Trouble on Tibalt

[dramatic music] The new, superior Death Star! With its destructive power - at our command, we shall - I know. I know. Crush the Rebels once and for all, turn Luke Skywalker to the dark side, and rule evilly ever after. - Um yes. - Not good enough! I still want my Kyber Saber! I want Reginald Freemaker! - That's Rowan Freemaker. - Whatever! Master, we've searched every system, but we've found no trace of the Freemaker child. So what do you think happened, hmm, Lord Vader? Do you think Freemaker simply vanished into thin air? - No. - Do you think he's a shapeshifter - and changed into someone else? - No. Or do you think my entire Empire is manned by incompetent brickheads?! - Well, I wouldn't say the entire - Lucky for you, Vader, I've been working on a secret project that will solve our dilemma. Secret project? That I don't know about? I wasn't aware we were keeping secrets from each other. We aren't. [whirring] I am. [all yelling] [steam hissing] [screaming] [ominous music] Meet my own creation, M-OC. Once I set M-OC loose, Ricky Freemaker is as good as mine! - Um Rowan Freemaker. - Blast! [groans] I'm just never gonna get that right, am I? [dramatic fanfare] 2x02 - Trouble in Tibalt [engines whooshing] [dramatic music] - Okay, try it now, Rowan. - You got it! [engine grinding] I don't get it. I checked the distributor, the converter, the power coupling What about the aft power coupling? [gasps] [clattering] - Try it now! - Okay! [engines rumble] [yells and grunts] Ah! Whoo! Zan [coughing] Zander Freemaker, - Superstar. - Nice. But fixing this fleet will be easier with you in one piece, so less of that, okay? Guys! It's Luke! - This is your chance, Rowan! - Go to it, kiddo. Commander Skywalker! Luke! [music] Hey, Rowan! Good to see ya! I heard you were on board. Yeah, and wait till you hear what I have to tell you. - Oh, what is it? - I am a Je [alarms blaring] Battle stations! The Empire has found the fleet! [blasters firing] [engines whooshing] Scramble all fighters! - You should go. - I'm so sorry, Rowan. - We'll talk later, okay? - Yeah, no. G-go go! Later, later. Later Stupid Empire and stupid timing! [grunts] [sad music] Is this crate good to fly? Lieutenant Valeria, it's got the Freemaker guarantee of quality. Eh, if it blows up, I'll make sure I take some TIEs with me. [engines whooshing] You know what to do, Blue Squadron. The fleet can't jump with all these Imperials in the way, so make a hole and make it wide! [blasters firing] - What can I do? - Uh, get me an ion injector. I got that, kid. Take that ordinance to flight. What are those? Power cells? Get 'em to the B-wings! - Uh, can I help, Kordi? - Take this droid to Gold Squadron. No need, kid. Going there now. Hey, nerf herder! Yeah, you! I said I need those for the B-wings! [sighs] - I've got two TIEs on my tail! - Same story here, Red Two. Meet me at point three five for an Evade and Trade. Roger that, Blue Leader! [blasters firing] And pull up! [explosion] Where are my B-wings? Did somebody forget to invite them to the party? - Roger, can I help? - The B-wings need targeting lasers. - Do you have any? - Uh, no. - Then I guess not. - [sighs] Seriously? Is there nothing for me to do? [rumbling] - Found 'em! - Good work, Roger! [grunting] You're good to go! [engines whooshing] [blasters firing] [explosions] [laughs] Hey! There are my boys. Hit 'em hard, Bs! [explosions] Admiral, you got your window. Well done, Blue Leader. All craft, jump to hyperspace! [whirring] [booming] Really? The stabilizer's unstable, the power jammer is jammed, and the yoke is broke? I mean, how do you even do that? Things got rough out there. I got rougher. You can fix it. You're Superstar Freemaker Zander guy! That's not how it goes! - I don't even know where to begin. - Better figure it out, because there are 20 more ships just like this one. And we don't have half the parts we need to fix them. [groans] Desperate times Are not new for this family. There's nothing here a good salvage run can't fix. Exactly! How'd this Rebellion ever get along without us? Without you guys, I don't know. But me? [sighs] - I didn't do anything in that battle. - Sure, you did. You, uh uh you - [whispering] Help. - You lent vital moral support. Oh, that's code for, "You didn't do anything. " Well, maybe if you talk to Luke Well, I would, but I can't even find him. Commander Skywalker has been deployed on a secret assignment. Is there anything I can help you with? Oh, um, no, General Syndulla. I-I don't think so. No. We were just prepping for a salvage run, General. - Back to Tibalt we go. - Excellent. But before you do, I have a special assignment for you. - Is it a big one? - An assignment? - How do I look? - For us? - Is my hair okay? - Actually, it's just for Rowan. - Me? - Is it because of my hair? 'Cause I can fix that. [sighs frustratedly] [dramatic music] [whirring] [saw buzzing] [whooshing] [laughs] Isn't he magnificent? [blasters firing] [laughs] I love when he does that. [chuckles] [whooshing] He missed one. [whooshing] [blasters firing] [explosion] [music] Awaiting your instruction my master. [dramatic music] Weird place for a special assignment. This can't be right. [pounding] What do you want? Um, General Syndulla sent me. Hera, huh? [doors clanking] [ominous music] [electricity crackling] What is this place? [droid beeping] [electricity crackling] Just leave the parts Hera gave you and be on your way. Uh, General Syndulla didn't send me with any parts. Why in blazes didn't she send parts? Beats me. She just said I should report to the lowest level of the ship. Whoa, is this an ion dilator? [beeping] Oh, I see. Hera sent me you! She thinks I need an apprentice. Tell Hera thank you, but no. - Can't have any distractions. - I'm not a distraction. Ooh, field matrix stabilizer! You are, and I can't have that when I'm trying to come up with a ship that'll save the Rebellion. Wait, you're a ship builder? [gasps] Are you Quarrie? The guy who created the B-wing fighter? Well, that was some time ago. You are! I-I could help you! You said you need parts? Rowan Freemaker of Freemaker Salvage and Repair. - Salvage? - Yeah. We're about to go on a salvage run to Tibalt. - Wanna come? - Hmm. So, Vader, what do you think of M-OC? - Pretty amazing, huh? - Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. He lacks the ability to use the Force. Correct. I also lack offspring that wish to overthrow the Emperor. [gasps] Oh-ho-ho! Point for the new guy! M-OC find R-R-R-Rowan Freemaker. Ha! I got it! Command received and acknowledged. [dramatic music] Prepare to be impressed, Vader. [laughing] What what's, uh what's he doing? [whirring] I am collecting and collating data. Ooh! That is impressive. Your droid's collating skills will surely strike fear into the hearts of our [ding] Collation complete. Rowan Freemaker is going to Tibalt. Tibalt? How do you know? He is a scavenger, and there was recently a battle over Tibalt which surely resulted in a tempting supply of fresh parts. [rocket blasting] Commencing retrieval now. [music] [whirring] Well, Lord Vader? Are you impressed now? Perhaps. Though it would be more impressive if your creation learned to use a door. Yeah. [chuckles] You got me there. [engines whooshing] A CT-900 freighter? Ain't seen one of these since before the Clone Wars. - I'm amazed it still flies. - We've made a lot of modifications. Yep, and I can't say as I like 'em. The way you rerouted the sublight engines is crazier than a womp rat on Boonta Eve. [growls frustratedly] It's nothing I haven't told you a thousand times. [engines whooshing] [uplifting music] - So how about this ion thruster? - Looks pretty clean. Mm, nope. That's Imperial junk. No craftsmanship, no power. Yeah, okay, but we're not exactly in a position to be choosy here. I am. You can patch up ships and keep the fleet limping along, but I'm thinking bigger. Imagine making a single ship that could turn the tide of this war. Whoa, that would be amazing. My only question is - what is that ship? - Well, I have a few musings, - but nothing as of yet has - No. What is that ship? [ominous music] Don't know, and I'm perfectly happy in my ignorance. - Is it Imperial? - Looks to be. Though I've never seen this particular configuration. - Best keep your distance. - Why? I don't see a pilot. This ship's brand-new. Not a scratch on it. So what's it doing here in the middle of all this Hey! Help! Target acquired. Both: Rowan! [engine blasting] [music] Hey! Hello! Are we flying? I don't think I should be flying right now! [gasps] Rowan Freemaker, I am designated M-OC and I have been assigned to collect you for my master, Emperor Palpatine. What? Really? I hate that scum weasel! Your feelings on the matter are irrelevant. That thing has Rowan! Both: We know! Hang on to your bricks! [engines whooshing] [both yelling] [blasters firing] [yells] Pardon me. I must attend to your companions. [grunting] [blasters firing] [engines whooshing] [music] [explosion] [yells] Okay, feeling dumb I didn't think of that first. [low hum] [tense music] [blasters firing] [low hum] [lightsaber humming] [grunts] Yes! [lightsaber crackling] [lightsaber humming] - He's got a lightsaber? - Yeah, Rowan's a Jedi. Well, not yet, but he will be someday. Opening the scoop! [dramatic music] Whoo! [alarm beeping] Imperial data files did not indicate target wields a lightsaber. Disappointing. - So you're a Jedi in training? - How'd you know? The lightsaber kinda gives it away. [rumbling] Small talk later! Get us out of here now! I'm trying, but this guy's better than me. And I'm having a hard time accepting that! [warbling] [blaster fires] [explosion] - We're going down! - Activate the lateral compensators! Yeah, I-I took those out to give more power to the engines. - I told him not to. - Okay, I was wrong! I see that now! [all grunting] - Everybody okay? - Eh, I've had worse. Think she'll fly? Ugh, it won't be pretty, but I can make her work. [ominous music] Rowan Freemaker, surrender is your only sensible course of action. Yeah, well, I'm not known for being sensible. Hyah! [lightsaber humming] Whoa! Agreed. Your lack of sensibility is evident. [dramatic music] [blasters firing] Uh, anybody know what that thing is? - No, but let's blow it up anyway! - I like that instinct. [gasps, yells] [blaster fires] [grunts] [tense music] [warbling] [yells, grunts] The odds of you surviving a fight with me are 2,772 to 1. [grunting] Never tell me the odds! Mostly because I don't understand how they work. The stabilizer is shot, but the main power cell is intact. Oh, I see what you're thinking. What? What's he thinking? Clue me in! No time to explain, not even in small words. Just hand me a hydrospanner and reattach that power coupling. So am I the 2,772? Huh! Or am I the 1? Ha! You are the 1. Whoo! I'm number one! The engine matrix is cracked. The fusion injector is leaking. This thing won't fly for more than a few seconds! Who said anything about flying it? We're just launching it in a general direction. Hyah! You misunderstand me. The odds say you have virtually no chance of besting me in one-on-one combat. Okay, but here's the thing: this isn't one-on-one. Because I'm a Freemaker. [engines whooshing] Ha! [explosion] And Freemakers always fly together! [music] [laughter and cheers] The ol' drop a ship on 'em! - Classic! - Yeah! That guy won't mess with the Freemakers ever again! [rumbling] I beg to differ. Okay, last chance. Let's just get on the ship! [all grunting] [engines whooshing] Once again disappointing. What was that thing? A droid bounty hunter? - An Imperial Agent? - Guys I think he was both. His name is M-OC, and he works for the Emperor. [dramatic music] So the Emperor wants to nab you? Well, the Emperor's in for a disappointment 'cause I need my apprentice in my shop first thing in the morning. And I mean first thing. We've got to design a ship that will save this fleet, so I can't have no dawdlers! Uh, I won't dawdle, sir, at all! I think. - [whispering] What's "dawdle" mean? - [whispering] No idea. Get a good night's sleep. [singing happily] And so because the data file did not indicate Rowan Freemaker wields a lightsaber, he escaped. Is that all you have to report? No. The Freemaker boy was accompanied by a Rebel ship designer known as Quarrie. So the Freemakers are working with the Rebels? Almost certainly. That's very bad news, M-OC! Find the Rebels! Find the Kyber Saber! Find Freemaker! My purpose is to serve. [growls] Who put together the Freemaker file, hmm? - Zappity, zappity! [groaning] - Feel better? Yeah, yeah. It helps, yeah. [soft music] [people snoring] Build a ship to save the fleet [exhales heavily] No dawdlers Whoa! [music] [gasps] [bricks clicking] [shimmering tone] [triumphant music] [ship warbling] Ah! The ship! The Arrowhead. [groggily] Yeah, I was gonna, you know [grunts] fix that in the morning. [groans, snores]