Kino: [into prison intercom] My name is Kino Loy. I'm the day shift manager on Level Five. I'm speaking to you from the command center on Level Eight. We are, at this moment, in control of the facility.
[Kino sighs, glancing around nervously]
Cassian: Is that the best you got?
Kino: [composing himself] How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us make it out, all of that is now up to us. We have deactivated every floor in the facility.
[cut to the prisoners and guards, Kino's voice booming authoritatively through a voice filter]
Kino: All floors are cold. Wherever you are right now, get up, stop the work. Get out of your cells, take charge and start climbing. They don't have enough guards and they know it. If we wait until they figure that out...
[cut back to Kino in the control room, shaking from nerves]
Kino: ... it'll be too late. We will never have a better chance than this... and I would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. We know they fried a hundred men on Level Two. We know that they are making up our sentences as we go along.
[cut mid-sentence back to the prisoners, abandoning their work en masse]
Kino: We know that no one outside here knows what's happening. And now we know, that when they say we are being released...
[cut back to Kino, now shaking with fury]
Kino: ... we are being transferred to some other prison to go and die! And that! Ends! TODAY! There is one way out. Right now. The building is ours! You need to run, climb, kill! You need to help each other. You see someone who's confused, someone who is lost, you get them moving and you keep them moving until we put this place behind us.
[cut back to the prisoners, now arming themselves with the guards' weapons and storming the exits]
Kino: There are 5,000 of us. If we can fight half as hard as we've been working, we will be home in no time. One way out! One way out! One way out!
[Prisoners run for the exits, a dropoff into the ocean below. The prisoners momentarily stop]
Prisoner: ... ONE WAY OUT! [leaps into the water]
[Other prisoners begin leaping after him. Andor looks at Melshi]
Cassian: Whatever happens now, we made it! [looks back to Kino, who is hanging back] What's wrong?
Kino: [barely audible] I can't swim.
Andor: What?
Kino: [smiles in disbelief] I can't swim!
[Andor is carried over the edge. Kino's smile fades, and pain crosses his face before the camera cuts away from him for the last time]
[Kino sighs, glancing around nervously]
Cassian: Is that the best you got?
Kino: [composing himself] How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us make it out, all of that is now up to us. We have deactivated every floor in the facility.
[cut to the prisoners and guards, Kino's voice booming authoritatively through a voice filter]
Kino: All floors are cold. Wherever you are right now, get up, stop the work. Get out of your cells, take charge and start climbing. They don't have enough guards and they know it. If we wait until they figure that out...
[cut back to Kino in the control room, shaking from nerves]
Kino: ... it'll be too late. We will never have a better chance than this... and I would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. We know they fried a hundred men on Level Two. We know that they are making up our sentences as we go along.
[cut mid-sentence back to the prisoners, abandoning their work en masse]
Kino: We know that no one outside here knows what's happening. And now we know, that when they say we are being released...
[cut back to Kino, now shaking with fury]
Kino: ... we are being transferred to some other prison to go and die! And that! Ends! TODAY! There is one way out. Right now. The building is ours! You need to run, climb, kill! You need to help each other. You see someone who's confused, someone who is lost, you get them moving and you keep them moving until we put this place behind us.
[cut back to the prisoners, now arming themselves with the guards' weapons and storming the exits]
Kino: There are 5,000 of us. If we can fight half as hard as we've been working, we will be home in no time. One way out! One way out! One way out!
[Prisoners run for the exits, a dropoff into the ocean below. The prisoners momentarily stop]
Prisoner: ... ONE WAY OUT! [leaps into the water]
[Other prisoners begin leaping after him. Andor looks at Melshi]
Cassian: Whatever happens now, we made it! [looks back to Kino, who is hanging back] What's wrong?
Kino: [barely audible] I can't swim.
Andor: What?
Kino: [smiles in disbelief] I can't swim!
[Andor is carried over the edge. Kino's smile fades, and pain crosses his face before the camera cuts away from him for the last time]
—"One Way Out"
Lonni Jung: My sacrifice — it means nothing to you, does it?
Luthen Rael: I said I think of you constantly and I do. Your investment in the Rebellion is epic. A double life? Every day a performance? The stress of that? We need heroes, Lonni, and here you are.
Lonni Jung: And what do you sacrifice?
[Luthen takes a long pause, considering the unspoken accusation]
Luthen Rael: Calm... Kindness, kinship... Love. I’ve given up all chance at inner peace; I’ve made my mind a sunless space... I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there’s only one conclusion: I’m damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my... my eagerness to fight — they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost, and by the time I looked down... there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. "What is my—" "What is my sacrifice?!" I’m condemned to use the tools of my enemy... to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else’s future! I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I’ll never see! And the ego that started this fight will never have a... a mirror, or an audience, or... or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything!
[Luthen turns to leave]
Luthen Rael: You'll stay with me, Lonni. I need all the heroes I can get.
Luthen Rael: I said I think of you constantly and I do. Your investment in the Rebellion is epic. A double life? Every day a performance? The stress of that? We need heroes, Lonni, and here you are.
Lonni Jung: And what do you sacrifice?
[Luthen takes a long pause, considering the unspoken accusation]
Luthen Rael: Calm... Kindness, kinship... Love. I’ve given up all chance at inner peace; I’ve made my mind a sunless space... I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there’s only one conclusion: I’m damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my... my eagerness to fight — they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost, and by the time I looked down... there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. "What is my—" "What is my sacrifice?!" I’m condemned to use the tools of my enemy... to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else’s future! I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I’ll never see! And the ego that started this fight will never have a... a mirror, or an audience, or... or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything!
[Luthen turns to leave]
Luthen Rael: You'll stay with me, Lonni. I need all the heroes I can get.
—"One Way Out"
"There will be times when the struggle seems impossible. I know this already. Alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy. Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that.
And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try."
And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that.
And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try."
—Karis Nemik's manifesto, "Rix Road"
My name is Maarva Carassi Andor. I'm honored to stand before you. I'm honored to be a Daughter of Ferrix, and honored to be worthy of the stone. Strange, I... feel as if I can see you.
I was six, I think, first time I touched a funerary stone. Heard our music, felt our history. Holding my sister's hand as we walked all the way from Fountain Square. Where you stand now, I've been more times than I can remember. I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... With their truth. And now I'm dead. And I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue. In my waning hours, that's what comforts me most.
But I fear for you. We've been sleeping. We've had each other, and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other, and they left us alone. We kept the trade lanes open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines churning, and the moment they pulled away, we forgot them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix.
But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here, and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep.
It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this... If I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start! Fight the Empire!
I was six, I think, first time I touched a funerary stone. Heard our music, felt our history. Holding my sister's hand as we walked all the way from Fountain Square. Where you stand now, I've been more times than I can remember. I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... With their truth. And now I'm dead. And I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue. In my waning hours, that's what comforts me most.
But I fear for you. We've been sleeping. We've had each other, and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other, and they left us alone. We kept the trade lanes open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines churning, and the moment they pulled away, we forgot them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix.
But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turning away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow, and now it's here. It's here, and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep.
It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this... If I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start! Fight the Empire!
—Maarva Carassi Andor's funeral speech, "Rix Road"
