"That was an amaizing killing spree!" Soldier siad with amazement, as he was reading the news of whole Republican fleet crashing down an Coursant with many dead people being reported or hospitalized too little or too late.
"But how did you do it?" Bear asked right after his, turning his head left to Spy and Engineer who were busy playing UNO at the command table with Heavy.
"While snorting and backstabbing people on this planet, Spy placed a small teleportation device of my authorized design and local technology." Dell said, giving away green '6' to the middle of the table. "Then I retured and triggered their hotheaded commander to enforce a jump into hyperspace to neighbouring system..."
"But insted they jumped directly into their capital since the device spoofed their systems and other technological stuff that you like." Spy sighed, taking four cards from the 'take' pile before throwing in green '3' into the middle.
"Heavy likes this tiny game." Team's strongman said with based reluctance before throwing a '4' card into the play. "Put red cards from now on, stupid." He added shortly after, while Engineer was busy treating his eyes with Short Circut basic fire.
"Aww hell. I got nothin on that." Man in question said with annoyance, taking four cards into his hand. "Your turn now, Spy." He said to the next player in line, checking what he got this time.
"By the way, Soldier." Spy said towards his hyperbolic teammate. "Since when you can read?" He asked, putting a red block card into the play.
"Medic used local technology to implement an electronic modification to our hearts as an upgrade to being capable of withstanding the Ubercharge." Doe responded, putting the reading device down and walking outsidd the room. "I'm going to practice jumping with Demo, see you soon!"
"Why reading skills are implemented by heart implant and not a brain chip?" Bear asked with confusion, looking at Soldier closing the doors behind himself.
"Because we ain't clones, pardner." Engineer said, beginning his rancho relax taunt.
"Well... The ceasefire treaty has ended, we can perform a new offensive from our freshly resupplied systems!" Nute Gunray proudly announced, as he and Count Dooku had a walk alongside the hallways of the latter's palace.
"We cannot underestimate the opponent, Viceroy. For as much as I would like to end this bloodthirsty conflict we cannot simply assume the Republice has the same desire. Their leader is a Sheev Palpatine after all." Dooku retored with a wise but unobjective statement, looking deep forward throu the hall.
"What do you suggest then?" Gunray asked, making a worried face.
"We will ensure propsperity and true, unforced loyality on our currently controled planets. Then, we will slowly take system by system from this flawed democracy until the mood changes for something else that unyielding refusal." Dooku said, looking forward with oblivious pride in his eyes. "All living beings hate being cheated upon, so I give you the benefit of the doubt and decrease you to purely representative role under my command so you won't cause any... Misfortune events in these trying times."
"Y-yes my lord." Viceroy said with afraid voice, once again showcasing his fragility towards superiors on which he rised up on ranks for the past years.
"Excellent, now go do your other tasks please." Dooku shortly responded, after which he and Nemodian parted their ways with the latter turning around and going in opposite direction. "Now let's spin up our miracle workers for a one big operation..." He said to himself as he took out a communicator into his hand and pounded over it as he got closer and closer to the wide window at the end of the corridor.
"Spy's early departure sure happen in a favourable time, sinc right after a Zillo Beast and Rush Clovis playing a little to carelessly surely make The Republic keen to seek revenge on Geonosis. But at least I will see how much BLU team can really add to our cause..." He said to himself in a near whisper as he activated the device and adjusted it to connect with said group's flagship, an infamous "Dustbowl 1".
"Who callin' us on this bleedin hour?!" Demoman asked with a war cry, taking another bottle of Scrumpy from the thin air and putting it right in his mouth without even checking if the bottle was open or not.
"Commander Tarvish and the whole BLU team fleet, I request your entire fleet to move towards Geonosis and help local defences in repelling of Republic's attack at once! The Confederacy's fate and heartland rely on your actions!" Count Dooku said in a quick but serious message from the communicator mounted inside the round table in the front of the commander chair on which Demoman happer to sit in.
"AYE!" Drunk Scotsman shouted, lauching himself onto the legs and accidently double donking a poor B1 droid due to serious miss-click. "MOVE IIIIIIIIIT!" He loudly shouted right after towards the piloting crew which obeyed right after and sent the news to other ships.
"How about we see the situation at hand down here?" Engineer asked, as the whole team had a gathering at the command centre, observing a holographic projection of Geonosis.
"Not really good. Republican Fleet has entered the system without any resistance in the space. And while they suffered heavy losses during a landing part of invasion, we did to. And to make it even worse, they do have a solid part of terrain under their control and begin to overwhelm the land defences. "Sniper said, as the projector begin adding wide and vast layers of additional data on the planet and surroundings.
"There are only 'I' in their team. And WE are going to win!" Soldier shouted, smacking his head with a shover.
"Yeah, but how?" Engineer asked, looking closly to marked positions of Republican fleet. "They got six Venatora and nine Acclamators. We have three Munificents and two Recusants. Any bright ideas?" He asked the group, making an uneasy, sad face.
"Let's just rush in and instead of fighting the fleet we just land on Geonosis, supporting the ground forces!" Scout suddenly shouted his answer, making a whole group concerned.
"Bro, are you high?" Maverick asked him, while rest of the group had a strike of realisation thanks to them reviving a memory of Pyro's visions.
"Ymm... Yeah! I'm freakin full of magic after all!" Bostonian responded with a flashy grin, sparking a dropples of Crit-A-Cola in his fingers as he spoke.
"Well, let's get this shit moving." Soldier concluded the meeting, taking out his Escape Plan. "Operation Desert Storm initiated! Let's make liberty proud boys!"
