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The Empire thanks you for your years of service
and wishes you well on your retirement.
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.
CT-9904?
You're out of uniform.
I'm Lieutenant Nolan, your commanding officer for this mission.
We're heading to the Imperial Depot on Barton-4.
High-value cargo stored there has been targeted by local insurgents.
We're to secure it until it's transferred at week's end.
- At least it's a field mission. - No kidding.
Fantastic. More clones.
- Problem, sir? - Yes. I don't like used equipment.
Let's go.
You! Guard the ship.
Where is your supervisor?
You must be our reinforcements.
We expected you 36 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 killed.
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.
- Two hours too long, I bet. - Hmm.
So, what'd you do to get stuck with this mission?
Just lucky, I guess.
The name's Mayday.
- Crosshair. - Welcome to The Outpost.
I'll give you a lay of the land.
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.
Who's been attacking the depot?
Uh, locals. Raiders.
Last few attacks caught us off guard.
How did they bypass the sensors?
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?
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.
Either way, it will make them happy.
Vicious creatures, but you have to admire 'em.
They find a way to survive.
Commander, raiders spotted inside the perimeter.
I'll cover the west. You take the east.
We'll cut 'em off.
Hexx is down.
Three raiders are heading towards the shuttle at zero-one-five.
A snow skiff took off down the western ridge.
The rest must've fled on foot into the mountain pass.
Wrong.
So that's how they snuck past our defenses.
What are you doing just standing around?
Those raiders stole two crates of cargo during that attack.
Send your troops to retrieve it.
Hexx and Veetch were killed 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 attack?
I think not. This task falls to you two, and you two alone.
Recover the cargo. Is that clear?
Yes, Lieutenant.
- 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.
No point in carrying deadweight.
Remind me not to die on your watch.
Maybe it's just the ice.
- Pressure mine. - Mm-hmm.
What were you saying about deadweight?
Do you know how to disarm it?
I'm not an explosives expert,
but since I don't feel like carrying your body back to the outpost,
I guess I'll give it a shot.
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 war.
Can't say I ever thought much about the war ending...
until it did.
- What unit were you with? - It doesn't matter.
Humor me. I could use the distraction.
Clone Force 99.
- What happened to them? - They're... gone.
And here we are, the survivors.
Hmm. Combat troopers stuck babysitting cargo shipments.
Mission's a mission.
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.
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.
Multiple contacts inside.
Two guards at the entrance.
- Eh, shouldn't be a problem for us. - Mm-hmm.
Let's load the cargo and get out of here.
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 military, 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?
Go!
Look out!
Mayday?
Mayday, wake up!
Come on. We have to move.
Go.
I won't make it.
Over there.
Look!
- It's them. - Follow me!
Step aside. Step aside!
Get back to work and load those crates. All of you!
About time you two returned.
He...
He needs a medic.
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.
He served his purpose as a soldier of the Empire.
You... You could have saved him!
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.
Now, leave him and get back to work...
while you're still useful.
Lieutenant.
Hey, drop it!
Hello, CT-9904.
Or do you prefer Crosshair?
Where am I?
I'm holding you for observation.
Once you've healed, the doctor will come for you.
Who... Who are you?
Remain calm.
Cooperate and you might survive.
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