Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And he's not a big supporter of clones.

I know it's not your fault.

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

-(groans) -Tech!

Sorry. It won't happen again.

Why don't you come here and make me?

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

Wrecker, it is a logical conclusion

(sighs) A long time.

(object clatters)

(chuckles) Like there was any doubt.

Oh! I hate hand signals.

(clone troopers laughing)

Tech: That is a probe droid.

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

Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving.

If you punch the correct spot.

(engine starting)

Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.

Let's test that theory.

Is that Crosshair?

Thank you, General.

I told you to stay close.

None of this makes sense.

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

Try it again. A little harder.

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

Ha! We're all you need.

I can think of one.

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

Shh! People will hear us.

Let's see here. Hold still.

(creatures chirping, chittering)

What-- What just happened?

The Empire does not tolerate failure, Sergeant.

(Wrecker laughing)

Um, n-never mind.

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

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

Well, how does that help us?

A research assignment? Those are my favorite.

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

Come, Omega. There is work to do.

We're here to help. No!

I can help you. Come with me.

The fifth is Omega.