02x12 - Outpost

[bunniefuu]

[music]

[Bragg] The Empire thanks you
for your years of service

and wishes you well on your retirement.

[clone] Huh.
Forced retirement.

We're soldiers.
What are we supposed to do now?

Please direct all your questions
and concerns

to the Imperial Information Bureau.

[lieutenant] CT- ?

You're out of uniform.

I'm Lieutenant Nolan, your
commanding officer for this mission.

We're heading to the Imperial Depot
on Barton- .

High-value cargo stored there
has been targeted by local insurgents.

We're to secure it
until it's transferred at week's end.

- [clone ] At least it's a field mission.
- [clone ] No kidding.

[sighs]

Fantastic. More clones.

- Problem, sir?
- Yes. I don't like used equipment.

Let's go.

[music]

[wind howling]

[grunts, gasps]

You! Guard the ship.

[wind howling]

[ice vulture screeches]

[music]

[clears throat]

Where is your supervisor?

[droid chatters]

You must be our reinforcements.

We expected you rotations ago.
Did you get lost?

We work on the Empire's schedule,
trooper, not yours.

- It's Commander, Lieutenant.
- Well, Commander,

your orders were to guard and protect
this facility and its cargo,

yet this outpost is grossly unguarded.

Where are the rest of your men?

Dead.

Hexx, Veetch, and I,
we're all that's left.

Your failings will be dealt with later.

For now, I am in charge here
until the cargo is transported.

I feel safer already.

Look here, clone,
you speak to me with respect.

In my experience,
respect is something to be earned.

Yet the Empire assigned you
to this desolate rock,

where you let the majority
of your squad get k*lled.

Tell me, Lieutenant...

how many missions have you commanded?

That's what I thought.

Boys, why don't you help
the new boss get situated?

You, uh, know the lieutenant well?

For about two hours.

- [scoffs] Two hours too long, I bet.
- [Crosshair] Hmm.

So, what'd you do
to get stuck with this mission?

Just lucky, I guess.

[laughs, sighs]

The name's Mayday.

- Crosshair.
- Welcome to The Outpost.

I'll give you a lay of the land.

[door opens]

[wind howling]

[sensor post whirring]

[Mayday] I've been stationed on this rock
for over a year watching that cargo.

Now that it's finally getting transported,

me and my squad
can hopefully get out of here.

[Crosshair]
Who's been attacking the depot?

Uh, locals. Raiders.

Last few att*cks caught us off guard.

How did they bypass the sensors?

[whirring continues]

- [beeps]
- [whirring accelerates]

Conditions have degraded our equipment.

I requested replacements but got none.

Yet we're told
to protect the cargo at all costs.

Why? What's inside those crates?

[Mayday] Hmm.
Yeah, I've wondered that myself every day.

You don't know?

Apparently, it's above a
clone trooper's pay grade.

If you're gonna scout,
don't go alone, and don't go far.

You'll freeze to death in that armor,
unless what's in the ice kills you first.

[ice vulture screeches]

Either way, it will make them happy.

[screeches]
[music]

[Mayday] Vicious creatures,
but you have to admire 'em.

They find a way to survive.
[blaster fire over comlink]

[Veetch, on comm] Commander,
raiders spotted inside the perimeter.

[alarm blaring]
I'll cover the west. You take the east.

We'll cut 'em off.

[blaster fire in distance]
[alarm continues]

[Veetch, on comm] Hexx is down.

Three raiders are heading
towards the shuttle at zero-one-five.

[groaning]
[high-pitched tone]

[groaning continues]
[tone stops]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[alarm continues]

[music]

[footsteps approaching]

[Mayday] A snow skiff took off
down the western ridge.

The rest must've fled on foot
into the mountain pass.

[Crosshair] Wrong.

So that's how they snuck past
our defenses.

[wind howling]

[music]

What are you doing just standing around?

Those raiders stole two crates of cargo
during that att*ck.

Send your troops to retrieve it.

Hexx and Veetch
were k*lled in the ambush.

We don't have the manpower or gear
for a mission beyond the perimeter.

- Especially just to recover a few crates.
- It's not up to you to determine

what is of value to the Empire.

Then I need all your men for this mission.

And leave this outpost vulnerable
to another att*ck?

I think not. This task falls
to you two, and you two alone.

Recover the cargo.
Is that clear?

Yes, Lieutenant.

[music]

- [Crosshair] He didn't get far.
- Not sure what bothers me more.

That he's wearing armor stolen off my men,
or that his cohorts just left him here.

[Crosshair]
No point in carrying deadweight.

Remind me not to die on your watch.

[rumbling]

[Mayday] Maybe it's just the ice.

[metal clicks]

- [Mayday] Pressure mine.
- Mm-hmm.

[Mayday] What were you saying
about deadweight?

[Crosshair]
Do you know how to disarm it?

I'm not an expl*sives expert,

but since I don't feel like carrying
your body back to the outpost,

I guess I'll give it a sh*t.

Hmm.
This mine's a little different

than ones I've seen before,

but I'm pretty sure they're all the same.

Guess we'll find out soon enough, huh?

I wish I had
the proper equipment for this,

but the Empire's ignored all my requests.

I've learned to improvise though.

I guess all clones have had to
since the w*r.

Can't say I ever thought
much about the w*r ending...

[sighs] ...until it did.

- What unit were you with?
- It doesn't matter.

Humor me.
I could use the distraction.

[Crosshair] Clone Force .

- What happened to them?
- They're... gone.

And here we are, the survivors.

Hmm. Combat troopers stuck
babysitting cargo shipments.

Mission's a mission.

[chuckles] Yeah,
I used to say the same thing.

There.

That should do it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Don't pick up your foot yet.

Wait until I tell you,
then lift it, but real slow like.

I'll wait around the bend.

If I don't hear a boom,
then I'll know it worked.

[Crosshair]
Glad you're confident in your work.

Oh, I'm confident.
I'm just not stupid.

Remember, nice and slow.

On the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three.

[Crosshair sighs]

[wind howling]

[Crosshair] Multiple contacts inside.

Two guards at the entrance.

- Eh, shouldn't be a problem for us.
- [Crosshair] Mm-hmm.

[raider trills]

[raider grunts]

[grunts]
[music]

[Mayday grunts]
[raider groans]

[music]

[raiders grunting, muttering]

[raiders trilling]

[stun grenade beeps]

[all gasp, groan]

[raider grunts]

[Mayday grunts, groans]

[raiders grunting]

[raiders grunting]

[raiders groaning]

[rumbling]

[Mayday coughs]

[Mayday] Let's load the cargo
and get out of here.

[music]

Gear?

We've been risking our lives
to recover equipment

we could have been wearing
this whole time?

It's not clone trooper gear.

Right.

New toys for their shiny new
m*llitary, and we get the scraps.

After all the clones have done,
all we've sacrificed...

We're good soldiers.
We followed orders.

And for what?

[rumbling]

[music]

Go!

[Mayday] Look out!

[gasps]

[wind howling]

[gasps, panting]

[straining]

[sighs]

[shivering]

[panting]

[panting]

Mayday?

- Mayday, wake up!
- [groaning]

- Come on. We have to move.
- [groans]

[grunts] Go.

[sighs] I won't make it.

[panting]

[music]

[Crosshair pants]

[Mayday grunts, coughs]

[music continues play]

[shivering]

[ice vulture screeching]

[Imperial cargo ships flying over]

[pants, groans]

[datapad beeping]
[stormtrooper ] Over there.

[stormtrooper ] Look!

- [stormtrooper ] It's them.
- Follow me!

[Nolan] Step aside. Step aside!

[Mayday grunts, groans]

[sighs]

Get back to work and load
those crates. All of you!

[Mayday groaning]

About time you two returned.

[Mayday groans]

He... [pants]

- He needs a medic.
- [coughing]

I see you didn't retrieve the crates,
which means you've failed your mission.

- Did you hear what I said? Help him!
- Certainly not.

That would be a waste
of the Empire's resources.

He'll... He'll die.

[Mayday coughs]

[groaning]

[pants, grunts]

He served his purpose
as a soldier of the Empire.

You... You could have saved him!

[Nolan] Perhaps you didn't hear me.

He is expendable, as are you.

And if you speak to me again
with such disrespect,

I'll see to it you meet
a similar fate, clone.

[music]

Now, leave him and get back to work...

while you're still useful.

[ice vulture screeches]

[screeches]

Lieutenant.

[Nolan groans, coughs]

[pants]
[grunts]

[music]

[stormtrooper] Hey, drop it!

[groans]

[ice vulture screeches]

[music]

[person on PA, indistinct]

[equipment beeping]

[groaning]

[sighs]

[Emerie] Hello, CT- .

Or do you prefer Crosshair?

[datapad beeps]

[control panel beeping]

[pants] Where am I?

I'm holding you for observation.

Once you've healed,
the doctor will come for you.

Who...
Who are you?

[Emerie] Remain calm.

[grunts]

Cooperate and you might survive.

[panting]

[panting continues]