Pamela Mercy
Oh, I told you it was dangerous here. Shall we try and go around? It’ll take time. This whole party’ll be for nothing if they see us. Chewie and I will take care of this. You stay here. Quietly, there might be more of them out there. Hey… it’s me. Go for help! Go! Great. Come on. Over there! Two more of them! I see them. Wait, Leia! Quick! Jam their comlink. Center switch! Hey, wait! Ahhh! Move closer! Get alongside that one! Get him! Keep on that one! I’ll take these two!
Good luck. You’re gonna need it. General Madine. We have stolen a small Imperial shuttle. Disguised as a cargo ship, and using a secret Imperial code, a strike team will land on the moon and deactivate the shield generator. Sounds dangerous. I wonder who they found to pull that off. General Solo, is your strike team assembled? Uh, my team’s ready. I don’t have a command crew for the shuttle. Rawwwrr! Well, it’s gonna be rough, pal. I didn’t want to speak for you. That’s one. Uh, General… count me in. I’m with you, too! What is it? Ask me again sometime. Luke. Hi, Han… Chewie. Exciting is hardly the word I would use.