[Tech] We are descending at a rate of speed that is most concerning.
Don't worry! The reentry thrusters should engage soon!
[Echo] If they don't, we're all dead!
[grunts]
Told you.
[Tech] Other than not being able to steer or control where we land,
I would say this is going well.
The regs have all the entry points to the castle surrounded.
Not all of them. Our way out is down.
[groans] I knew you were gonna say that.
[Hunter] We use the city ruins for cover and trek back to the Marauder.
Tech, did you reach the escape pods yet?
[Tech] Not exactly.
We are using an alternate mode of transport.
My calculations have us crashing towards the upper forest region of the planet.
Crashing?
[both grunt]
[panting]
[Tech grunts]
That was smoother than some of Wrecker's attempted landings.
[Hunter] Tech. Report.
We are alive. But where we are, I am not fully certain.
The Empire's gonna come looking for their containers, and for us.
[Hunter] Get out of sight and lay low.
Once we get to the Marauder, we'll come for you.
Roger that.
Uh, what's happening?
[Echo] We haven't fully landed yet.
- Go! Go! Go! - [Omega grunts]
[shouts]
[grunts]
- [groans] - Tech! [grunts]
[Tech strains]
[Omega, Echo grunt]
Are you okay?
[groaning]
My left femur has been fractured by approximately 150 kilograms of pressure...
[groans] ...so... no.
[groaning]
Hang tight. I'll go up top and scope things out.
[hatch opens]
Oh, great.
[Omega] What do you see out there?
We still haven't landed.
[clone captain] Sitrep.
The containers have scattered throughout the upper forest region.
Squads have been dispatched, but it's unlikely the thieves
who infiltrated the cargo ship survived the crash.
I want confirmation.
Captain Wilco.
The two from the castle must be in the city.
Redirect our topside forces.
Monitor all comm channels and bring a shuttle.
Yes, sir.
[Omega grunting]
[inhales, exhales]
- [Echo grunts] - [Tech groans]
[Tech] Well, this mission has been eventful.
[Echo] We have to get out of sight.
Wait. We can't leave without the war chest.
We don't have time.
We need to get away from here and find cover.
[shuttles approaching]
[Hunter] Get down.
[Wrecker] They're setting up a perimeter.
[scoffs] Like that'll stop us. [chuckles]
[Hunter] They know our forces are split.
They'll monitor comm channels.
[Hunter] Havoc-2. The fourth sun is setting.
Plan Double Zero.
Copy that.
Plan Double Zero?
[Tech sighs] It means "go radio silent."
Comm channels are being monitored.
We're being followed.
- Don't move. - I'm not.
Who are you? What are you doing here?
I live here. The name's Romar.
[Echo] He could be working for the Empire.
Me?
Aren't you working for the Empire?
[Tech groans] We do not have time to debate this.
[Echo] Where's the nearest place to take shelter?
Well, it's a little hard to think with her pointing that thing at me.
Much appreciated, but sorry to say there's no shelter around these parts.
I'm registering a heat source 200 meters west of here.
I suspect it is your domicile.
- How did you do-- - Take us there.
Looks like I don't have much say in the matter.
Captain, we have eyes on half of the ejected containers.
No sign of the thieves, but we did intercept a coded transmission.
Then the ones in the cargo survived the crash.
Divide the search and recovery squads.
Fifty containers were released.
I want eyes on all 50.
Copy that.
Sir, we have the city perimeter secured.
Commence the radial sweep.
We'll box in these rogues.
[comms chatter]
[Hunter] We're gonna need to break through their ranks.
How many explosives do you have?
Nothing that'll do any damage.
Just a couple of smoke bombs.
[Hunter] Ten o'clock.
Oh. Old Separatist tanks. Now you're talking.
[Romar] So, what you're telling me is
that you're rogue clones running from the Empire's clones,
who used to be the Republic's clones?
[Tech groans] Correct. You finally got it right. [sighs]
Why is your house in the middle of nowhere?
Didn't really have a choice once the Empire showed up, but we make do.
"We"?
The other survivors who fled the destruction.
Now that Tech is safe,
let's head back to the container and get as much of the war chest as we can.
No, it's too dangerous.
Troopers could already be at the crash site.
But we can't leave empty-handed.
We have to complete the mission.
Mm-hmm. Guess you're more like those other clones than you think.
I'd stay away from that cursed war chest if I were you.
But we need it.
And it's not cursed, it was stolen.
You think Dooku funded his war effort by only stealing from outside worlds?
No.
He took from us, his own people.
His quest for power is why our city is now buried in rubble.
Well, we'll help you get it back.
There's enough in that container for all of us.
I want none of it.
Let the Empire take it. The sooner they're gone, the better.
And the same goes for you.
No offense.
[inhales] Now, if you'll excuse me, some of us have work to do.
[hatch opens]
It's not too late.
We can still scout the site to see if it's clear.
Negative. Your mission is to keep an eye on the old man.
[sighs] Roger.
Thanks for the ride.
[console beeps]
[sighs] No good.
How about yours?
This one's down too.
I have a visual on the targets.
[Romar groans, sighs]
You just gonna stand there?
- Oh. - I'm keeping an eye on you.
Ah. Not much fun, is it?
Uh, here. Try that.
What is it?
[Romar] Look inside.
[gasps] There are jewels in here?
No. No, it's only reflected glass.
It's an optical illusion.
Then it's not treasure?
Oh, for blast's sakes.
It's a toy. It makes you happy.
And believe me, that is worth more than any jewel.
[Tech] The war chest wasn't ours in the first place.
[Echo] Well, we would have made better use of it.
[Tech] I am simply stating that without the funds from the war chest,
we are no worse off than we were before.
That's not how I see it.
The Empire's growing stronger, and we're still doing nothing about it.
Where are you going?
To check for patrols.
I'll be back.
[door closes]
Hey, Ace.
Think you can lend me that spanner on your belt for a minute?
What are you doing with a model 2 data core?
This here contains a fragment of my people's history.
Our culture. Art. Music. Memories.
A Separatist archive.
Fascinating.
Not Separatist. Serennian.
We did exist before the war, you know.
I... never thought of it like that.
Now, if I can only get this thing working.
Oh, I can handle that.
There!
That one!
Forget it, Wrecker. That tank's not going anywhere.
[blasters firing]
Don't need it to. Grab the battery pack.
For what?
Leave it to me.
- Air support's on approach. - Send them in.
- [blaster fire continues] - [beeps]
[grunts]
[grunting] Come to...
Wrecker!
Oh, yeah!
[V-wing approaches]
[Hunter] Pick up the pace.
And we're in business!
[laughs]
Boom! I make a pretty good tank!
[cannon powers up]
Incoming!
Fire in the hole.
[groans]
[Wrecker laughs]
[groans]
You sure you know what you're doing?
[Tech] There.
Your data has been restored.
You did it. You-- [laughs]
You-- You actually did it.
- Well, of course I did. - [door opens]
Where's Omega?
She was just here.
Well, she's not now.
Hmm.
My rappelling cable's gone.
I suspect she went after the war chest.
[Echo] We have to find her before the Empire does.
Go. I will catch up.
[grunts]
- [grunts] - You won't get very far in your condition.
I can manage.
[grunts]
[blasters firing]
[Hunter] The Marauder is just over that ridge.
[Wrecker] You said that about the last one.
This time I mean it.
[groans, shouts]
Look out!
[speeders approaching]
I'm scanning another container dead ahead.
Stay alert.
- Omega! - [speeders approaching]
[shouts, grunts]
[Omega] Echo!
Look! I packed it full of the shiny stuff!
Did you not hear the blaster fire?
There are troopers out there. We have to go.
We've located the thieves and have one pinned.
Requesting backup.
[clone trooper on comm] Copy that. A gunship is inbound. Hold your position.
[grunting]
[pants]
[grunts]
Look out!
[ship flying over]
Captain Wilco, the intruders are retreating to the eastern ridge.
Reroute air support.
Yes, sir.
[shouts]
[laughs] This old bird never looked so good.
We're in position.
[on comm] Tech, send your coordinates.
- [datapad beeping] - Transmitting.
Coordinates received. We're heading your way.
We got company.
Get these guys off our tail.
Hold your fire.
[clone trooper grunts]
[both grunting]
[blaster fire]
- [Tech grunts] - [blaster fire continues]
- [comm beeps] - CT-3278! Report!
[grunts]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[exhales]
You're almost there.
[grunts, shouts]
[pants]
[gasps] No!
Hurry. This whole ledge is gonna go.
I can get it back.
- I have to. - Don't.
Omega, forget about the war chest.
It's not important.
Yes, it is.
I heard what you said to Hunter on the Marauder.
You don't have a normal life because of me.
Omega, listen to me.
Please.
You have to let it go.
Come on!
Jump.
[footsteps approaching]
Ace?
Ace, wake up.
[grunting]
[exhales] What are you doing here?
[straining]
- I heard blaster fire. - [grunts]
Thought you might need some help.
And I was right.
[Tech, echoing] Omega! Echo!
- [shuttle approaching] - Hold on!
I will handle the ship.
I'll grab the cable.
[grunts]
Locking onto the targets.
[echoing] Grab the line!
[speeders approaching]
[shouts]
[gasps, grunts]
[grunts]
[Omega shouts]
All right. Come on.
[grunting]
[Tech] That would be our ride.
Hey, kid.
Keep it.
And remember what I said.
Get going. More will be on the way.
What about you?
I'm a survivor. Remember?
[sighs] I'm sorry we lost the war chest.
We'll manage without it.
I wanted to make things better for us.
I know you all gave up everything because of me.
Good thing we did, or we might be fighting for the Empire right now.
Or worse.
We made the right choice, Omega.
I'd do it all again.
As of now, we've recovered 85% of the war chest,
but I'll chase that number to perfection, sir.
Your failure to ensure the transfer of this cargo is not why I am here.
I've come to address some inaccuracies in your mission report.
What inaccuracies?
You stated the would-be thieves you encountered were the rogue clones
from experimental unit 99,
yet that is impossible.
Their squad perished during the fall of Tipoca City.
Your intel was incorrect, sir.
I had visual confirmation on two of them.
They're alive.
I see.
If Governor Tarkin were to learn of my misstep, then I would be at risk.
And that cannot happen.
Which is why a new report will be submitted.
One void of any mention of Clone Force 99.
Sir, I will not falsify an official report.
[Rampart] I understand.
[blaster charges]
I will.
[Wilco grunts]