"Heh, dummy." Engineer laughed, observing as two B1 battle droids took barely concious Anakin out of his starfighter. "You just ain't doing it right. You don't charge into heavly defended territory with poplulation that is mostly suppottive towards defenders, who are local law enforcments." He laughed again, looking to the right at rather well preserved R2-D2.
"Beep. Boop. BAAAAAAAPP." Astromech twirled anxiously, looking left and right at majorly stacked battle droids around him.
"They won't hurt you. Only person gettin hurt here is that dipshit kamikaze. Tag along if you want any repairs." Dell replied to him, turning around and hopping on the extentension of AAT' replulsors frontal armor, R2-D2 following shortly after.
"Shall we give him a seat?" One of droids asked him, as he, second droid and Anakin were walking inside of the MTT who was brought along for the expedition.
"Give him triple handcuffs, confiscate the weapons and break his skull in case things went south. Killing escaping hostages is always legal if done for this reason." Engie said to them, shaving off sweat from his forehead.
"Roger, roger." Droids replied, walking inside the MTT whicj closed its doors as they entered it.
"Movin up! To the Headquarters!" Engineer shouted, giving the new orders and making the convoy move.
"Tally ho, lads!" Demoman burped, shooting two stickies from the Sticky Jumper at the floor. "Remember man! I'm drunk!" He added, turning his head to the right and facing random B2 battle droid.
"Your tactics confuse and frighten me, Sir." Droid hesitantly replied, observing his commander descending into casual madness.
"Just *burp* CHAAAAARRRRGEEE! And them jump! What's so *somewhat demonic gibberish* hard about it? You're single?" Demo 'explained' his idea, falling on the floor two times while saying this sentence.
"Oh. Ok." Droid acknowledged, moving forward at slow/highest possible speed he could make before jumping two inches directly above the stickies.
"Let me guess, Demo wants to teach droids how to sticky jump?" Sniper asked, drinking whole mug of coffee in a single shot.
"Yeah..." Soldier said without enthusiasm, with densly bass boosted explosion following right after he said it.
"Just... Just keep an eye on him or something... I need to sleep." Mundy growled, turning around and throwing twenty credits behind himself into Soldier's hands.
"Sweet land of liberty!" Soldier said with astonishment, turning around to recieve solid wind pressure from another explosion that happed where Demo supposingly was. "Incoming!" He shouted with joy, taking out his Rocket Jumper and run towards the source of disturbances.
"Well, the moment has passed." Spy said, observing Cad Bane entering the local court with thought escort of Coursant Guard from the highly placed balcony.
"Such is the fate for terrorists, regardless of the details." Aayla added, also looking at blue bounty hunter disappearing in the court's doorframe.
"Tell me, did you ever had anything regarding the personal life outside of the Jedi duties and temporar work related acts since you joined the order?" Spy asked her, giving her a polite look.
"Outside Jedi duties... No." Aayla replied, turning her back on him and walking few steps towards the doors. "And I'd like to keep it this way."
"I guess I will have to do the same then." Spy said with merciless spite, earning her attention. "From eight men I always been associated with as a BLU team three are absolute and unfixable morons, two are incomprehensivly insane, another one is gross and there are only two people who even can be decent at some times, but all the other time are no better than the rest."
"And now you're talking bad on everyone around because you're unable to accept that you are no better?" Aayla asked, causing him to close his eyes.
"... Prehabs... Or prehabs I need to go now." Spy retored after a while, looking at the early sunset. "Our superiors have already passed the halfway point of ceasefire treaty. On top of that, one of my motons catched one of your morons." He added, turning around and showing Aayla holographic projection, where Engineer was busy cracking Anakin's back with the square dance.
" Yippie-ka-yay!" Engineer shouted with visible enjoyment before the message ended.
"Anyways. Since we have nothing to talk about and I don't want to stay on Cato Nemodia doing nothing, I have to go." Spy sjortly announced after that, as he turned around and went to the other doors in the room.
"Nothing to say now?" Aayla asked with confusion, her Jedi mind tricks not working.
"It won't be the last time you see me. I promise as a gentleman AND the diplomatic emissary." Spy said, before leaving the room with shit eating grin on his face, one large enough to make clone troopers guarding the place shiver.
"Huhhh?" Pyro muffled in suprise, distracted from osberving the progress he was having with the small unit of jetpack droids within his army.
"Sir! The truce is about to end within twenty four hours! Shall we prepare attack?" B1 commander droid asked, tilting his head left and right.
"Hmhmhm... Mmphaa yyymmm!" Pyro nearly shouted, vaugely gesticulating.
"Of course! Let's prepare the invention!" The droid said, turning around and leaving the room.
"Pyro!" Engineer suddenly popped up in the holographic form from the communicator, now playing banjo on Anakin's back. "Ready to launch plan BF?"
"Hud-Daaah!" Pyro sighed with excitement, spinning Sharpened Volcano Fragment in his left hand.
"Nice going partner! Head to the bridge and tell others what to do." Engie added before hunging up.
"What are you... planning?" Anakin asked with exhausting breath mid-phrase.
"We're sending all of the blockade back to Coursant airspace." Engineer said, getting up from him and ending the looping taunt. "Originally I wanted to send them crashing directly into the planet but Spy and Dooku wanted to have thing done otherwise." He said to him, pointing at the nearby conviniently placed Nemodia Vessel. "Now go and join them or rot in prison. Choice is yours kid." He ended, going in his own direction and throwing a bill of 100 Credit at R2-D2.
"Lucky me. Obviously I could not build a teleporter in the space under their watchful eyes. But using their momentum as a propeller for enforced hyoerspace jump is something completley diffrent..." Dell thought, hopping on the speedster left to him by the droids."Now to the capital and prepare for a return..."
