Somewhere in the cargo hold, Kanan was pretty certain he could hear one of the Rodians praying.

Hell, he was tempted to start reciting the code, himself. One of the TIEs managed to get a lucky shot in, and Kanan regretted removing his stolen helmet as a rain of sparks flew up from his controls. He swore under his breath.

"Hera, I've lost my guns," and now he was sliding back down the ladder, hanging on to the rungs for dear life. "Chopper, how are you doing with that other one?"