When it comes to Isekai Tropes and Reincarnation FanFiction in general, what did you expect to happen in those books or stories based on your overall experience? What did you expect when Richard Mann died and got reincarnated? Is it:

A. MC dies and is reincarnated into an Anime Fantasy Setting with OP Powers, then gains a harem of beautiful and sexy anime girls with huge titties and thighs?

B. MC dies and is reincarnated into an already established franchise with OP Powers then gains a harem from characters of said established franchise?

C. MC dies and is reincarnated then lives his life in his second chance?

*Readers' answers:
A.✔️
B.✔️
C.✔️*

...if you choose all of the above, well...

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-" *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

"Not again! Someone get the firefighter droids!" One of the B1 Battle Droids screamed out to the nearby droids behind him.

"Fire! Fire! Fire in the hanger!"

"Someone get the fire extinguisher!"

"Roger, Roger!"

...You'd be wrong thinking of that...

Amid the ongoing war that began not too long ago, which is the last chapter since we've established that this is only perhaps hours after the battle of Geonosis, newly appointed CIS Officers are gradually, but slowly adapting to their roles in the Confederate Navy and Army. All of them making plans or assigning tasks for their role in a war that has begun.

This would be stressful for anyone to bear these many responsibilities, especially those who never fought in a war before. But our resident Gmodder/TF2 Player, Richard Mann, is a whole different story, like the one you're reading right now!

Thanks to his extensive knowledge of movies, and TV shows he watched (at most related to the Clone Wars), he quickly took charge as the commander of his vessel, the Standin 1, very smoothly and with ease than his fellow officers could even grasp their new responsibilities. Next, he began making gradual changes to the interior of his ship. At least, changes that wouldn't be too noticeable to his allies... yet.

The obvious change would be the droids of the Munificent Frigate.

Ever since he was given command of the Standin 1, it has become a hotbed (at least for the regular droids inside said ship) of crazy shenanigans. Far from the prying eyes of his superiors or anyone who didn't bother visiting his ship. It involves lots of migraine-inducing, logic-defying nonsense that non-gmodders can't fully comprehend without losing a brain cell or two.

As the RED Team gets accustomed to the ship's interior, Chief, the RED Soldier Droid, is in the hanger bay and standing before a group of droids, both B1 and B2 units, (B) stood in formation. Exuding authority, he begins his routine, which most readers should be familiar with...

OOM-117 shouts, "ATTTEEEEEEEEENNNTTION!"

Chief shouts at the top of his lungs(?) to gain the attention of the Battle Droids that are currently in the hangar, most of them already in formation with their backs straightened.

After getting their attention, the Command Droid surveyed the droids and nodded, satisfied with the result. Thus, he begins drilling the regular droids, just like his master before him.

"If fighting were to result in victory then you must fight!" He says as he walks back and forth in front of the first line of droids, "My Commander said that! And I say he knows a little more of fighting than you do pal because we learned from it!!" He continues his drill speech, to the thousands of Battle Droids, after he pokes one of the droids' heads before he stops.

"Then he perfected it so that no living droid or man would best him in the ring of honor!" Chief proclaims before he faced them before again grabbing the two thermal detonators behind his back while saying, "Then he used his fight money to buy two of every animal on Earth and then he herded them onto a boat, and then he beat the crap out of every single one." He mimes a walking motion with the grenades before clashing them against each other for emphasis, which causes the in-front droids to step back in anticipation the detonators would blow up, but it didn't happen.

OOM-117 puts the grenades away, laughing to himself.

"Hehehehe..." But he stops himself and quickly continues, "...And from that day forward, anytime a bunch of animals is in one place, it's called a ZOO!" He shouts up close and personal to one of the B1 Battle Droids who steps back in slight fear of this...

"...Unless it's a farm." He says after he leans back, with a less energetic tone.

The Thousands of Droids look at each other confused by the speech that was given to them by this unusual droid, who so happens to be the so-called Second in Command of Commander Mann.

"Now!" Chief shouted, which made the droids focus their attention on him once me, "The Commander has placed me in charge of ensuring that all of you are in tip-top shape! He wants soldiers ready for battle! Not cannon fodder made to be disposable! He wants cannon fodder which is dangerous and less disposable!

One B1 Battle Droid raises his hand, "Um... sir, aren't we built to be " He gets a pie splattered on his face faster than he could calculate. Where did that come from?

"SHUT YOUR TRAP, MAGGOT! DON'T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO!" Chief yelled which caused the B1 Battle Droid, who had a pie splay on his face, to flinch in fear and stay silent, "As I was saying, Commander Mann wants combat-capable troops not adequate capable troops! So it's my job that you maggots will be more lethal than any of your predecessors! The Republic maggots will think twice about ever fighting you, and I will train you the same way our commander taught us! He didn't call us disposable, he treated me and my squad like actual soldiers! He wants what is best for us when this war begins! Not toy soldiers to be destroyed when he's angry or messes around! No... he is what a commander officer should be to both organic and droids!"

This inspires the droids. The idea that their organic commanding officer is looking out for them and ensuring they're in tip-top condition makes them respect the unusual commander.

"Now that I got that out of the way... " OOM-117 glared at them and yelled, "DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!"

"Roger, Roger!" The droid replied in affirmative did just that and began doing push-ups as the unusual droid commanding officer yelled at them all the way, even the hulking B2s are doing push-ups. And despite being a successor of the B1s, somehow OOM-117 made himself terrifying for even the B2-Super Battle Droids...

...it's because he keeps on yelling at them nonstop.

"...YOU CALL THAT A PUSH-UP, YOU ROBUST MAGGOT?! I'VE SEEN GONK DROIDS DO BETTER PUSH-UPS THAN YOU! HELL! OUR GONK DROID DOES BETTER PUSH-UPS!"

"Gonk!"

"YOU'RE WELCOME!"

...anyways, as for the other RED Droids in the hanger, there were two other RED B1-Soldiers with OOM-117, observing Chief's antics with pride (even joining him in training the droids with all the yelling) while the regs, as the TF2fied droids like to call them, express a simultaneous sense of fear and uncertainty. Probably because of how Chief is presenting himself as unhinged and unstable to regular droids before him which left many wondering why he is the way he is. And it doesn't have anything to do with their commander.

"...Yer arses arse and I'm the grass man, punk yeah ya havin' heathen." A BX-Demo Droid slurred, lying on his back on a crate.

"Any one of you, I..." Another BX-Demo Droid belches out.

"Any of you that think ye're better 'n me you're gon' have another thing c-..." the other BX-Demo Droid slurred.

"...How the heck can droids get drunk?" A B1 Battle Droid questioned whether or not he's malfunctioning or what he's seeing is happening.

"I... I'm not sure myself." Another B1 Battle Droid admitted, confirming his friend that, no he's malfunctioning or experiencing an error in his processor. And it is exactly what's happening before the small group of B1 Battle Droids.

On the other part of the hanger RED BX-Demo Droids are lying or leaning on nearby crates, seemingly intoxicated from their constant scrumpy drinking. The local droids wonder how could droids even get intoxicated in the first place. Especially for advanced models like the BX-Commando Droids? Isn't that design flaw to make droids easily drunk from drinking? More so, HOW ARE THEY EVEN ABLE TO DRINK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

A mystery yet to be known because trying to make sense or logic of anything that doesn't make sense or logic would lead to eventual migraine and excessive drinking.

Don't believe me? Go ask Trench, yourself! He drinks twice as Demoman now!

Anyways, over in the armory, the B2-Heavy Droids lovingly maintain their Mini-guns, expressing an odd, parental-like affection for their weapons as if said weapons are babies. The sight leaves the other droids somewhat perplexed, questioning why these B2-Super Battle Droids are so attached to their weapons, akin to an owner's love for their pet.

Elsewhere in the ship, Streak and another RED B1-Scout named Blurr are huddled together, browsing the holo.net for some...

*suspicious clicking and typing sounds*

...intriguing data...

"Oh, yeah! Rule 34, baby!" Streak's exclamation reverberated through the room, accompanied by an unmistakably eager tone. All eyes turned toward the holographic screen displaying content that had captured the attention of these curious droids.

Regular droids within earshot exchanged glances of both disgust and bewilderment. What in the galaxy were these droids doing, delving into the depths of some organic... adult site?

...okay, moving on!

"I wish I have a dick, I wanna stick my rod into that ass!"

....I said moving on!

"Shake that Twi'lek ass!" Blurr cheered as well.

MOVING ON!!!

"Ooooh yeah~"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

---[Technical Difficulties! Please Hold!]---

...Alright, I think we've moved past... that.

Now — wait, where are these jars of 'Mad Milk' coming from- oh god, why?! I can see like... 50 of them around those Droids' workplace!

J-just... just how?!

How is that possible!?

...Well...

...dear viewers, enjoy that mental image in your beautiful mind of yours.

The author has no regrets.

Now, behold the RED B1-Pyros, delighting in their fiery antics, while the regular droids seem to have chosen the right option to stay at a safe distance, seemingly wise to steer clear of these pyromaniac bots. Nearby firefighter droids remain on standby, presumably to intervene should the flames go out of control. A tamed spectacle, I dare say, in comparison to the earlier... escapades.

...Letsnotmentionthat.

"Should we extinguish the fire?" one of the B1-Fire Fighter Droids queried, gaze locked on the B1-Pyros lounging around their fiery creation, seemingly entranced by the display of flames.

The other firefighter droid next to him looks as if he's unamused with the idea, and says to his friend.

"...do you want to take that gamble?" his companion retorted a nod of his head directed toward a smoldering burning pile of B1-Fire Fighter Droids. These unfortunate units had dared to extinguish the B1-Pyros' flames, and their fate was evident in the fiery wreckage.

And so, the burning heap served as a warning that inciting the wrath of these gas mask-wearing droids was ill-advised. Extinguishing their fire is a great offense to these Pyromaniac droids.

"...Point quite well taken," the cautious response acknowledged.

"Let's hope it doesn't spread..." another Fire-Fighter Droid stated, looking cautiously at the flames the odd droids have started.

"MPHM!" The B1-Pyros cheered as they clapped in joy to the flames.

—X—

As for our Gmodder/TF Player, Richard Mann is comfortably seated in the command chair aboard Standin 1. The pilot droids work diligently on the ship's control, with the sole RED Team member being a BX-Spy Droid. The droid was casually leaning against a wall opposite Richard's command chair, engrossed in a magazine about knives. On the other side, a T-Series Tactical Droid is standing beside Richard's command chair and is absorbed in the contents of a datapad provided by superiors. By superiors, he means Commander Richard Mann...

...Richard has a feeling that if the droid can make an expression, the tactical droid would express confusion and uncertainty.

"Commander," the Tactical Droid's synthesized voice intones, "The upgrades you are requesting for the ship will require a considerable amount of time. Furthermore, your requisition exceeds the budget allocated for your current rank as a newly promoted officer."

Of course, the Tactical Droid had to act like a spoilsport, the sort of by-the-book, arrogant nerd that Richard often referred to. And to be fair, the droid wasn't entirely wrong. Richard had been promoted to Commander just a few hours ago, and here he was, making requests for upgrades and implementations to Standin 1. It was only natural that the droid assumed Richard was seeking authorization from higher-ranking officials like Admiral Trench. After all, such requests were typically reserved for individuals with higher ranks, which meant that Richard didn't quite have the privilege to make such demands just yet.

At least that's the initial thought for the Tactical Droid, who only follows logic until Richard speaks.

"Yeah? I know! That's why I'm asking you to give this information to the Engineer of this ship!"

"You're requesting the completion of this order by Droid Engineers? It is illogical to assume that they possess the necessary design and programming capabilities to execute these upgrades efficiently, particularly within the constraints of our limited timeframe." The Tactical Droid couldn't comprehend the reasoning behind Richard's request, which is expected for Non-Gmodders or Non-TF2 Droids.

Bah! Those Engineers are by far the best kind of droids that could upgrade things in a matter of hours! Why couldn't he, oh...

Ah, Richard thought, the droid thinking of regular Battle Droid Engineers. Heh, as expected from Tactical Droids. They're too logical... then again, so are most of the people in Star Wars. Still that droid should follow his orders regardless of how illogical or nonsense it sounds. It may sound unbelievable for people who are grounded in reality, but it is believable for Gmodder like him.

"Just get this order transmitted to our engineers now, maggot!" Richard ordered the Tactical Droid, who didn't flinch at his voice, "Quit your whining and just get it done!"

The Tactical Droid's processors whirr with an overwhelming mixture of frustration and bewilderment, teetering on the precipice of sheer exasperation. The baffling decisions of his organic commander leave him at a loss, pushing the boundaries of his logical circuits. From the meticulous scrutiny of the ship's security systems to the relentless monitoring of Richard Mann's droids, the sheer scale of their nonsensical activities threatens to overload his processors. He has witnessed his droids initiating fires, getting intoxicated, looking through adult holo.net sites, and most perplexing of all, indulging in training and exercises! Engaging in drills that defy the logic of droids' functions. None of it makes any sense! Why are droids partaking in exercises when they have no physiological need for it? It's an enigma beyond the capacity of his programming to fathom.

Richard scrutinized the Tactical Droid, who hesitated for a brief moment before acknowledging the order, "...Yes, sir," he replied in a monotone voice, his metallic fingers swiftly tapping the datapad to relay the instructions to the engineers stationed in the engine and reactor room.

However, even amid the mechanical tone of the droid's response, Richard discerned an undertone that he knew all too well, a tone he had known with his extensive knowledge of Star Wars droids, particularly from his previous experiences with MetaNerd and Geetsly.

The way the droid spoke to him wasn't one of calculated obedience... but in a mutinous tone. Despite his monotone and synthesized voice, he can hear the cries of mutiny coming from this droid.

Richard Mann held back a scoff. It has been a few hours and this droid is already planning to dispose of him. If he were any ignorant commander, he would have missed this. But he's no mere commander... he's not even a normal one at that.

He is Commander Mann, the Unconventional Commander, and he is about to make it abundantly clear.

As the Tactical Droid diligently entered data into the datapad, Richard cast a sideways glance at the BX-Spy droid who leaned casually against the adjacent wall. The RED Team's Spy specialist, skilled in espionage, assassination, and sabotage, had keenly picked up on the tones in the Tactical Droid's voice. He understood what was brewing in the droid's circuits and vowed to ensure that this mechanical insurgence did not go unchallenged.

The BX-Spy nonchalantly set aside his magazine on a nearby control panel and nodded subtly in response to his commander's unspoken directive. A counter-mutiny was in the works, and the Tactical Droid remained blissfully unaware of the impending retribution.

But as Richard thinks of this, he thinks back to what the Tactical Droid said. Despite the mutinous tone, he makes a valid point that they're in a time contrast. Two TF2 Droid Engineers won't be enough to refit the interior of the ship, even with their newfound abilities. Then he thinks of the regular droid engineers in the ship that the Tactical Droid has brought up, during their discussion. And with a single glance of the tool gun on his holster, he already thought of it.

And this just gave our favorite Gmodder an idea!

"It is done." The Tactical Droid stated as he looked up from his data pad.

"Good!" Richard said as he stood up from his chair, and stretched a bit. "...I'll be back."

With those parting words, Richard exited the helm of the bridge. As the Tactical Droid observed his departure, he prepared to take the commander's seat. However, to his irritation, the BX-Spy droid strolled over and casually assumed the position. One leg crossed over the other, he rested an elbow on the armchair with a hand supporting his head, a gesture that took the Tactical Droid by surprise and left him seething with frustration.

"Why are you occupying that seat? It's intended solely for those with commanding authority," the Tactical Droid asserted.

"On the contrary, I'm second-in-command of the RED Team." The BX-Spy Droid said in a sly French accent, "...And that gives me higher authority over you. Now stand there and be a good droid."

If the Tactical Droid could glare, he would. This is such insubordination he can't tolerate.

—X—

Elsewhere on the ship, two B1-Engineers were hard at work, calibrating the ship's engines and main reactors. They were amid significant upgrades for Standin 1, following their commander's orders. Thanks to their TF2 Engineering expertise, these enhancements would be completed in just a matter of hours.

"Alright, the first order of business is to give this ship's thrusters an upgrade, and then we'll move on to the main reactor and shield generator," explained the RED B1-Engineer, Ratchet, to his fellow RED B1-Engineer, Hotrod. "The boss wants this ship to be swift, highly efficient, and incredibly sturdy."
Hotrod, sitting on a nearby crate, raised an important question, "What about the ship's weapons? You didn't mention those."

Ratchet shook his head, replying, "Weapons are on hold for now. The boss wants to keep our operations discreet, especially from prying eyes like Admiral Trench. So, our primary focus is to make this ship as tough as those Providences."

Hotrod, with a hint of concern, pointed out, "But that will take time. Even with both of our expertise and experience, upgrading those engines will take too long, and we're supposed to be deployed to the frontlines in a few hours."

Ratchet managed a metaphorical smirk beneath his inexpressive faceplate, saying, "And that's where we get some assistance."

At that moment, the maintenance bay door slid open. Hotrod and Ratchet turned their heads toward the entrance. Hotrod looked surprised, while Ratchet, if he could express himself, would have worn a metaphorical grin.

Thirty B1-Engineers, all wearing hard hats backward, welding goggles, sporting red patches on their arms with the Engineer Class Insignia, filed in. They stood at ease, ready for action, much like Ratchet. It was clear that they had recently undergone upgrades.

Ratchet greeted them, waving, "Howdy, boys! You've arrived just in the nick of time."

One of the RED B1-Engineer Droids, with a noticeable southern accent, hesitated, "Uh, yeah... I heard the commander wanted us to upgrade the ship?"

"You got it right, partner!" Ratchet affirmed. "I'm sure you're all new to the upgrades the boss has given you!"

The droids chimed in with affirmations, nodding in unison.

"Good," the TF2 Droid addressed the group, "Now, boys, here's the plan..."

—Small Timeskip: 1 Hour—

Richard sauntered confidently through the ship's hallways, his demeanor exuding an air of self-assurance, a sly grin adorning his face. As he departed from the bridge, it was clear to anyone that he had set his master plan into motion. Recognizing the Tactical Droid's concerns of the so-called impossibility (I mean, with everything Gmod and TF2, nothing is impossible), he addressed them. A transmission had been dispatched from the bridge, summoning thirty B1 Battle Droid Engineers to the Maintenance Room.

Their arrival was then followed by a swift and well-practiced dance of upgrades initiated by Richard and his trusty tool gun, transforming them into B1-Engineers with a precision that bordered on the miraculous. The transformations were not just cosmetic; they permeated to the very core of their beings, imprinting them with the functionality of Team Fortress 2 Engineers. These freshly minted engineer droids displayed the telltale signs of newcomers, emitting an unmistakable 'Newbie' energy as they adjusted to their newfound capabilities, their actions tinged with just a hint of uncertainty. As if a new player booted up the game for the first time and decided to play engineer first.

These adjustments had a profound effect on the standard Battle Droid Engineers, making them function akin to the Team Fortress 2 Engineers. Their newfound prowess allowed them to effortlessly upgrade and construct buildings and equipment in the trademark style of TF2 Engineers. These newly minted engineer droids were not only efficient but also significantly faster than their unmodified counterparts. They promised to deliver expedited upgrades to the ship's internal systems, leaving no doubt that Standin 1 would soon be completely transformed, possibly within mere minutes or a few short hours. It's worth noting that Richard had dedicated a full hour to coaching them in the basics before sending them on their way, not that he'd ever admit it.

As Richard returned to the bridge, the door swung open to the helm of his ship. He took in the sight of the BX-Spy Droid casually occupying his command chair while the Tactical Droid berates him. A suppressed chuckle escaped Richard's lips, and although not a word was spoken, the Tactical Droid sensed the amusement in the atmosphere. The BX-Spy Droid seemed unperturbed by the Tactical Droid's metaphorical glare, puffing contentedly on a cigar.

"This is highly illogical," the Tactical Droid intoned with irritation, his voice devoid of emotion. "Vacate that seat! It is reserved exclusively for high-ranking individuals."

The RED BX-Spy Droid nonchalantly flicked a cigarette in the Tactical Droid's direction, a gesture dripping with insolence. "Go to hell, you blocky computer on legs."

Before the Tactical Droid could unleash a reprimand, Richard's arrival stole their collective attention. The BX-Spy Droid promptly vacated the command chair, stepping aside with a courteous gesture, and presenting it to his commanding officer.

"Your chair, Commandant," he announced with a slight bow.

"Thanks!" Richard acknowledged gratefully, swiftly occupying the vacated seat. The BX-Spy Droid nodded, departing the scene, the bridge's doors gracefully sliding open and then closing behind him.

Richard settled into the command chair with a triumphant smirk. The Tactical Droid regarded him with a disdainful glare, his optical sensors emitting digital daggers. The droid's unspoken disapproval meant little to Richard; he was utterly indifferent to the machine's judgments.

Which reminded him...

"Alright, what's the status of the upgrades I requested? I'd wager they're near completion by now," he inquired, his sly grin never wavering.

The Tactical Droid replied with a hint of skepticism and disdain in his monotone voice, "Yes, sir." He walked over to the control panel, reviewing the status of Richard's upgrade requests for the ship's systems and engines.

As the Tactical Droid examined the ship's status, shock and disbelief registered plainly on his mechanical features. Richard watched with an impish grin, enjoying the droid's bewilderment.

"What the?" the Tactical Droid exclaimed, his voice marked by astonishment.

"So, how's progress on the ship's upgrades? Come on, don't keep me waiting!" Richard chided with a knowing grin, barely suppressing his laughter.

The Tactical Droid seemed at a loss, his systems almost appearing to overload. "I... uhhh... This doesn't make sense!" he stammered, struggling to comprehend the astonishing developments.

In response, he turned to the droids manning the ship's consoles, including those overseeing the shields, reactor, and hyperdrive systems. He called upon them, "You! Provide me with the status of the ship's systems!"

"Roger, Roger," the droids responded before looking at their respective console and each reporting the status of their respective systems. Needless to say, their tone is filled with confusion and surprise as they report the ship's status.

"Standin 1's shield capacity has increased... somehow..."

"The ship's weapon systems are active, and, wait... since when did we have missile systems?"

"Wait, why is there more energy capacity in the ship's reactor?"

"Engine systems seem... different. Huh, neat."

"Hyperdrive systems are... wait, when did these consoles change? And why are there two modes: Fast and faster?"

The helmsman's station was abuzz with hushed conversations as the Tactical Droid stood there, aghast, as well as aghast a droid could express. He turned his gaze back to Richard, who continued to wear a triumphant grin.

"H-how?!" the Tactical Droid exclaimed, his voice brimming with incredulity as if his processor teetered on the brink of meltdown.

"Hahaha! I told you I'd get the upgrades I needed!"

The Tactical Droid stood there in shock, continuing to stare at the screen displaying the 'upgraded' ship's status. Richard was pleased to see that the ship had indeed undergone impressive upgrades, with increased energy capacity for the reactors, enhanced shield durability, and capacity, and upgraded thrusters and hyperdrive systems that boasted state-of-the-art TF2/Gmod tech.

By "tech," he meant Gmod nonsense that he had his droids cleverly integrated into the ship's systems. The Droid Engineers had executed their mission to perfection. The entire ship had been upgraded in under an hour, precisely as he had instructed.

While it still wouldn't rival a Venator in terms of firepower and it's not a Capital Ship killer, it was a significant improvement, promising more durability and longevity than a standard CIS Munificent Frigate. Richard had deliberately refrained from requesting upgrades to the ship's weapon systems, avoiding any noticeable changes that might attract unwanted attention from nearby CIS vessels. Perhaps he'd add those upgrades when they entered hyperspace, he mused.

"I'll be in my quarters," Richard announced, rising from his command chair. He cast a fleeting glance at the Tactical Droid, who remained fixated on the screen displaying the ship's status. "I'll leave you in charge for a while. I'll be back.

The Tactical Droid watched Richard depart before returning his attention to the screen, still grappling with the nonsensical reality before him.

"...What the fu-"

—Geonosis, Acclamator-Class Star Destroyer—

It has been a couple of hours after the battle of Geonosis, with the said planet now under the occupation of the Republic military, but that wouldn't last long. However, that's not what you're here for, aren't you? You're not interested in what happened to Geonosis, or what the republic did to the planet and its inhabitants, or the Republic Occupation that followed after the battle, oh no, no, no, no...

...You're here to know what happened with...

"Delta Squad..."

Yep... There it is...

"...What happened out there?"

The Clone Advisor, with his helmet cradled on his side and standing beside Boss' infirmary bed. Beside the advisor is a Jedi, most likely a healer, who uses her force magic thing to heal wounds. Basically, force healing.

Delta Squad, with their armor removed, are in the Medical Bay inside one of the Acclamators orbiting Geonosis. The whole room is filled with wounded clones and Jedi alike. Amongst the injured is the aforementioned Delta Squad, most of them were injured and unconscious when they were found after the battle and their failed mission to destroy the Core Ship.

Boss has woken up a few hours after he and his team were found, and so far was the only one awake to tell the advisor what happened.

"...sir." Boss said, unsure of what he had seen, "...I'm not even sure myself... when we reached the core ship, we engaged some odd battle droids and they beat us but didn't kill us... They are... very unusual..."

"Unusual?" The Clone Advisor questioned, "Unusual how?"

Boss said nothing and only thought back to the fight he and his squad had, and how ridiculous and stupid it was: Taking turns fighting; Nonsense abilities; A fight that was like a frakking holo-game. If he were to tell the Clone Advisor that part he would be seen as insane. He would have to use the video recording that was in his helmet but whatever attack that Battle Droid did in their "duel" broke it beyond repair, so he lost whatever evidence he could use.

The same could be said with the rest of Delta Squad. So Boss has to be as truthful as possible, without sounding like a criminally ill patient.

"I don't know how to put words into it..." Boss admitted, recalling the... odd fight his team had with those droids and how it ended with a droid jumping and turning into a giant boot...

...was he smoking a deathstick before the mission even began?

"...Confederate Boot..." Scorch muttered half-consciously, which broke Boss out of his trance. He, the Jedi, and the Clone Advisor look over at him.

"He has been saying that since he got here..." the Jedi healer says, looking at the Clone Commando.

Just as the Clone Advisor was about to ask more questions, a voice was heard.

"Those... droids..." a raspy voice said.

The Clone Advisor and Clone Commando turned to the speaker. There, just two beds apart from Delta Squad is a Clone, who's covered in bandages from head to toe, his eyes left open, with an IV and other medical equipment connected to him. The Clone was looking at them, and he was looking at them with pure hatred in his eyes. But it wasn't directed at them.

"...You... said they're unusual... How unusual? What made them stand out?" The enigmatic Clone says, looking at Boss.

Boss stared at the burned clone and was in shock by the state the clone was in. How he didn't notice it when he woke up was mostly because he just woke up a few minutes ago before the Clone Advisor came up to him.

Also, the fact he's still reeling over the idea of what he has seen... mainly the stupid and ridiculous fight that led him to his defeat at the hands of the unusual droids.

But we're getting off-topic. Back to Boss looking at the burned-up clone covered in bandages.

Boss observed the many bandages that encompass the whole body, he could see small glimpses through the bandages that perhaps this clone was burned alive but miraculously survived. Bacta wouldn't be able to fix the Clone's body or the burnt wounds it left behind, especially the state he's currently in, Boss thinks in his head.

"...I'll ask again, how unusual?! What made those droids stand out?!" The Clone demanded growling out. Boss and the nearby clones and Jedi were startled.

Boss was silent before answering the Clone's question, "...They use Slugthrower weapons and some of them were wearing some kind of armband."

The bandaged Clone's eyes hardened, "So... it is... them!" The Clone Advisor was surprised and he looked over to Boss.

"Wait... Slugthrowers? What kind of droid did you face? What happened out there-"

"Y-you..." the Clone gasps in for some air, glaring at the Clone Advisor, who turned to look back at him, "...Y-you sent us there, y-you d-didn't tell us anything about those kriffing droids!" He exclaims in his raspy voice.

"What are you talking about, Dent?" The Clone Advisor demanded and was confused by his accusations by the Clone Sergeant.

"Those droids..." Clone Sergeant, Dent, rasped, "...those droids that killed my squad!" His voice cracked and hoarse, "They're all dead! You didn't tell us anything about them!"

The Clone thrashed on his medical as if trying to lunge at the Clone Advisor. But he is being held down by nearby Clone medics, Medical Personnel, and Jedi.

"Hold him down!" The Jedi Healer ordered.

"You did this!" The Clone rasped angrily as he struggled, "You killed my team!"

The doctors quickly sedated him as Dent slowly and surely lost consciousness and fell to slumber, not before muttering.

"You... did this... my... team... gone..." He sighs into sleep.

Boss and the Clone Advisor stared at him and so did the Jedi in the room. The advisor turned to Boss and questioned.

"Boss... if what you described is accurate enough to gain a reaction like that, what kind of droid is he talking about?" The Clone Advisor asks Boss, "Republic intelligence has nothing about... whatever he's saying."

"...The droids I've described look like any droid we've fought." Boss admitted to the Clone, "B1s, B2s and BXs, you name it. What I said is true..."

Boss then remembers a certain detail from the canyon he and his squad fought in. Mainly, the huge piles of clone bodies.

"Sir..." Boss said, "When you found me and my team... did they report anything about the bodies found in the canyon where the Core Ship was?"

The Advisor was silent before replying to the Clone Commando's question, "Yes... there has. Reports claimed that three platoons died trying to storm the Core Ship before you arrived. Other details include... blood, like lots of it. And the cause of death is speculated to be explosions and slug-type weapons."

Boss grimaced and looked away slightly, "Then that means the droids that beat my squad, manage to destroy three whole Platoons of Clones... and last I recall before our defeat, there were only EIGHT of those droids..." Boss missed the shocked look on the Clone Advisor's face, "...if those droids can kill three whole platoons and defeat my squad then..."

He trails off and an eerily tense silence follows afterward. Boss takes one more glance at the sedated Clone Sergeant, a grim reminder of what befalls the clones who are unfortunate to meet the dangerous battle droids.

"...Whatever those droids are, they could be a problem to the republic in the future."

And Boss has a foreboding feeling about those words. And he can't help but feel those words are truer than he thought.

"...Foreshadowing~" Scorch mumbled in his unconscious state, which broke the tension in the air and caused Boss and the others, who were nearby, to look at the unconscious clone commando.

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"Confederate Boot..."

"...Why does he keep saying that??" The Clone Advisor questioned a moment later.

—Back with Richard, Small Timeskip—

"/So.../" the holographic image of Arya begins while looking at him with a sly smile, "/If you outrank me in rank, does that mean I outrank you with a bigger and better ship?/"

"Bah! Hogwash!" Richard exclaims, "No, it doesn't mean you outrank me because of a bigger ship!"

"/Really?/" She raises a teasing eyebrow, "/Last I heard, some officers in the same rank as me have better or bigger ships. So what kind of commander has a munificent as his command ship?/"

"A special kind!" The patriot exclaims to his friend, "I don't know what Trench's game is but I think it's a test! Heh, whatever it is, I'll take the challenge! I'll get this frigate as powerful and durable as a Providence! You will see!"

"/Sure.../" Arya playfully rolls her eyes at Richard's claims, not believing it.

Richard Mann is inside his Captain's quarters, and if you can't tell, he decided to contact Arya. Needless to say, their conversation is anything but casual.

Sometimes he would contact Arya and have a casual chat. A talk between friends. He did talk about his promotion to commander which she expressed to be happy for a friend, and it makes sense for him to have a rank higher than her but would be flabbergasted when she learned Richard is in command of a Munificent Frigate which leads to an interesting discussion.

Anyways, other than a playful banter between two friends who are possibly not lovers or any kind of jazz because this is Wattpad.

"/Richard, I have some questions about the BLU Team..."/ Arya begins after their casual talk with each other.

"Oh? Sure, go ahead! What is it you want to know about them?" Richard gestures to her to answer.

"/Well... can you give me some advice on them?/"

"Advice? On the BLU Team? Sure! What do I need? Were there any pleasant or unpleasant encounters with them?"

"/Well.../"

Arya spends the next hour asking lots of questions about the BLU Team and how she can maintain them and other pieces of advice Arya needs to be aware of. This includes other encounters she had with the BLU Team's antics. Apparently what happened to Arya's side with her band of TF2 Droids isn't all too different from Richard's.

Like the BLU BX-Demos were drunk and lying around at the habitable decks while BLU B1-Soldiers were drilling Battle Droids to keep them in 'shape' so to speak. She even witnessed B1-Pyroes creating fires which she had to reprimand them for.

She seems fortunate that she didn't encounter the BLU B1-Scouts through adult sites.

The other BLU Team Members were manageable so to speak, until they started discussing Arya's resident BLU Medic...

As of now, she's informing Richard that a few hours ago she came across Quick-Fix doing an autopsy on a clone trooper without her permission or knowledge.

"/I'm serious! The clone was alive! He has his heart removed!/" Arya exclaimed to her friend, "/Last I recall battle droids aren't programmed with anything about medical care! Especially autopsy! Maybe Quick-fix, but he has that medi-gun of his I didn't think he was programmed with autopsy!/"
Richard stared at her for a few seconds before asking, "So... how did it go?"

Arya then recalled the moment when she entered the medical bay and she saw Quick-Fix with his... patient.

—Flashback—

"Hahahaha! N-no more! No more!"

"Wait, wait! It gets better!"

Arya stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed as the cut-up Clone that was supposed to be screaming out in pain was just laughing. In the med bay, Arya stood at the doorway where a Clone lay strapped down on a surgical table, chest sliced open with organs twitching and pulsing inside.

Beside the surgical table is Quick-Fix, who holds the Clone's heart in his hands as he tells his story. All a while a blue glowing beam from the medigun overhead kept the laughing clone alive. And this very much shocks Arya to so many extents and raises so many questions: How is that clone alive? Why is he laughing as if he's not missing his heart? When did they have a clone prisoner with them?! What is happening?!

"When the patient woke up, his exoskeleton was missing and the droid was never heard from again!" Quick-Fix finishes the story before laughing wildly, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

The Clone takes a moment to process the joke before similarly laughing.

"Hahahaha!!!" The Clone laughs and bangs his hand into a nearby table of surgical tools.

'...How's any of that FUNNY?!' Arya screams in her thoughts.

"Anyway, that's why I'm not programmed with medical protocols," the Medic-Droid explains as he calms down from the laughter. The Clone's expression changes from amusement to one of great concern. Then a blood-soaked dove pops out of Clone's open chest, splattering blood around as well as surprising Quick-Fix and his patient. Even more so, shocking Arya.

'...WHERE DID THAT BIRD COME FROM?!' Arya screamed in her thoughts.

"Archimedes! No! It's filthy in there."

Quick-Fix shoos the bird away as Clone gives her a confused look.

"Birds." He chuckles as he grabs another contraption with a gauge that reads 'Uber' on it. Before he could explain what he was about to do the Clone spoke...

"Uh... is that your commanding officer?"

"Huh?" Quick-Fix looks at the doorway and just notices Arya standing there slack-jawed. Instead of being startled and perhaps trying to push Arya out of the medical bay, the usual kind you see with questionable characters when they do terrible experiments.

But for Quick-Fix? The Battle Droid merely, metaphorically, smiles and greets her cheerfully, "Ah, Hallo Kapitänin! A surprise to see you here!"

Arya didn't say anything but continued to stare slack-jawed. After a few seconds of not receiving any answers from her, Quick-Fix turns back to his 'patient'.

"Now, where was I? Oh, right." Quick-Fix says before plugging the device into the Clone's heart, and explaining, "Now, most hearts can't withstand this voltage." The droid said before raising it to the Medi-gun, "But I'm certain your heart—"

*BOOM*

The heart explodes, soaking Medic-Droid's chassis red and random pieces striking Archimedes off a piece of machinery, and another piece of the organ...

...slapping Arya in the face and knocking her out of the room due to the momentum.

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Silence filled the room after what happened before the Clone broke the silence.

"...will she be alright?" The Clone asked as if his heart hasn't exploded right in front of him.

"Oh she will be fine!" Quick-Fix casually waves it off, "Its just a piece of your heart that hit her."

"...Do you have a replacement?" The Clone asked.

"Ja! I have it in the fridge, I'll be right back!"

—Flashback Ends—

"/I didn't even know that BLU Team brought a Clone Prisoner with us until I met him at the Medical Bay with his chest wide open and his heart ripped out and later exploded! Also, where did Quick-Fix get the time to get those hearts?!/" Arya exclaims out, the last one referring to the fridge full of hearts inside the med-bay, where Quick-fix made a replacement heart for their clone prisoner.

"Probably after the battle or something." Richard shrugged and leaned back on his chair, unfazed by the information but internally laughing is butt off from Arya's overall reaction to what is technically Meet the Medic, Star Wars edition.

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"/...after knowing you and your droids for months with how insane you guys are. But I didn't think they'd be THIS insane./" Arya said a moment later, rubbing her eyes.

"Is Nice!" Richard chuckles before saying, "Anyways, you don't have to worry about maintaining them. The Droids are very self-sufficient, they'll manage themselves from time to time! Though I'll give you tips if you wish to maintain them for yourself! They're not regular droids after all."

"/Obviously.../" Arya deadpans.

"...As for their antics, you don't have to worry, they know when they will not go too overboard for the sake of your safety and the others' droids."

"/I'll keep that in mind./" Arya smiles at him. She averted her eyes elsewhere before looking up at Richard once more, "/Rick... I didn't get to thank you properly. So, thank you, Rick. You saved my life back at the evacuation of Geonosis. If you haven't send your droids to reinforce me, I don't think I would have made it out of there alive in one piece./"

She looks at him gratefully.

Richard only smiles in turn before saying, "Always there for friend! I'm glad to know my assumptions were correct when the war started. But as always, it's best to be prepared."

"/Yeah, I'll keep that in mind./" Arya agrees with him.

"Oh! That reminds me, what's the name of the Clone you guys captured? And what happened to him afterward?"

"/Oh, well... the Clone doesn't have a name but, Quick-fix named him Gibus./" Richard stifles a laugh from the name as Arya continued, "/As for what happened with the clone, he surprisingly decides to... join our cause./"

"Oh? Is that so?" Richard looks surprised and is glad, though he has to be sure, "In a few hours once the war starts we will have someone defecting to our side already? Aren't you worried?"

"/I'll admit, it is odd for the clone to defect to our side so easily,/" Arya agrees with her friend's concerns and caution, "/...Though I have to guess that Quick-Fix has something to do with his autopsy or weird experiments. Either he brainwashed the clone or the clone's defection is genuine.../"

'Or maybe it's because Quick-Fix managed to remove the inhibitor chip in the Clone's head... Though I'm not certain that's the case because I have yet to tell Quick-fix or anyone about the inhibitor chips...' Rirchard thought to himself, '...perhaps I should have a private call with him after talking with Arya. Best not to let that crucial information slip about Palpatine's plans go out this early in the war.'

Richard then says to Arya after she finished her statement, "Well, whatever the reason is, best you keep an eye on maggots like him. He could be a sleeper agent of some kind. The last thing you need is a traitor in your midst." Richard cautions the Captain.

"/I'll keep that in mind./" Arya nodded, "/...I'll be going now, it's nice talking to again, Rick./"

"Likewise." Richard gave a two-finger salute as Arya's hologram fades.

Then swiftly as the conversation ends, Richard pulls out a blocky phone and types in a phone number before placing it close to his ear. There was ringing until someone picked up.

"/Hello?/" the familiar voice of the Droid-Medic is heard from the phone.

"Quick-Fix, it's me." Richard said to the phone.

If you haven't guessed by now, Richard Mann supplies his TF2 Droids with old looking 1960 phones, but the phones were modified to work outside using comm transmissions. Also this kind of phones are only used for private calls so they could get an update on each other's situation or report anything of interest. And also to ensure they don't uncover things they shouldn't... like Quick-Fix's findings on the inhibitor chip.

Because of how nonsensical or out of this universe most of the tech and weapons used by TF2 Battle Droids, despite using weapons from somewhere in the 1960s, they aren't anything like that in Star Wars. They're much more that gave them an edge over Star Wars and what makes them deathly and efficient.

"/Ah! Herr Commandant! What could I do for today?/" Quick-Fix ask jovially to him.

"Arya informed me of your new friend slash test subject, Gibus." Richard explained to the droid from the other side of the phone, "Is he there with you?"

"/Ja, he is!/" Quick-fix says, "/Say hi, Gibus!/"

"/Hello!/" he hears the clone greeting him in the background before he hears Quick-Fix's voice again.

"/As you can see, Gibus is with us now! Quite surprise he joined so willingly./" Quick fix said with amusement and a hint of suspicion, "/I thought he would be perhaps less willing to join us or something since he, like a droid, should be loyal to their nation since that's basically what those clones are bred for, ja?/"

"You didn't convince him?"

"/No, I didn't. After doing a thorough examination on Gibus, and later explaining what the CIS fought for, he merely asked if he could join us. He said something about how the republic basically led his brothers to their deaths, that Jedi made them attack head on with no cover that cost so many lives and such. It seems the battle of Geonosis left him very disgruntled with the Jedi, the republic and their leadership in the start of this war./" Quick-fix said with wonder and curiosity of the Clone's sudden change of loyalty and allegiance.

"Or maybe there's more to that." Richard said, already knowing beforehand the reason why the clone joined the CIS willingly.

"/Pardon?/"

"Quick-fix, When you did the autopsy, did you find anything... off about them? Something that stands out?"

"/Vell, with the medical equipment I have in my possession, thanks to Engineer, I did find something odd.../" Quick-Fix explained, "/Before I did any autopsy I did quick scan on the clone with Engineer's help, and vell, I found this biochip inside his head./"

There it is...

"...That's mean the biochip is what keeping them obedient to the republic." Richard revealed to the Medic-Droid, "Removing it, must've have gave Gibus more freedom of thought into defecting to our side, now that he's not obliged to fight for the Republic Maggots."

Either that, Quick-Fix's unauthorized autopsy has undo the programming in the Clone's loyalty, and gave him more freedom and individuality much earlier in canon than any of the clones later in the war. Probably he wants to join was because 1). He's in CIS Ship, 2). He would be a POW, 3). The author wants to give an excuse on why a Clone is joining the CIS this a few hours since the war started.

Yeah, it's definitely the latter.

(Oi, fuck you!)

No, FaCk YoU!

Anyways, Quick-fix then asks Richard, "/What should we do? Shall I inform the captain?/

"No, keep it to yourself for now. Best we see what is the Republic's plan with these so-called biochips." Richard said, despite knowing full well what the inhibitor chips are designed for. Because after all, why try to end the war now? When he could make it his playground?

"Jahowl, keep that in mind sir." With that said, Richard hangs up and puts his phone back in his inventory.

Then in that moment a battle droid enters the room, "Sir, you're to report to the bridge. Admiral Trench will brief you on your mission."

Richard smiles when he hears this...

...oh, this will be fun.

—X—

This will NOT be fun...

Trench knows this very well, he has spent the past hours assigning the newly appointed officers to their tasks and roles in his fleet, either to reinforce nearby allied planets or other CIS fleets close by.

Regardless, as Admiral it is his job to ensure that those under him are well adjusted to their roles as captains of their vessel.

And that means assigning roles in the fleet.

And assigning them missions that needed to be accomplished.

And briefing with the officers of their missions, either individually or a group... which means...

/So... this is my fleet then?/" The provider of all headaches asks him with a grin under his helmet.

...he has to do briefings with the oddball officer of his fleet... individually... kriff...

Trench sighs and responds to Richard's obvious question, "Yes, Commander Mann. Those ships are yours to command."

"/All Six of them?!/" He asks again with stars underneath his helmet.

"Yes..." Trench says, feeling an ache forming on his head.

"/And I can do... whatever I want with those ships? As in, they're mine to what I can do?/"

"As long as it doesn't interfere with your mission, yes." Trench acknowledged, "You are free whoever you want to do with those frigates."

"/Are you sure?/"

"Yes..."

"/Are you really sure?/"

"...yes..."

"/Are you really, really-/"

"BY THE MANY MOONS, YES! YOU CAN USE THEM AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE! THOSE ARE YOUR SHIPS! YOUR FRIGATES! YOUR DARRIK FARRIK FLEET! STOP ASKING KARKING QUESTIONS!" Trench snapped at him.

"Argh! Sorry sir!" Richard said, startled.

Trench facepalms, and calms down and mutters, "...just what is wrong with this guy and how the kriff did he end up in the Officer Acadmy in the first place..." before recomposing himself and saying, "...As I said, you will take this small fleet to one of our allied Worlds, Muunilists. You will ensure the whole system is protected from the Republic. As of now their defenses are adequate and you have to coordinate with what resources you have."

"/You've got sir! I'll keep those republic maggots out of our allies hands!/" Richard gives a salute. His dedication is something he could respect... in spite of all the headaches he's been experiencing by this man.

"Very well, you'll be leaving in the new six hours, prepare your vessel and get accustomed with your fleet... Good luck, Commander." Trench sighs as the holographic image of Richard fades.

When that happened Trench reaches under the holotable and grabs hold of a bottle of alcohol and takes a huge swig on it before belching.

"...Sir, I think you have enough." A Battle Droid said, pointing at the huge piles of empty beer crates lying around the bridge floors. And amongst the pile is Trench's intoxicated Tactical Droid, who has decided to drink the alcoholic beverages.

"I'll stop when I say so!" Trench shouted before taking swig again.

—X—

In the next hours or so after Richard has received his mission and his ships, he has split his B1-Engineers into maintaining the six Munificent Frigates, which means he has to split 30 (sans the ones in RED Team) into three for each of the Star Frigates for the B1-Engineers to maintain.

And in that new hours he secretly upgraded the other Munificent Frigates similar to Standin 1, better shield durability,, additional missile systems, and higher energy capacity.

So he creatively named those six munificent frigates... Standin 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7...

He's been giddy ever since he received a mission and he can't wait to test his ships' upgrades.

Richard looks excited as ever and turns to the Tactical Droid, "Alright, you heard the admiral! Set course our fleet to Muunilist! Oh! And be sure that the engineers I sent are manning the hyperdrive consoles."

"..,Affirmative." The Tactical Droid said a few seconds after, probably still reeling over the nonsense of what he just witnessed and experienced from seeing the ships' upgrades. Regardless of what was left of the Droid's insanity, the Tactical Droid begun relaying out orders to the nearby frigates especially the specific order of having B1-Engineers man the hyperdrive control systems.

As this was happening, Richard takes the time to look out the window. He sees his frigates lining up for hyperspace, all of which are upgraded. Already he's excited for what is about to come.

Then an idea came to mind. If he will spend the next hours or day to arrive to Muunilist, then...

That means no would notice Richard suddenly upgrading the other Munificent Frigates when they leave inyo hyperspace. Just perfect! Just what he needed!

Hotrod mans the hyperdrive console and announced.

"Setting course for Muunilist. And we only got two speeds... Fast or Faster!" B1-Engineer said manning the ship's navigation computer.

"Good..." Richard grins as he sat comfortably on the command chair.

But his Tactical Droid did a double take, "...Wait, what-"

"YEEEEEEEEEEE-" The TF2 Droid cheers out before pushing the ship into full acceleration which in turn causes the ship, the others in the fleet, to enter in hyperspace much faster than regular ships.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The Tactical Droid screamed and clung on the side of the command chair in dear life as the G-Force pushed while Richard Mann had a maniac smile on his face as laughed all the way.

The Standin Frigates entered hyperspace immediately much faster than what was seen in Star Wars. There was no build up... they just... kaput... they entered into hyperspace in a few seconds. No build up at all or calculations on a safe route... the fleet just left in fast with a need to calibrate the hyperdrive systems.
It's like the hyperdrive system was fed with Crit-Cola and sped off to hyperspace without a start up.

—X—

At Trench's Flag Ship, The Invincible, the Harch admiral saw everything. He saw Richard's fleet leave the system... what he saw wasn't normal even in the standards of what he knows regarding hyperdrive jumps... no way and how he's able to enter hyperspace that quickly without calculating the trajectory.

His droids didn't pick up any build up of energy yet Richard and his fleet left the system quick and fast...

With what he just saw happening when Richard's ship left the system, Trench didn't move and just stared wide-eyed. He simply stopped reacting...

—in Trench's mind—

Inside Trench's mind, a spider on a small mouse wheel is running as fast it could with its tiny legs. However the spider stopped in exhaustion as it rotated with the mouse wheel until it stopped.

—X—

"Sir?" A Battle Droid asks, waving its hand across Trench's face, "Sir? Admiral?"

The harch said nothing but then flopped to the ground like a sack of potatoes; family guy death pose style.

"Sir!" The Droids exclaim in shock but Trench weakly raises a finger

"J-just... take me to my quarters... and give me a crate of alcohol while you're at it." Trench hand's flop back to ground.

The droids look at each other confused and turn to the Tactical Droid for instructions, but the droid raises a hand in halt.

"...No... don't even think about asking me anything..." The Tactical Droid looks so done based on its posture, "I'll be in the maintenance bay..."

It seems that Trench's droid is also perplexed by what he saw, as he makes his way out of the helm and he points at the OOM Command Droid closest to him, "You're in charge!"

The OOM-Command Droid is perplexed by the sudden role he's given. He looks at the droids around before to the unconscious Separatist Admiral on the floor.

"Well... I guess I'm in charge now." The Droid shrugged as it took a seat on the chair while the droids escorted the unconscious admiral out of the bridge to his quarters...

...with a small crate of Alcohol carried by a B2-Super Battle Droid.

—X—

Remember when Richard would upgrade his frigates to be Venator killers.

Well...

"How?! JUST HOW?!"

The Tactical Droid, known as TF-2210 screamed out in shock at what happened.

"Dude, it's best not to question it anymore." Richard said to him as he sat back down on his command chair as if nothing happened.

Guess what? Something did happen!

Richard had his Munificent Frigates upgraded again. This time, he upgraded the ship's weapon systems.

Also... remember the MAC Cannons that the UNSC used against the Covenant in Halo? Well...

The Tactical Droid looks as if he has gone insane and showing more emotion than he had when he was introduced, "DON'T QUESTION IT!? You literally had our engineers build a karking weapon platform that replaced our forward ion cannons with, with something else! As if it was normal! How could I not question it?!"

Okay that is not true, the B1-Engineers aren't capable of doing that even with their new found abilities, but that's grounded to TF2 logic. While it's understandable for TF-2210 to assume that the B1-Engineers have done something about it, that is not the case.

In reality, Richard used the tool gun to replace the forward facing ion cannons of the Munificent Frigates with the MAC Cannons used by the UNSC from Halo. He only had help from the B1-Engineers to install those MAC Cannons on each Frigate of his fleet. How is he able to go from one frigate to another while in hyperspace?

Well, he had the B1-Engineers set up Teleporters so he could enter the other frigates while they're in hyperspace. More so, he also upgraded the Frigates to be capable of cloaking.

Yep, you heard me right. The Munificent Frigates not only have MAC-Cannons, and are much more durable than before, but they can cloak now! As in covenant cloaking.

In a short amount of time, Richard had upgraded his Frigates into Venator killers. Just imagine the chaos the Republic will have to endure! Perhaps he should upgrade his ship with those plasma beams used by the Covenant ships.

—X—

At republic space all of the republic admirals felt a chill down their spine and they don't know why.

—X—

"Boss, we're arriving out of hyperspace." Ratchet reported from his station.

Upon exiting out of hyperspace, the newly modified fleet arrived at Muunilist. The newly upgraded fleet can see defense fighter platforms orbiting over the planet, being the only defending force in the system. Quite weird that the Muunilist doesn't have any Munificent Frigates, they literally own those ships, you'd think they would have a few ships defending their home system.

Still, the Banking Clan needs defenders, the defenders are here!

"Noted, Engineer." Richard as he relaxes on his chair while ignoring the Tactical Droid that is just overloading from all the nonsense that's happening with this fleet.

"Be sure to get the welcome party ready! I would like to greet our guests with open arms!" He says to the droids around him.

"Roger, Roger/Heck yea!" The Battle Droids and the two B1-Engineers affirmed to his orders.

Just like that Richard leaves the bridge, and he briefs the RED Team on what to do once they land.

And now, thus begins RED Team's trip to Muunlist!

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To Be Concluded!

Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Next chapter, we will have Richard and RED Team's trip in Muunilinst! Let's what nonsense will come next chapter for the Republic! Enjoy!

*snorts in more Canadian Cocaine then falling unconscious*