This scene was supposed to be in the Final Draft of "Geonosis Troubles Part 2" but after reading some comments it made me think otherwise. For you see, there was supposed to be a MAJOR death scene in the republic side. More specifically, Delta Squad was supposed to have a BRUTAL death scene but it was cut because a commenter (specifically VictorJLazarus) gave me an idea that made me think otherwise.

Hence in the Final Cut we had that STBlackST inspired battle instead of this original concept. Allow me to present to you what was supposed to happen in Chapter 4!

Here and enjoy!

—📽️(Chapter 4: Geonosis Troubles Part 2) 📽️—

Delta Squad, a highly skilled and battle-hardened unit, moved through the dimly lit and claustrophobic hallway of the Geonosian bunker. Their footsteps resonated off the metallic walls, creating an eerie soundtrack to their determined march toward the next phase of their mission: the destruction of the droid core ship. After successfully decimating the droid factory and eliminating the infamous Sun Fac, they had been assigned the critical task of preventing the Coreship from escaping the planet's surface. With every step, they demonstrated their unwavering loyalty to the Republic and their unparalleled combat prowess.

Boss, the unyielding leader of Delta Squad, forged ahead with his squad following closely behind, their movements synchronized to perfection. The seamless coordination and unwavering discipline they displayed spoke volumes of their rigorous training and shared camaraderie. As they neared the exit, their eyes were greeted by the stark contrast of the outside world—a vast and desolate enclosed canyon stretching out before them. Its towering walls exuded an aura of foreboding, yet the absence of droids or Geonosians lining the passage raised suspicion among the clones.

The lack of opposition made their progress unnervingly smooth, though it left Scorch feeling a tinge of disappointment. Known for his explosive expertise, he yearned for the opportunity to ignite chaos and send droids and bugs alike flying in a symphony of destruction. But for now, the path remained clear, and they cautiously pressed forward, their gazes fixated on the colossal silhouette of the core ship in the distance.

Their optimism, however, was swiftly met with an unwelcome sight. As they reached the entrance, a shimmering barrier materialized before them, barring their passage. Fixer's sharp eyes immediately identified the problem. "The door is shielded, sir," he reported, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "Looks like we'll have to find an alternate route."

Sev, ever the embodiment of fierce determination, growled in defiance. "Damn, droids! Let us through!" His frustration was shared by the rest of Delta Squad, who knew that the enemy would not willingly grant them access to their objective. It became apparent that the door's concealed location prevented them from calling in gunship support, leaving them no choice but to seek an alternative entrance.

Their attention shifted to a heap of debris strewn haphazardly nearby—a potential means to circumvent the shielded obstacle. Scorch's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and mischievous intent. "Debris blocking our path, Boss," he announced, his voice betraying his eagerness. "We need to detonate the rocks to get through." Scorch said before quickly adding, "And I'm not just saying that just because I love to blow up stuff up."

"Yes, you are..." Sev jabbed.

Scorch set about his work, meticulously planting detonation charges on the pile of rubble. Once satisfied with their placement, he retreated to a safe distance, ensuring his survival. Boss's stern expression held a mixture of resolve and caution as he gripped the detonator in his hand.

"Stand back Deltas!"

With a deliberate press of his thumb, the charges erupted in a thunderous explosion. The resounding blast reverberated through the canyon, showering the area with a rain of rock fragments and dust.

The path was now clear, albeit marred by the aftermath of their explosive entry. As the dust settled, Delta Squad advanced into the new entrance—a narrow and winding canyon that veered off from the main route. The passage was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of distant machinery. Shadows danced along the canyon walls, casting an aura of both mystery and danger.

As the squad emerged on the other side, the air grew heavy with an unsettling atmosphere. What lay before them was not merely the aftermath of a skirmish; it was a massacre.

Delta Squad cautiously advanced through the treacherous terrain of the enclosed canyon. Their boots crunched on the sand as they weaved their way through the grim tableau of destruction. The lifeless bodies of clone troopers littered the ground, a macabre mosaic of fallen comrades. Some lay intact, their armor bearing the battle scars of a fierce engagement, while others were dismembered, their severed limbs scattered haphazardly.

The air was heavy with the acrid scent of scorched metal and charred flesh. Scorch craters scarred the landscape, testimony to the brutal impact of explosives. The remnants of flame weapons left blackened patches, their heat having consumed all in their path. It was a haunting sight, a graveyard of fallen warriors.

And amidst the devastation, the most striking detail was the copious amount of blood. It pooled around the fallen clones, forming grotesque rivers that meandered through the canyon. The crimson liquid seemed to seep into every crevice, painting the scene with a macabre intensity. It was as if the blood itself held a malevolent presence, a witness to the horrors that had transpired.

Scorch, usually brimming with enthusiasm for destruction, stood frozen in shock, his eyes wide as he surveyed the gruesome tableau. "Woah... it's a massacre," he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the eerie silence.

Sev, known for his keen observations, took note of the conspicuous absence of droid bodies amidst the sea of fallen clones. "Not a single dead clanker or bug in sight... How did this happen?" he pondered aloud, his gaze scanning the desolate battlefield in search of answers.

Boss, ever vigilant, felt a knot of unease tighten in his gut. Something was amiss, and he knew it. "Proceed with caution, Deltas. Something isn't right here," he cautioned, his voice betraying a tinge of concern.

The squad moved forward with measured steps, their senses heightened, and their weapons at the ready. As they approached one of the fallen clones, Delta Squad gained a clear view of the wounds that had been inflicted upon their fallen comrade. The sight was jarring, for the injuries defied explanation.

"These wounds... they're unlike anything I've seen before," Fixer whispered, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and unease.

The wounds bore no resemblance to the seared and cauterized injuries typically caused by blaster bolts. Instead, they appeared fresh, as if inflicted by a different kind of weapon altogether. The entrance wounds were small and precise, indicating a projectile of considerable force, while the exit wounds were grotesque, tearing through the clone's armor and leaving a gruesome scene in its wake. It was as if a savage force had torn through the trooper's body, leaving behind a trail of devastation.

The revelation puzzled the Deltas. No known droid weapon, nor any Geonosian armament, could have caused such profound damage to the clones' durable plasteel armor. The very thought sent a chill down their spines. What sort of weapon could possess such terrifying power?

As the squad exchanged bewildered glances, a thunderous gunshot echoed through the canyon, shattering the silence. A bullet whizzed perilously close to Delta Squad, striking the wall behind them with a resounding impact. The sniper's presence was now irrefutable.

"Ah piss!" A voice somewhere cursed.

"Sniper! Take cover!" Boss barked, his voice laced with urgency. The commandos dove for the nearest available shelter, seeking refuge behind boulders and debris, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Boss swiftly activated the squad's comm system, contacting Sev, their resident sniper specialist. "Sev, do you have eyes on the sniper?" he inquired, his tone a mix of concern and determination.

"I'm working on it..." Sev replied, his voice strained with the weight of his task. Peering cautiously over his cover, he strained to locate the elusive enemy. But to his dismay, he found nothing. The sniper's position remained concealed, hidden amidst the elevated rock formations.

Another shot rang out, causing Sev to instinctively duck, narrowly avoiding the projectile as it grazed the top of his cover. "Dammit! I can't see where the droid is!" he growled in frustration, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the elusive assailant.

At that moment, a metallic and accented voice resonated through the canyon. "I'm gonna blow the inside of your head all over four counties!" the sniper droid taunted.

Scorch couldn't help but interject, "That droid has a weird voice..."

Undeterred by the sniper's taunts, Boss cautiously peered out from his cover, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of the assailant. With each passing second, the weight of the situation pressed upon him, and he knew that every decision carried dire consequences. Finally, amidst the rocky terrain, he spotted a faint muzzle flash from the top of the canyon. The sniper's position was revealed, but it was a challenging target, obscured by the elevation.

Boss relayed his plan to his team, his voice firm and resolute. "Deltas, the enemy sniper is located! Here's the plan: two of us will provide suppressing fire while the rest make their way toward the entrance."

Sev and Scorch nodded in acknowledgment, readying their weapons for the impending engagement. Sev deftly attached a sniper attachment to his DC-17m, while Scorch tightened his grip on his blaster, determination etched across his face.

"The target's position is on top of the canyon. On my signal..." The boss ordered, his voice cutting through the tension that hung in the air. The squad held their breath, their senses heightened, awaiting the moment of action. After a few heart-stopping moments of anticipation, Boss's voice pierced the silence, "Now!"

In perfect synchrony, Boss and Fixer burst from their cover, sprinting toward the entrance with unwavering determination. Simultaneously, Sev and Scorch, still concealed behind their shelters, unleashed a barrage of blaster fire toward the sniper's position atop the canyon. Scorch's shots whizzed past the agile sniper, who skillfully evaded the onslaught.

Sev, his trained eye locked onto the sniper's head, momentarily found himself questioning the curious sight of a droid wearing a hat. But there was no time for such thoughts; the enemy had to be eliminated.

With unwavering focus, Sev squeezed the trigger, releasing a laser shot hurtling through the air toward the sniper's position. To his astonishment, the sniper droid tilted its head at the last moment, narrowly evading the lethal shot. This split-second distraction proved to be all the sniper needed to counterattack. In a swift retaliatory move, it unleashed a return shot toward Sev, who had little room to dodge. The bullet found its mark, piercing through his shield and armor, eliciting a cry of pain from the valiant commando.

Gritting his teeth against the searing pain, Sev clutched his bleeding shoulder, his determination undimmed. "I'm hit!" he called out, his voice a testament to his resilience.

"Sev!" Scorch cried out, his shock and concern palpable. Taking cover once more, Scorch braced himself as another sniper shot narrowly missed its mark.

"You call that snipin'? Hahahahaha!" The enemy droid sniper taunted at them.

Meanwhile, Boss and Fixer, their progress momentarily halted by the shielded door that guarded the entrance, stared in dismay as the shield suddenly dissipated, leaving them vulnerable and exposed.

The large door slid open revealing a small squad of droids poised for battle. Two B1 battle droids, one wielding a rocket launcher and the other a flamethrower, stood side by side. An OOM command droid, wearing a gas mask and armed with a rocket launcher of its own, aimed with calculated precision. A BX commando droid, armed with a grenade launcher, stood ready to unleash havoc. And towering above them all, a formidable B2-Super Battle Droid, inexplicably wielding a rotary cannon, emanated an air of formidable menace.

The droids' weapons were trained on the two Delta members, and if they had faces, they would surely be smirking in smug satisfaction. The OOM command droid, its helmet concealing its photoreceptors, sneered at the commandos before them.

"This Battle Droid has kicked your ass back to Kamino!"

'Oh kriff...' Boss and Fixer's hearts raced as they sprinted for cover, uttering curses under their breath. The odd group of droids unleashed a barrage of projectiles and flames, their deadly accuracy evident.

The whizzing slug bullets came perilously close, grazing the armor of the clone commandos as they desperately sought refuge. The sheer speed of the slug rounds made them a formidable challenge to evade, surpassing the velocity of their standard blaster rounds from the DC-17ms. The fact that the slug bullets were invisible further complicated matters, as the clone commandos struggled to discern their trajectory and pinpoint the source of the shots.

With a surge of adrenaline, Boss dove behind a sturdy rock formation just in time to evade the relentless onslaught of the B2 Super Battle Droid's minigun. The menacing droid's laughter echoed through the canyon, its emotions more pronounced than the other B2s.

"YAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH! Now it's coward-killing time!" the B2 Super Droid jeered, its voice dripping with sadistic delight. It continued to unleash a storm of bullets, ruthlessly shredding the surroundings. "HAHAHAHA! CRY SOME MORE!"

Undeterred, the other members of Delta Squad fought valiantly, their combat instincts honed through countless battles. They had faced relentless opposition before—the unyielding hordes of droids, the formidable Geonosian Warriors—but this was unlike anything they had encountered.

A thunderous explosion reverberated through the air, shaking the very ground beneath them. Scorch let out a startled yelp as a Commando Droid strategically lobbed grenade pills toward their position. The concussive force of the explosions partially destroyed their sturdy rock cover, sending debris flying in all directions. The ground trembled beneath them, adding to the chaos of the battlefield.

"W-when I said I love blowing things up, I ONLY LOVE IT WHEN THE ENEMY IS GETTING THE SHORT END OF IT!" Scorch exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of exhilaration and fear. Seeking refuge behind a massive boulder, he tightened his grip on his blaster, ready to retaliate.

"Just shut up and keep firing!" Sev shouted above the cacophony, his voice tinged with urgency. From his vantage point, he squeezed off precise shots at the Commando Droid, attempting to disrupt its assault. However, the Commando Droid's drunken yet calculated movements allowed it to find cover, evading Sev's determined shots. In a split second, Sev instinctively ducked down to avoid a barrage of incoming bullets, their whistling sound grazing past him.

The rest of Delta Squad found themselves locked in a relentless struggle against the unknown droids. The sheer unpredictability of their adversaries, with their relentless explosions of grenades and rockets, put the clone commandos at a significant disadvantage. Questions raced through their minds—were these unfamiliar droids a new variant, armed with advanced weaponry? What capabilities did they possess?

"JUST HOW MANY ROCKETS DOES THAT THING HAVE!?" Scorch exclaimed, a mixture of awe and frustration coloring his voice. He was referring to the B1 Battle Droids, who seemed to possess an infinite supply of rockets, launching them with unwavering determination.

Boss, his mind racing, quickly assessed the situation. He realized that the rockets were not necessarily intended to destroy their cover but rather to disorient and suppress them, making it difficult to mount a counterattack. The battlefield had turned into a chaotic symphony of explosions, bullets, and flames, pushing Delta Squad to its limits.

Just what kind of droids are they facing?!

While Clone Commandos were known as the best of the best, they found themselves completely unprepared for the sheer bullshittery and tomfoolery of these Battle Droids. These droids seemed impervious to their tactics, adapting quickly and countering their every move. The constant onslaught of slug bullets, rockets, and grenades made it impossible for Delta Squad to make any progress.

The droids in question were a formidable group: two B1 Battle Droids equipped with a Rocket Launcher and a flamethrower, a B2 Super Battle Droid armed with a minigun, and a cunning BX-Commando Droid. These adversaries had brought Delta Squad's mission to a standstill, pushing them back and making any further advancement nearly impossible.

As if the droids' skill and firepower weren't challenging enough, Delta Squad also faced a perplexing phenomenon. Whenever they managed to land hits on the droids, an unseen source projected a red beam that miraculously healed them, undoing any damage inflicted. Delta Squad was left bewildered, unable to focus on the mission at hand while constantly being attacked by the relentless droids.

"This isn't like the simulations," Boss muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. The squad needed a breakthrough, a way to counter these droids' relentless assault. Just as they were contemplating their options, a transmission crackled through their comm link.

"/Delta Squad, what's going on?/" their advisors inquired.

"Sir, we're pinned down!" Boss shouted, his voice filled with urgency. Another rocket slammed into their cover, and he could hear the mocking laughter of the droids. "We need air support!"

"/Roger that. Sending in a Gunship for air support!/"

Delta Squad continued their struggle, seeking refuge behind whatever cover they could find, while the droids jeered and taunted them. They unleashed a barrage of blaster fire, but the TF2 Droids proved to be formidable opponents, pushing the battle-hardened commandos to their limits.

Sev, always resourceful, prepared a grenade launcher module on his DC-17m. He took aim at the B2-Super Battle Droid and the B1-Battle Droid with the flamethrower, ready to make a decisive strike. Just as he was about to fire, a message came through from the Gunship pilot.

"/Gunship is here, sir!/"

The squad breathed a collective sigh of relief as they heard the approaching sound of the LAAT Gunship. It was a long-awaited arrival of much-needed reinforcements.

"Ah yeah! The cavalry has arrived!" Scorch exclaimed with a wide grin.

"Finally..." Sev sighed with relief, his grip on the grenade launcher module easing. "Let's see how these clankers like a taste of their own medicine."

Little did they know that they were about to face more than just chaotic droids with slugthrowers. As the Gunship came into view, one of the Command Droids wielding a rocket launcher spotted it and called out to its comrades.

"Ready for that charge, Doc!"

The B1-Battle Droid with the peculiar weapon activated a strange charge and directed a beam of energy at the OOM-Command Droid. Delta Squad watched in stunned silence as they witnessed the rocket launcher glowing red, crackling with lightning-like energy.

"What the..." Scorch muttered, his eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight.

The B1-Battle Droid laughed maniacally and shouted in a foreign language, "Auf Wiedersehen, Schweinehunds!"

The OOM-Command Droid joined in the taunting, declaring, "You sissified maggot scum have just signed your death warrants!"

Before any of Delta Squad could react, the OOM-Command Droid unleashed a volley of four consecutive rockets towards the Gunship. The droids' weapons seemed to possess some sort of critical damage capability, resulting in devastating impact. The first rocket struck the Gunship's right wing, causing it to buckle under the force. The second rocket found its mark on the engine, causing it to erupt in a fiery explosion. The third rocket crashed into the right side of the Gunship, tearing apart the door and claiming the lives of the unfortunate passengers within. And finally, the fourth rocket hit the cockpit, instantly killing the pilot.

Delta Squad watched in horror as the Gunship spiraled out of control, crashing somewhere out of sight. An explosion followed, filling the air with a plume of smoke and debris.

"You've got to be kriffing kidding me..." Sev muttered in disbelief, his voice filled with a mix of shock and anger.

The Clone Commandos stood frozen, their minds struggling to process the catastrophic turn of events. Unbeknownst to them, a BX-Commando Droid had taken advantage of their stunned state. With calculated precision, it had launched a couple of spike ball-like bombs towards their position, landing silently amidst the chaos. Delta Squad remained unaware of the imminent danger as the bombs settled near their cover and at their feet.

As realization dawned upon them, it was already too late. The distinctive beeping sound of the primed explosives reached their ears, and their eyes widened beneath their helmets. The bombs were primed and ready to detonate.

"DELTAS! GET OUT OF—" Boss's warning was cut short as the world around them erupted in a fiery orange blaze with the laughter of the BX-Commando Droid echoed through the air.

—X—

"This sucks..." Streak, a B1 Battle Droid with a cap and headset, slouched against the wall outside the entrance of the storage rooms in the Core ship. The weight of boredom pressed upon him as he absentmindedly tossed a baseball up and down in his hand. It was a name he had given himself a few months ago after the Commander had encouraged them to personalize their identities.

Inside the storage rooms, the rest of Team Fortress Battle Droids lazed about, each engaged in their pursuits. They had been ordered by the Commander to retreat to the core ship following their intense clash with the battalion of clones earlier. However, Chief had been left behind to orchestrate a "special welcome party" for an unidentified guest. Streak couldn't fathom the details of this peculiar event, but he trusted the Commander's judgment. After all, he had already spilled his fair share of clone blood that day. Perhaps OOM-117 was facing off against a group of elite special forces, or some other formidable adversary. Streak took solace in the fact that his comrade was capable and well-equipped for the task at hand. For now, their duty was to guard the core and await further orders.

Yet, a distant explosion reverberated through the hallways, interrupting the lull of idleness. Streak's audial receptors perked up, and he couldn't help but wonder if that resounding boom was the very "special welcome party" the Commander had mentioned. Curiosity ignited within him, tempting him to venture forth and investigate. But he quickly dismissed such thoughts; it wasn't his place to question or interfere with the Commander's decisions. He refocused his attention on the baseball, its rhythmic ascent, and descent mirroring the ebb and flow of his thoughts.

Minutes stretched into hours as Streak continued his vigil outside the storage rooms, guarding the core ship with a mixture of diligence and ennui. The monotony gnawed at him, and he yearned for some form of engagement to break free from the tedium. And then, a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Hey, Streak!" a fellow B1-Scout Droid called out, assuming a playful stance with his hand extended. Streak turned his gaze towards the comrade, a glimmer of anticipation flickering within his photoreceptors.

"Rock. Paper. Scissors!" the droid declared, challenging Streak to a game.

At that moment, Streak's circuits tingled with a spark of excitement, grateful for this fleeting respite from the monotony. With a nod, he responded, "Alright!"

—(Back to what is Important!)—

Outside the other entrance of the Core Ship, the smoke from the explosion dispersed, revealing the gruesome aftermath for the Republic Commando Team. It was a scene of utter devastation, and they had not emerged unscathed.

Scorch lay on the ground, his body severely injured. He had lost his left arm and both his legs in the blast. The pain was excruciating, and he found himself longing for an end to this nightmare.

Boss, unfortunately, had been closest to the explosion and had paid the ultimate price. The force of the blast had torn him apart, scattering his body parts across the battlefield. Among the debris, his visor helmet lay scorched and cracked, a stark reminder of his demise.

Sev, the team's fiercest and most aggressive member, had managed to evade the explosion just in time. From his cover, he attempted to retaliate by launching a grenade at the droids. However, his actions were swiftly thwarted when the B1 Battle Droid-wearing Gas mask with the flamethrower deflected the grenade back towards him.

The grenade should not have been enough to kill Sev, considering his shields and armor. However the grenade glowed red as it hurtled towards him. The distraction was enough for the grenade to strike him, reducing him to a gory mess of flesh and bone. Sev's life had been snuffed out by a mere B1 Battle Droid armed with a flamethrower.

Fixer, the Splicer Expert of the team, had met an equally unfortunate fate.... But how he died... was fucking bullshit beyond reason!

The Splicer Expert had initially avoided the explosion by vaulting over his cover. But fate had a cruel twist in store for him.

He fell victim to a single syringe.

A. FUCKING. SYRINGE!

But the syringe that was inexplicably glowing red. Whatever was contained within that syringe, it proved to be lethal beyond belief that it is able to cause such brutality.

In his final moments, Fixer had evaded the explosion, only to be brutally slain by the droid responsible for healing the B2 Super Battle Droid. Emerging from cover, the droid had fired the glowing red syringe, causing Fixer to explode into pieces.

All that remained of him were his lower torso and legs, a gruesome sight to behold.

Scorch, lying on the ground, gazed up at Fixer's lifeless body. His usual enthusiasm for explosions had dissipated entirely, replaced by a seething fury and anger. He blamed these droids for the loss of his team. With an air of resignation, he spoke to the approaching odd droids, their Geonosian allies flanking them, clicking and snarling in defiance.

"What are you waiting for? Just get it over with," Scorch sneered, his voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance.

The odd droids seemed poised to comply with his request, but the Geonosian Elite Warrior raised a hand, signaling them to halt. Turning to his right, the warrior placed his finger and thumb on his mouth and emitted a piercing whistle.

"Mphm?"

Scorch was puzzled by this gesture and slowly turned his head to the right, where his gaze with one of the droids: A B1 Battle Droid wearing a gas mask stood before him, gripping a flamethrower. Panic surged within Scorch as he witnessed the Geonosian warrior gesture a slashing motion across his own throat, directing the droid's attention towards Scorch. The gas mask-wearing droid nodded eagerly, pointing the flamethrower directly at Scorch.

"No... no... no!!!" Scorch screamed, terror consuming him. He desperately reached for his sidearm, only to realize it was a few feet away from his grasp.

There was no time to react as the droid unleashed a torrent of flames upon him. The searing heat enveloped Scorch, causing excruciating pain to surge through his body. He thrashed about in a futile attempt to escape the consuming fire, but it was in vain. The flames continued to devour him, each agonizing second stretching into eternity as he was slowly cooked alive.

—(Bobby (RED B1-Pyro Droid) POV—

The friendly insect men Bobby, asking for his help.

Bobby was always eager to help people! Especially sad people!

It is as his Commander had programmed him to do: bring smiles and joy to others! He had already witnessed the magnificent power of his rainbow-colored bubbles from his beautiful Rainblower, turning sad faces into joyful ones. The Clone Troopers, who initially wore identical white armor with somber expressions, were now laughing and reveling in the vibrant hues of the rainbow.

However, there was one Clone Trooper who remained sad. Perhaps he had accidentally injured his toe or felt lonely after his fellow soldiers fell asleep after being engulf with rainbows and bubbles! The nice bug people urged Bobby to use his bubbles and rainbows to cheer up the despondent trooper! So he did! He will do it!

But to Bobby's surprise, the sad trooper with the unique armor vehemently rejected the idea. Tears streamed down his visor as he cried out, "No! Bubbles are mean! Rainbows are bad!"

*LE GASP*

How could anyone think that bubbles and rainbows were anything but good?! Streak, another one of Bobby's friends, had a similar fear of rainbows. But that was simply absurd! Bubbles and rainbows were harmless and brought joy! Bobby will to show the sad trooper the happiness that could be found in their colorful embrace!

Let the bubbles and rainbows embrace your sadness little clone! Bobby is here to make you happy!

Bobby unleashed a spray of rainbows and bubbles all around the crying trooper. Gradually, the cries of sadness transformed into laughter and jubilation. Bubbles and rainbows enveloped the trooper, and Bobby chuckled gleefully as he continued to shower him with the joyous display. He watched as the trooper thrashed on the candy-coated ground, his helmet face twisting from a frown to a beaming smile. Bobby couldn't contain his own laughter as the bubbles and rainbows worked their magic, banishing the sadness forever.

"Weeeeee! Weeeee!! Weeeeeeeee!!" The once-sad trooper's helmet transformed into a radiant smile as he joyfully cavorted amidst the surrounding rainbows.

See? Rainbows are indeed wonderful! Bobby was overjoyed to have been able to help, spreading happiness with his bubbles and rainbows.

—X—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Scorch's agonized screams echoed through the air as the searing flames consumed his body. Every fiber of his being burned with intense pain, and he desperately cried out, yearning for someone to end his suffering. He wished for nothing more than a swift death, to escape the relentless torment. But as the seconds dragged on, he realized that his pleas fell on deaf ears. The droids and bugs surrounding him remained indifferent, unaffected by his desperate cries.

The audience, composed of Geonosians and droids, watched the horrifying spectacle with a range of emotions. The Geonosians chirped and clicked with glee, finding satisfaction in the sight of the Clone Commando being consumed by flames. To them, it was a poetic justice for the Republic invaders who had mercilessly killed their brood and warriors. Their joy was particularly aimed at Sev, the one clone who seemed to revel in the destruction and suffering he caused. If Sev were still alive, the Geonosians would have relished the opportunity to subject him to prolonged agony, a fitting retribution for his actions.

Even the author, crafting this segment, felt a sense of unease and acknowledged the cruelty of the scene in the context of Star Wars. However, given the crossover nature of this story, intertwining Team Fortress 2, SFM, Gmod, and Star Wars, this level of brutality felt relatively mild compared to what the author had in mind for the future chapters. Some characters, driven by their own motivations, wouldn't hesitate to inflict pain and suffering upon the Republic forces.

Meanwhile, other droids in the audience were disturbed by the gruesome spectacle unfolding before them. If they had mouths, they would have surely vomited at the sight. Chief, the leading droid, shared their sentiments, acknowledging that even for him, this was a disturbing turn of events.

Just as Chief was grappling with these conflicting emotions, a transmission crackled through his comms. He accepted the call, recognizing the voice of his commanding officer. "/Chief, did you deliver the 'Special Welcome Party' as planned?/"

"Yes, sir! We executed the plan successfully!" Chief reported, his voice tinged with a mixture of satisfaction and pride. Meanwhile, Scorch's anguished screams continued to serve as a chilling backdrop.

"/Hahahaha! Excellent! Now, rally your team and return to the core ship. We will be departing in approximately ten minutes!/" the commander ordered, his voice filled with sadistic delight.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Chief replied with unwavering obedience. He glanced at his fellow droids and addressed them, "All right, men, our mission is accomplished. Let's regroup and head back to the core ship. And, Bobby, you can cease your actions now."

"Mphm!" Bobby nodded, bringing an end to his relentless onslaught of flames. He joined the rest of the team, ready to retreat.

With their objectives fulfilled, the group began their retreat towards the core ship, the Geonosians following in their wake. As they made their way back, the charred corpse of the Clone Commando remained sprawled on the ground, an eerie silence surrounding it. The flames that had engulfed Scorch's body flickered intermittently, casting an unsettling glow upon his lifeless form.

—(Most remains the same until to the ending of the chapter)—

Pain seared through Scorch's body as he slowly opened his eyes, the harsh light causing a momentary distortion of his vision. He groaned, his senses slowly returning to him. A voice, filled with compassion and concern, reached his ears.

"Easy," the voice said soothingly, "You're still receiving medical care."

As his vision gradually cleared, Scorch found himself lying in a sterile medical room. The walls were lined with rows of beds, each occupied by injured clones and Jedi who were being tended to by diligent medical droids and medi-clones. The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, a constant reminder of the countless battles fought by the Republic.

His gaze shifted towards the Clone Advisor, the one who had issued the orders that led to the demise of his team. Scorch's anger flared, and he mustered his strength to confront the Clone.

"Delta-62," he rasped, his voice strained and filled with accusation, "What in blazes happened out there-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Scorch gasped for air, desperation evident in his voice, "You... you didn't tell us about those blasted droids!"

His accusations hung in the air, confusion clouding the Clone Advisor's face.

"What droids are you talking about?" the Clone Advisor demanded, his brow furrowed in bewilderment.

Scorch pressed on, his voice trembling with emotion, "Those droids... the ones that mercilessly slaughtered my squad! Boss, Sev, Fixer! They're all dead! And you kept us in the dark about them!"

Overwhelmed by frustration and grief, Scorch thrashed against the restraints of the medical equipment, desperate to reach the Clone Advisor. Medics and doctors rushed to his side, striving to hold him down and prevent any further harm.

"Restrain him!" one of the medics shouted, struggling to maintain control over the enraged clone.

"You're to blame!" Scorch rasped, his anger seething, "You led my team to their deaths!"

With a sense of urgency, the medical team swiftly administered a sedative, gradually calming Scorch's agitated state. Exhausted, he surrendered to the effects of the medication, slipping into a deep slumber. As his consciousness faded, his final words escaped as a mere murmur.

"You... you caused this... my... team..." he sighed, his voice dissolving into the realm of sleep.

The Clone Advisor stood in silence, his gaze fixed on the sedated commando, a tumultuous mix of guilt and confusion etched on his face. The Jedi present in the room mirrored his expression, grappling with their own concerns.

"What transpired out there?" one of the Jedi inquired, seeking answers to the trauma that had befallen Delta-62. "Could it have been the result of some new Separatist weapon?"

"It was the droids," the Clone Advisor replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I have no knowledge of the specific droids he mentioned. Our intelligence did not prepare us for... whatever it was."

The Jedi pondered the situation, their thoughts drifting into deep contemplation. Their eyes eventually shifted to the slumbering Clone Commando, a sense of foreboding filling the room.

"Whatever occurred," the Jedi spoke with a somber tone, "it could pose a grave threat to the Republic in the future, and we must be prepared for it."

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A/N: Yeah... this scene was originally intended for the Final Cut before I made significant changes to the chapter in my original draft. In the revamp or current one, Delta Squad survives and would make future's appearances with Richard's shenanigans, but in the original draft, Scorch undergoes a transformation similar to the unfortunate fate of the BLU Spy from EMISIS BLUE and would be less enthusiastic and more cynical. And his love of explosions would become a horrific reminder that caused the death of his team.

So what do you think? Did I make a good choice to cut this from the original draft? Leave your thoughts on the comments below.