"Spectre-4, go," Kanan says, nodding at Zeb before sliding deeper into the alley, losing visual for a few moments as he changes position. This place is a warren, but it's really handy for spreading chaos and wasting time.

"Spectre-5, you're on deck."

Now he's just got to move the two anti-grav pallets to block this alley, and then . . .