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"I don't remember zhe orbital bombardment to be a way of saving one of our own." Medic said with his german accent, looking down at blaxing surface of Kamino that suddenly began lacking water in certain parts.
"That's why we are doing it, mate." Sniper responded, standing behind him with most of the team.
"Maybe he will rocket jumped out of these blasts and fly up to up?" Demoman asked, looking down with his one eye before witnessing a blue dot approaching their ship formation.
"Oh, there he is." Scout added, almost managing to hide his sarcasm.
"Now then, how do we pull him back in?" Eeth asked, before realising that Soldier began swimming towards them with a mix of The Force and Rocket Jumper blasts. "Hm, that should solve it."
"How long are we shooting at this planet?" Spy asked, him and Engineer walking alongside the hangar's windows and looking to their right at the surface of Kamino, which was blazing with laser blasts.
"An hour or ten?" Engie responded, scratching his head with visible cluelessness. "Damn, I lost count."
"In that case we're doing it longer than needed." Spy grumbled, quickening his stride and finding himself ahead of Engineer. "I'll go ask Count Dooku for new orders, having this many ships and soldier terraforming an entire planet into oblivion isn't worth the effort."
"Speak for yourself." Engineer said, making him turn around in a instant with injured pride undeneath his bacalava. "This planet is a main cause of our practical problems in this war. If we use our guns for long enough it will earlier or later be unable of threathning us on a major scale."
"As if it wasn't already." Spy responded with hearable annoyance, walking up to his shorter teammate. "I mean, let's be serious, this place is already beyond repair and whoever was left in here fleed a long time ago."
"Hmm... For a most part you're right." Engineer nodded, looking to his right at the last Republic's ships leaving the planet, and then - the system with a swift, yet rushed hyperspace jumps. "Let's go tell the others to end this mess..."
"So you have been firing at Kamino for eleven hours straight, correct?" Dooku asked, looking down at the BLU Team with a mix of curiosity and disappointment.
"Correct." Spy responded, taking his knife from the Scout's back.
"And the planet itself is beyond inhabitation capabilities for another thousand years?"
"Ekhem, two thousand years to be truthful." Medic smiled weakly while Demoman wasted himself with scrumpy to drink his problems away.
"And what do we achieve for destruction of this planet and propable extermination of Kaminoans as a race?"
"No more tiny baby laboratory enemy." Heavy recitated from his notebook, then dunking it onto Soldier's head out of boredom.
"... Fair enough, those losses on the enemy side are mostly acceptable in the Galactic as a whole." Count Dooku concluded, then presenting to the team the map of Pantora System. "Given my recent information, Republic is about to take the Pantora's goverment on its active side of the war. However, none of our major forces are available to come there in time before the defences are strenghtend." He paused, looking at Spy with decisive glare. "That's why I need you to come as soon as possible there without anything that would drag you behind."
"But of course." Spy responded before turning invisible and leaving the room, the only adnotation of the latter being the footsetps he left on the floor. "Threat not, for I'll be on the chainstab again..."
"... Do you all count on him?" Dooku asked after the doors closed themselves, himself turning towards the rest of the clones.
"Count? You are our count! Not this baguette-loving backstabber!" Soldier proclaimed, rising his fist and a shotgun into the air.
"Aye! I might be a mighty King, but what sort of King doesn't respect a count from his kingdom?" Demoman added, putting a half-rethorical question up front. "A foolish one! Haa-hahaha!"
"... Haven't expected this answer, but I don't mind." Dooku nodded, rather positively set for future events. "Now, the rest of you will be given a mission of assisting me on Raxus Secundus with a mission of overseeing the parlament as we discuss the eventual terms of peace with The Republic. And for as much as we all know that Darth Sidious doesn't want anything else than undisputed control of the whole Galaxy isn't in question, the need of us showing a sign of good will to everyone in it is."
"Mhmph!" Pyro responded first, giving him a thumb up.
"No worries, we will do all it takes for the session to run smooth." Sniper added, reloading his Sidney Sleeper.
"Excellent, now, go to the cooridnates while Asajj will be given a seperate task on her own..." Confederacy's Supreme Leader concluded before ending the call.
"Alright guys, let's get on course." Scout spoke up, waving his hand in obligatory manner as he walked out of the room.
"Roger, roger." Droids at the controls responded in a choir, quickly getting to the given task.
"Hmm, that was short." Heavy concluded, lowering his eyebrows in a suspicious manner.
"Not everything is being done long." Engineer countered him, taking out a bag of beacon snacks he had with himself. "Shorter periods are also needed form time to time..."