01x06 - Decommissioned

[bunniefuu]

[title music]

[screams, gasps]

Sorry.

Steady.

Arms level... and keep your eye on the target.

You can do it, kid!

Not a chance.

Miss!

Come on!

Miss!

Ah!

Got it.

- [laughs]

Bull's-eye!

Pay up.

- [groans]

Good.

Again.

But I've already hit the target three times.

Out of .

That's luck, Omega, not skill.

Soldiers need to be consistent.

[sighs]

[Weequay]

Okay, double or nothing she chokes.

- [groans]

- [cackles]

I was doing better until those two showed up.

You have to learn to tune out distractions, which comes with practice.

Again.

[grunts]

[sighs]

Not exactly a natural, is she?

- Hey!

- Okay, playtime's over.

We need to talk.

You two, scram.

- Hey!

Okay, we're going.

- We're going!

I assume you boys know what a tactical droid is?

They were the opera...

The operational brains of the Separatist m*llitary...

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba.

This is my briefing, Goggles.

Hey!

Tactical droid intel has tremendous value, which is why you're gonna break into this decommissioning facility on Corellia and retrieve one before they're all destroyed.

We haven't decided if we're gonna work for you or not.

Allow me to decide for you.

You're in!

I'm talking a mutually beneficial arrangement.

You make money, I make money, and I watch your back.

With the heat on you, it's the best option you've got.

[sighs]

I guess we're in.

I know you're in.

I just told you you're in.

And you, you're releasing too soon because of those weak noodle arms.

Build up your strength.

Lesson over.

[target sizzles]

This old trick?

It gets us past the planetary sensors every time.

Why is a tactical droid more important than the other droids?

The more tactical droids fought, the more they learned... and won.

Yeah, except against us.

[chuckling]

Yeah!

With clones now serving the Empire, knowing how to defeat them just went up in value.

We're approaching the decommissioning site.

We can land at the industrial dockyard and go in on foot.

[droid chatter]

[Hunter]

Cid didn't mention this place was guarded by police droids.

[Tech]

They're operating on a rotating quadrant scan.

If timed correctly, there's an entry point in their blind spot.

Follow me.

[Wrecker]

Uh-oh.

[groans]

[sighs]

[bubbling, sizzling]

- [worker grunts]

- [Wrecker]

Nighty night.

[Hunter]

Echo, Tech.

We'll locate and retrieve the droid.

Wrecker, cover us up top.

[Wrecker]

But being the lookout was Crosshair's job.

[Hunter]

That wasn't a request.

What about me?

What should I do?

[Hunter]

Stay here and keep your eyes peeled for the target.

Let's move.

[Wrecker groans]

[worker gasps]

[Echo]

A tactical droid is listed in the system, but only one.

The rest have already been destroyed.

[Hunter]

We have one sh*t at this.

Let's get it right.

- [Tech]

Where was the droid off-loaded?

- [Echo]

North end conveyor.

[Omega gasps]

Found it.

Sort of.

The droid's already in pieces.

- [Tech]

Is the head intact?

- [Omega]

Affirmative.

Wait!

Someone just ran off with the droid head.

[Wrecker]

I see 'em.

One of the workers is stealing our target.

- I'm on it.

- [Hunter]

Negative.

Stay out of sight.

[worker]

I don't think so.

Stay back.

Whoa, whoa.

Take it easy, kid.

I don't wanna hurt you, but I can't have you getting in the way.

You're the one in my way.

[Trace]

Rafa, I've got the target.

Where are you?

Don't answer that.

[Trace]

Rafa, come in.

What's going on?

Where are you?

We need to get out of here.

[Tech]

Who are you?

Who am I?

Who are you?

Your arms look a little shaky there.

Okay, you win.

Why don't you ease up on that thing and we can talk about this?

[Omega grunts]

Uh-oh.

[worker]

We've got blaster fire!

All eyes on the floor!

[gasps]

[worker]

Security breach!

Lock it down!

[male electronic voice]

Danger.

Danger.

[alarm blaring]

Great.

How do you plan on getting out of here now?

[scoffs]

Nice going, kid.

Me?

You're the one who grabbed my bow!

[droid chatter]

Don't just stand there.

Grab a w*apon.

I had one.

[droid chatter]

[Wrecker]

Get moving!

See ya.

Hey!

- [Echo]

We've got police droids closing in.

- [Hunter]

Focus your fire.

[droid chatter]

- [comm beeps]

- Omega, report.

There's a second person after the tactical droid.

Don't worry.

I'm in pursuit.

[Hunter]

No, stay put.

We already have the droid head.

No, you don't.

Rafa, I have the package.

Meet me at the rendezvous.

[Hunter]

I'll get the head.

You get this lockdown lifted.

- [comm beeps]

- Trace, where are you?

[Trace]

Down here!

Catch!

[grunts]

Got it!

Come on.

- I've got it!

- I've got it!

[droid chatter]

Hope you're not expecting gratitude.

[Hunter]

Should I have let the droids sh**t you?

[Omega shouts, grunts]

- Thanks!

- [Rafa shouts]

I have the droid head!

[Echo]

Nice work.

Now hang tight.

[electronics power down]

- [Tech]

You shorted out the entire system.

- [Echo]

I had to override the lockdown.

Wrecker, get to the main control panel.

[Wrecker]

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa..

I can't reach the platform.

[Echo]

It's the only way to reboot the whole facility.

Figure it out!

[Wrecker]

Yeah, that's easy for you to say!

[sighs]

[Echo]

Wrecker, hurry.

[Wrecker groaning]

[grunting]

Don't look down.

Don't look down.

Don't look down.

[grunting]

- [Tech]

Wrecker, what are you waiting for?

- [groaning, grunts]

[alarm blares]

[shouts, grunts]

I'll take that.

[grunting]

[Tech]

Wrecker, the system's online.

Now get down here.

[groans]

My...

[grunts]

...head.

[whispering]

Good soldiers...

[inhales sharply, groans]

[grunts]

Good... soldiers...

[groans]

[droid chatter]

[Hunter]

Why are you after that tactical droid?

- That's not your business, clone.

- [Hunter]

It is today.

- [comm beeps]

- Rafa, I've got the target.

- Meet me at the north exit.

- Little busy right now.

[grunts]

[Omega grunts, panting]

[grunting]

Hunter, I'm stuck on the conveyor.

I need help.

[Hunter]

I'm on my way.

- What are you doing?

- I'm taking down the support posts.

Follow me!

Who put you in charge?

[metal creaks]

[Rafa screams]

[grunting]

Hunter!

Hang on, Omega!

Hey, you maniac, you almost got me k*lled!

[grunts]

[screams]

[grunts]

Hey, over here!

Hurry!

[grunting]

I can't reach!

Grab something!

[whimpers]

[grunts]

[Hunter grunts]

[Hunter]

We got you, kid.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

[panting]

- [Hunter]

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- [metal clanks]

- [Rafa screams, grunts]

Oh, I'm fine.

Don't worry about me or anything.

[droid chatters, groans]

Well, this has been a real treat, but as you can see, the tactical droid is ours.

[Hunter]

We can debate this later.

If we wanna get out of here, we need to work together.

- Fine, but I still don't like you.

- [Hunter]

I'm used to it.

[Tech]

Wrecker, come in.

Wrecker?

[grunts]

- No.

No.

No, no, no.

- [Tech]

Wrecker?

[Crosshair]

Good soldiers follow orders.

[grunts, pants]

[Hunter]

All the exits are blocked.

And it's about to get worse.

A larger wave of police droids is headed our way.

We need a diversion.

What we need is a diversion.

Is there an echo in here?

- [Echo]

Yes.

- What?

- I'm Echo.

- Really?

Okay, Echo, we need a distraction.

And he can help with that.

What's that thing gonna do?

We need an army to get out of this.

And we happen to have one.

[whirring]

[Echo]

If you activate those clankers, they'll start sh**ting at us.

Not if we're controlling the droid who's controlling them.

[Tech]

Excellent idea.

That should do the trick.

[beeps]

Cannot transmit...

[powers down]

It didn't work.

[Tech]

It will, once we boost the signal.

And this will help me access the program.

[device powers up]

[beeping]

- [comm beeps]

- Wrecker, do you copy?

[grunting]

[Omega]

Wrecker, where are you?

We need your help.

[grumbles]

[Wrecker]

On my way.

Brilliant plan, Trace.

Really.

One of your best.

We just need a little more time.

[Wrecker screams]

[Wrecker laughing]

Yeah!

I got tired of you guys having all the fun.

Now, him I like.

[Tech]

Hang on.

The data exchange is nearly complete.

[beeping]

Done!

[tactical droid]

What is happening?

Activate battle droids.

Command them to att*ck all police droids.

Affirmative.

[battle droid ]

Huh?

What's happening?

[battle droid ]

I don't know.

Did we win?

New command sequence.

Your target is factory security personnel.

[battle droid screams]

[battle droid ]

Orders are orders.

[screams, grunts]

[Echo]

Never thought I'd see battle droids helping us.

[Hunter]

That's our cue.

Move out!

- [Tech]

Mission accomplished.

- [Hunter]

Nice work.

- [comm beeps]

- R , we're ready for a pickup.

[R whistles, beeps]

We're almost there.

Trust me.

You'll see us.

No!

Yeah!

Nice sh*t.

It's all about tuning out distractions.

He's here.

Let's go!

[R beeps]

All that work for nothing.

Whoever Cid's buyer is isn't gonna be happy.

Let me get this straight.

You knew how dangerous the information on the tactical droid is, but you didn't know who you were giving it to?

We're being paid to acquire and deliver, not ask questions.

Our contact needed that information to fight back against the Empire.

They're trying to help people and make things better.

Why aren't you fighting for the Empire?

Isn't that what you clones do now?

Not all of us.

We're different.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

You should come visit us sometime.

Isn't that part of Ord Mantell a little...

seedy?

Very.

It's great!

Keep working on that bow, kid.

- I will.

Bye!

- Bye, Omega.

[footsteps departing]

- Here.

- What's this?

Tech copied the tactical droid's intel to this data rod before it got destroyed.

Why are you giving it to us?

You'll use it for the right reasons.

Huh...

Maybe you are different.

To be honest, things were clearer when we were just soldiers.

Take it from me.

In the end, we all choose sides.

Patch him through, R .

[R whistles, beeps]

We acquired the tactical droid data from Corellia.

And we had help.

It was a squad of rogue clones, and I know where to find them.

Thought you might wanna know.