By Rex's best estimate and grasp of the port facility, they have about four minutes before Imperial troops respond to the ruckus. Maybe a little more, if whatever group the red armbands belong to has paid off the local garrison.
Across the way, the Rebel cell members have successfully loaded the crates of arms into their own vessel. One whips around to look back at Rex, just as Etain throws her shoulder in beside his. They take half a step forward.
"Go!" he barks out in his most commanding voice. "Clear out!"
Stronger being than that one have scrambled to obey that voice in the past. Rex dismisses them from his mind and puts his whole attention toward shifting the crate. Between the two of them, it slides steadily back towards and then up the ramp into their ship.
"We'd better prep to jump into whatever lane's nearest," he notes. "How are you at astronav calculations?
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Across the way, the Rebel cell members have successfully loaded the crates of arms into their own vessel. One whips around to look back at Rex, just as Etain throws her shoulder in beside his. They take half a step forward.
"Go!" he barks out in his most commanding voice. "Clear out!"
Stronger being than that one have scrambled to obey that voice in the past. Rex dismisses them from his mind and puts his whole attention toward shifting the crate. Between the two of them, it slides steadily back towards and then up the ramp into their ship.
"We'd better prep to jump into whatever lane's nearest," he notes. "How are you at astronav calculations?