Kanan pulled in one more deep breath, and then drew the blaster rifle he'd picked up along with the trooper's armor. Somewhere out there, there was a stormtrooper with a very cold ass and not a single weapon to be found. And hopefully he'd stay unconscious for the next six minutes, so that Kanan could get out of here in five.

He gave the signal to the Rodian with the lift, who nodded back, gave him a thumbs-up, and then started to steer the cargo back out the way they'd come in. Another nod, and the five remaining prisoners all started to walk. To trudge, really, their heads down and their hands holding their shackles in place, so that at a glance they still looked to be restrained.