Wrecker: All that time, you didn't even try to come back. We still would have taken ya.
Tech: Let it go, Wrecker. Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding. It is his nature. You cannot change that. He cannot change that.
Crosshair: Why are you defending me?
Tech: I am not. Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.
Crosshair: All those missions together and you threw it away.
Hunter: We made a choice, and so did you.
Crosshair: Soldiers follow orders.
Hunter: Blind allegiance makes you a pawn. A real leader protects his squad.
Crosshair: Look where that's gotten you. They're all going to die here because of your failed leadership.
Omega: Tech won't let me train until I can recite all the ship's specifications from memory.
Hera Syndulla: Specs are only half of it. Flying is... It's about a feeling.
Omega: What do you mean?
Hera Syndulla: When I close my eyes and picture myself up there, I feel it. The instruments help guide you, but you plot your course. You're free.
Omega: So you're a pilot?
Hera Syndulla: No. Not yet. But one day.
Tech: All clones were created from a host named Jango Fett. While our genetic structure was modified for growth acceleration and obedience, Omega is a pure genetic replication.
Hunter: How many clones like that exist?
Tech: To my knowledge there's only one other. A male clone code-named Alpha, later referred to as Boba. Since he disappeared at the start of the war, that makes Omega the sole living source of Fett's raw genetic material.