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(clone troopers laughing)

Let's see here. Hold still.

None of this makes sense.

I can help you. Come with me.

And he's not a big supporter of clones.

Oh! I hate hand signals.

(Wrecker laughing)

(object clatters)

Thank you, General.

Wrecker, it is a logical conclusion

Ha! We're all you need.

I can think of one.

Oh, come on. It's been days since I've blown something up.

The fifth is Omega.

Clearance code? Don't they know who we are?

So, the newly declared empire sent you to wipe us out?

but galactic zone changes put the adjusted figure at around 205.

I know it's not your fault.

The Empire does not tolerate failure, Sergeant.

-(groans) -Tech!

If you punch the correct spot.

Well, how does that help us?

(engine starting)

Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving.

Rerouted to the capital. We're all you're getting.

Um, n-never mind.

(sighs) A long time.

Shh! People will hear us.

I don't like to think of executing our commanders as a mission objective.

(chuckles) Like there was any doubt.

A research assignment? Those are my favorite.

Is that Crosshair?

Kid, you're not a soldier. It's dangerous.

(creatures chirping, chittering)

I told you to stay close.

Try it again. A little harder.

Come, Omega. There is work to do.

We're here to help. No!

What-- What just happened?

Why don't you come here and make me?

Let's test that theory.

Tech: That is a probe droid.

I don't believe it. That's Clone Force 99.

Sorry. It won't happen again.

Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.

We should leave if we're gonna make the rendezvous.