

This base has been here since the Imperial expansion.

It's got a skeleton crew, but for some reason, it hasn't been abandoned.

There's a lot o' heavy weaponry in that place

the black market would love to dismantle and get their hands on.

And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.

Mando, I just want them off my planet.

If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe.

We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector.

And the planet would finally be free.

What are we looking at?

The whole base is powered by a reactor.

We sneak in, overload the reactor, and get the hell outta there.

Let's be fast. And keep the speeder running.

There it is, right there.

You see it?

How close you want me to drop you off?

How 'bout the front door?

It's a little close for a civilian, isn't it?

I got two choices for ya.

You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.

Or?

Or I leave ya out here in the lava flats to walk home

with whatever's left in your humidity vest.

It's not much of a choice, is it?

All right. We can't go any further than this.

Let's go.

Controls are useless. They're melted.

Well, it's probably not rated for lava.

Imperial trash.

All right, I'm headed back.

Hit me up on the comm, we could set up a rendezvous time.

You park your gills right there until I say otherwise.

I'm startin' to dehydrate, boss.

Okay, how does 30 more years off your debt sound?

Can you at least be quick about it?