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-(groans) -Tech!

Let's test that theory.

The fifth is Omega.

I told you to stay close.

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

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

Try it again. A little harder.

Um, n-never mind.

We're here to help. No!

I know it's not your fault.

Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving.

Why don't you come here and make me?

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

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

If you punch the correct spot.

The Empire does not tolerate failure, Sergeant.

Is that Crosshair?

Let's see here. Hold still.

Oh! I hate hand signals.

Shh! People will hear us.

I can think of one.

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

Sorry. It won't happen again.

I can help you. Come with me.

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

(creatures chirping, chittering)

(Wrecker laughing)

What-- What just happened?

Ha! We're all you need.

(clone troopers laughing)

Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.

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

Come, Omega. There is work to do.

None of this makes sense.

(chuckles) Like there was any doubt.

A research assignment? Those are my favorite.

(sighs) A long time.

Thank you, General.

And he's not a big supporter of clones.

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

(engine starting)

Tech: That is a probe droid.

Wrecker, it is a logical conclusion

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

(object clatters)

Well, how does that help us?