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Rod looks disapproving at Flan's launched flare. "Better hope no imperials see or respond to that. We're fish in a barrel out here. Wouldn't put it past the locals to turn us in to Imperial authority either. No, we're better off rescuing ourselves." Remembering the speeder bikes he saw in the walker, Rod walks back up the legs to the AT-AT's body. With the vehicle deployment doors underwater, those bikes would need another way out.
The clone draws the lightsaber. It's a rough, battered old thing. Small pockets of rust infest the length of the handle except for the sections of the casing that have been crudely patched with panels of replacement metal. Traces of what appears to be delicate electrum detailing suggests that this weapon was once a beautiful, elegant piece before falling into its current state of disrepair. The whole thing looks to be held together by a generous wrapping of wire and mesh tape.
The lightsaber's internals however, work just fine as Rod ignites the lightsaber. For a long moment, Rod simply holds the Jedi tool with trembling hands and stares into the glowing green blade, seemingly almost mesmerized by it. The moment passes and the clone's hands still before he plunges the blade into the AT-AT and begins slowly cutting a hole large enough to move a speeder bike through.