Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Empire does not tolerate failure, Sergeant.

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

(engine starting)

Sorry. It won't happen again.

(Wrecker laughing)

I know it's not your fault.

I can help you. Come with me.

The fifth is Omega.

None of this makes sense.

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

(object clatters)

Um, n-never mind.

Well, how does that help us?

Why don't you come here and make me?

Is that Crosshair?

Let's see here. Hold still.

Oh! I hate hand signals.

Tech: That is a probe droid.

And he's not a big supporter of clones.

Come, Omega. There is work to do.

I can think of one.

Wrecker, it is a logical conclusion

Crosshair, let's get these tanks moving.

Thank you, General.

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

Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.

Ha! We're all you need.

I told you to stay close.

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

A research assignment? Those are my favorite.

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

(sighs) A long time.

Try it again. A little harder.

-(groans) -Tech!

(chuckles) Like there was any doubt.

What-- What just happened?

Let's test that theory.

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

Shh! People will hear us.

We're here to help. No!

If you punch the correct spot.

(clone troopers laughing)

(creatures chirping, chittering)

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

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

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