—Muunilist—

Do you ever have those moments where your friends or colleagues embarrassed you in front of someone? Picture this as introducing your friend to your family or your love one to your parents for the first time and hoping that surely first impressions would be good?

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Things are not looking good for Ol' Richard at the moment.

"Mommy- I MEAN, Ma'am! I'm very sorry for my droid's behavior!" Richard stammered with his hands raised nervously at the Sith assassin.

In front of him stood Asajj Ventress, her face twisted with fury, glaring at him as if she could kill with a look. If looks could kill, he'd be long gone. This all stemmed from an inappropriate comment by Streak, and now Asajj had him at lightsaber-point, ready to strike.

Before his arrival, Streak narrowly avoided being chopped into pieces thanks to Richard, but the Odd Commander couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the droid's nonexistent face. If he had one, he would be grinning like an idiot. It seems being dominated by a sexy Sith assassin can activate unexpected neurons in someone's brain.

Or specifically a droids' processor.

"...Give me one reason why I shouldn't gut you and send this droid to the scrapyard?!" Ventress snarled at Richard as her lightsaber closed into Streak's neck.

"Oh, ho ho, that's hot!" Streak says teasingly.

Cue facepalming from his team and nearby droids.

"Shut it!" Ventress has a flustered look on her face from the droid's teasing. She's really eager to slice this droid into pieces or turn it to scrap right here and right now!

The Commander, meanwhile, is mentally screaming, like a TF2 Soldier screaming in terror.

After Richard regains his composure, he takes a deep breath and says, "...Because you might lose a valuable asset! I mean, I saw how you fought Streak, and you've got to admit, he has talent!"

"Absolutely, boss!" Streak gives a thumbs up.

"Quiet, Streak!" Richard snaps, "...and yes, I understand that you feel violated by my droid's behavior, but Streak is a valuable asset to the team in the war effort. He helped with the defense of Muunilist, and let me tell you, Streak is one of a kind! One that you don't see with regular battle droids!"

Ventress watches Richard closely, silently taking in his words. She won't admit it, but the commander of this infuriating droid is right. She saw how effective this droid was when she tried to slice it with her lightsaber after that 'Choke Me Mommy' comment, and she is still fuming from such vulgar words coming from a droid, of all things.

Perhaps Ventress never expected what came next from her 'fight,' especially one from a B1 Battle Droid.

—(Flashback)—

"Woah, hold up! You wouldn't want to mess up this handsome face, would you? Remember, I'm doing this all for you," Streak teased as Ventress swung her blade at the B1-Scout Droid.

The droid's words made her cringe and boil with anger.

"Silence! How dare you speak in such a disrespectful manner to your commander, droid! Do you want to be dismantled!?" Ventress threatened, holding her blade to Scout's neck, but the droid remained unfazed.

Despite the lightsaber so close to his neck, the droid sighed.

"I can't help it if I'm a smooth criminal. My looks have stolen many a girl's heart," Scout retorted.

Ventress seethed at the droid's words while a BX Commando Droid with a beanie and eyepatch chimed in.

"Scout, please... ever since the Commander 'upgraded' you, you've been hitting on girls nonstop. Remember when you tried to flirt with the Geonosian Queen? Look how that turned out!" The BX-Demo Droid reminded, clearly exasperated by the Battle Droid's behavior.

"I agree with Demo! Stop your foolishness and flirting with our commanding officer!" another BX Commando Droid added, speaking with an unusual accent different from the others.

"Scout always makes things worse," the B2 Super Battle Droid added, arms crossed.

"YOU DISHONOR THIS ENTIRE UNIT, MAGGOT! STOP MAKING ADVANCES TO OUR COMMANDER!" The B1 Battle Droid with a Helmet screamed at the top of its voice box.

Before Ventress could even process the oddity of the droids' behavior, the infuriating B1-Scout she was facing spoke up with an infuriatingly smug tone. "Hey! Not my fault many ladies can't handle my irresistible charm~"

Ventress seethed with anger. First, she missed the chance to face the chosen one, and now she was stuck dealing with this obnoxious droid. She lunged at the B1-Scout with her lightsaber, but to her surprise, the droid swiftly evaded her strike and threw her aside.

As Ventress collected herself, she couldn't help but be amazed at the droid's agility. How could a mere machine move so quickly?

The situation escalated when another droid intervened, trying to defuse the tension. But the B1-Scout continued to taunt Ventress, provoking her further. Fueled by anger, Ventress launched herself at the droid, but to her frustration, she couldn't land a single hit. Despite her best efforts and the use of the Force, the droid effortlessly evaded her attacks, and if he had a face, he'd have an infuriating smirk.

The standoff between the Sith Assassin and the droid was more than a battle; it displayed unmatched agility and frustration, leaving Ventress seething with anger.

"Ha!"

Evade.

"Missed me!"

Sidestepped.

"Sor-ry!"

Duck, twin sabers missed.

"Dat didn't hurt!"

His head tilts as a light is thrusted to his head,

"So close!"

Dodged by jumping back.

"Are you even trying, totes?"

Ventress was steaming at B1-Scout's behavior now. If she disliked it before, then she hated it. This droid makes her look bad as all he has done is dodge her attacks effortlessly, which is ludicrous for her! How could a B1 Battle Droid droid be made expandable and easily dodge all her attacks?! She's empowered by the dark side of the force! She was trained by her master, Count Dooku! She is a Sith Assassin, for Force's sake!

And this piece of metal with legs?! It's effortlessly dodging her lightsaber. This doesn't reflect well on Dooku's apprentice; she's tired of these games with this droid!

"RAAAAAGHH!" She screamed in RAGE as she used the force to enhance her speed and charged at the droid with lightsabers over her head.

Upon seeing this, the B1-Scout quickly pulled out a can of BONK! And chugged it down on its mouthpiece. Ventress, meanwhile, only eagerly moves forward to finish this so-called fight against this stupid droid.

"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!" she screamed angrily. However, her expression turned to shock when B1-Scout stopped her lightsaber's blade with his hand, and the blade didn't seem to hurt him one bit. "What?"

The droid mockingly yawned with his other hand.

"Is that all you've got, toots?" he slyly said to Ventress.

Ventress finally noticed a blur effect around the battle droid, but she disregarded it and instead focused on trying to kill this stupid droid. She angrily attacked him with her lightsabers, only to find that he was completely invincible.

"Anyway, how about you and I go out for a meal later?" B1-Scout asked hopefully as Ventress continued to attack him. "I might not eat, but I've heard a bucket of fried chicken sounds delicious! What do you think about that?"

"SHUT! UP!!!" Ventress yelled angrily.

At this point, she resorted to punching and kicking Scout instead of using her lightsaber. She used the force to enhance her strikes, but it had no effect on the droid's invulnerable body. The B1-Scout Droid chuckled at her futile attempts to resist his Battle Droid charm, then leaned over to the side and noticed Ventress's finest...

"Hm... not a bad bottom there, looking good for a sith~ I'd give it a 9/10..."

Yes, he actually said that.

A battle droid just complimented Ventress' ass.

Enjoy that mental image, folks.

I have no regrets.

The Sith Assassin's eyes widened, and her face wore an intense red shade that matched her lightsabers. Her hands grip on her sabers tightened and trembling in absolute raged, which only fueled the dark side within her.

"RAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" She reared a hand far behind her to slap the shit out of B1-Scout's face. The B1-Scout just kept smiling at her, unaware that the BONK! effect is running out.

"Man, haven't you realized you can't hurt me? You know, for a sith, I don't think you're too bright-"

*SLAP OF A FUCKING GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY!*

B1-Scout screamed as Ventress' slap sent him flying far out to the side to the point where he almost fell off the landing platform.

"Oh, scrap..." Streak groaned to himself, a very bright hand mark across his faceplate. The slap was so powerful that he had been paralyzed all over his body for a few minutes, and his faceplate was noticeably dented and with some sparks appearing. He heard footsteps rapidly approaching him.

"Got anything else to say, droid!?" Ventress yelled at the down man by her feet. Her lightsaber raised to stab down on him.

"Yeah..." B1-Scout groaned. By some miracle of fate, he managed to move a shaky hand over to cup his his mouthpiece. "Call me~..." If he had a face, he would have given her a bloodied and bruised smile. But the mannerism is enough to tell what he's expressing to the Sith Assassin.

That has done it. Ventress was so done right now. And she is absolutely beyond furious that the dark side inside her is going out of control!

This droid, this insignificant piece of metal and circuits, had triggered her into a fight by obnoxiously flirting with her and making her look bad in front of everyone, making a fool out of her when she couldn't land a single hit on him when he didn't even attack back. Even on the brink of destruction, it's still fooling around with her.

Then Ventress lets out a roar of anger so great and powerful, the Jedi, Sith, Nightsisters, and Celestials heard from Star systems away.

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

—Courasant, Chancellor's Office—

"Can you tell me what happened at Muunilist?" Palpatine asked as the holographic projection showed Anakin and Obi-Wan, the two Jedi Generals, looking worse for wear after they had lost the battle at Muunilist many hours ago.

Palpatine had been working until he received word that the campaign in Muunilist had failed, and to make matters worse, the forces sent there only returned with 1/5 of their army. His shock was palpable upon hearing about the defeat, knowing that such a loss would demoralize the republic.

How could a large fleet be destroyed? True, the Orbital Platforms at Muunilist were heavily defended, but they could have overwhelmed them with sheer numbers alone. Palpatine planned to discuss this with Dooku because, at this rate, the republic losing a significant battle would be a massive blow to Republic Morale. He might ask him to hold his forces back so the war could get going.

"We were caught off-guard; the enemy was aware of our movements and predicted where we would strike," Obi-Wan said with a grim tone. "We lost so many clones and Jedi; the Separatists can hold off our forces until we're forced to retreat. Even then, our retreat has left many clones behind at Muunilist."

The Jedi Master recounted how they were forced to leave a sizable chunk of their forces at Muunilist due to their hasty retreat and the fast-approaching droid army.

"And the fleet? Surely, the information on the Banking Clan's forces in Muunilist would have given you an edge," Palpatine reasoned, but he could sense that there was something more than that.

"From what Republic Intel told us, there was a small fleet of frigates, but it's not as it seems. Most of our fleet was caught into a trap by some... super-weapon," Anakin grimly stated, his words catching everyone's attention.

"Super-weapon? What kind?" Palpatine grew concerned that this war was not going as he hoped it would. Just a few weeks into the war, the republic was getting hammered. He had hoped the battle at Muunilist would be a significant morale boost for the republic, but it seemed that whatever super-weapon was developed by Muunilist turned the tide of the fight there.

"It's a Fleet Killer, that's what," Anakin said with a grim look. "A single blast managed to tear through our ships with ease. Republic intel did not inform us of this."

"...and I don't think even they would know it. These super frigates came out of nowhere," Obi-Wan retorted as he stroked his beard.

Palpatine didn't like the sound of this at all. "Perhaps-"

"...RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Everyone jumped in surprise when they heard an enraged scream.

"What was that?!" Anakin questioned with wide eyes.

"So much anger..." Obi-Wan commented, equally surprised upon hearing the scream of frustration.

Palpatine even felt it. Such anger. Such hatred. Just what was that rage? Where was it coming from?!

—Jedi Temple—

In the serene spire of the Jedi Temple, Yoda immersed himself in peaceful meditation, seeking oneness with the force and embracing a profound sense of tranquility. However, the ongoing war cast a shadow over his peace, making it difficult for him to find true balance. It saddened him deeply to witness the galaxy engulfed in conflict after millennia of harmony.

Four years ago, an unknown disturbance had disrupted the force, throwing it off balance in ways that Yoda couldn't comprehend. Strangely, this disturbance didn't stem from the dark side; rather, it created a sense of both balance and imbalance within the force.

"...RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Suddenly, piercing screams shattered the stillness, jolting Yoda from his meditation. Not startled, but certainly surprised, he sensed the unmistakable presence of anger and the dark side.

"Hm... anger and the dark side, I felt I did. From a Sith assassin, it did." Yoda mused, his curiosity piqued, then turned to amusement, "...because of flirting, she did not like."

Yoda couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of a Sith assassin being displeased by flirting.

"Funny... it is."

—Serenno—

At Serenno in Dooku's Palace, the Count sits comfortably on his chair. After he had sent Ventress to fight on Muunilist, he and his Master have hopes to test Anakin by luring Skywalker away from the battlefield so Ventress can engage him in a one-on-one duel—

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the palace:

"...RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Dooku shot up from his chair, his senses on high alert. Even the droids inside the throne room looked confused.

Dooku felt it, the seething rage and anger. The frustration and... wait...

"Was that Ventress?" Dooku questioned, a mix of concern and curiosity in his voice.

What had caused her to unleash such an outburst?

—Dathomir—

"...RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Mother Talzin and several other Nightsisters are startled and turned to look where the noise came from. Feelings of anger and the dark side were felt galaxies away. Mother Talzin couldn't help but be impressed and frightened.

Talzin feels into the force once more to know where this anger originated. Then... she thought it.

"...Ventress?" Mother Talzin questioned with a puzzled look.

What got her daughter so angry that her screams of rage and feeling of anger could heard and felt light-years away?

—Mortis—

"...RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

In the home of the Celestials of the force, The Father and Daughter stared up at the sky in wonder where this dark side energy is coming from and why is it so power of! They turn their gaze at the Son with an accusatory look. The embodiment of the Dark Side raised his hand in surrender.

"What? Don't look at me! I have no business in this!"

"..." the Father and Daughter look unconvinced. The Father, meanwhile, feels the anger oozing out of the dark side of the user, who is light years away. How and why? He doesn't know.

But he believes it is similar to that anomaly that arrived in the Galaxy all those years ago, which has brought the force into extreme unbalance and balance in the most unusual and nonsensical way.

"I don't believe you..." The Daughter said to her brother.

The Son grumbled while the Father looked on in wonder if this was related to the unusual anomaly in the galaxy.

—Back at Muunilist—
"...RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

After screaming her heart out, Ventress stared down at the droid and she raised her saber high to bring it down on B1-Scout.

"DIE!!!!!!!"

"WAIT!" A voice cried out, and Ventress briefly broke out of her bloodlust and turned to see a man in a military tunic with a helmet covering half of his vision. At that moment, she nearly forgot what she was about to do.

—(Flashback End)—

Ventress has calmed down after Richard has ease tensions for now, and she steps off the droid under her. She gave the droid one last death glare as Richard walked over and began berating it for its insubordination and inappropriate behavior twoards Ventress.

While that happened, Ventress took her time to reflect on the 'fight' she had with the Streak. Suppose you could even call it a fight. It's more of an angry Sith lady flailing her lightsabers angrily at a Gmodded battle droid.

However, Ventress noted how the droid fought in a much unconventional matter. She never saw that she could dodge her strikes with ease, especially from ones designed to be cannon fodder. Perhaps what this commander is saying is true... she turns to the other droids who are acting on their accords, which is exemplified by the Battle Droid with a hardhat and goggles setting up a chair of some kind and the B2 Super Battle Droid... eating a... sandwich?

...What the kriff?

And she sees a few BX Commando Droids drinking while others are smoking... cigars...

...just seeing this odd bunch of droids acting like this and more lively is a far cry from the droids she was used to having under her command. So this so-called RED Team, as Richard calls them, is an exciting bunch despite unfortunate first impressions, mainly from Streak. She loathes that droid.

As far as she observed, they have personalities that are a far cry from the standard battle droids of the Confederacy, and she's not referring to the B1s' personality quirks.

Such as those with the helmets and rocket launchers seem disciplined but unhinged in some way, sprouting nonstop praises about the confederacy, which she can hear from where she's standing.

"God bless the Confederacy!"

"C.I.S! C.I.S! C.I.S!"

The Battle Droids with Hardhats and Goggles are more lean and laid back, as shown by the seats they deployed and relaxing.

*belches* "Ooh, mmmh that's good!"

*gluggin* "Aaaah, life of Riley! Mmm."

The Commando Droids have beanies and eyepatches, and they seem to be drunk on alcohol.

*unintelligible muttering* "I love you man..."

"Any of you that think ye're better 'n me you're gon' have another thing c-..."

"...the BOTH of yeh on you..."

"Everyone thinks I'm...God damn it..." (weeping)

How and why, she doesn't understand how any of these makes sense. Especially the latter one.

"Ma'am." Ventress's musing was interrupted by Richard, who approached her, "May I suggest we discuss elsewhere? More preferably inside my ship?

Actually, not a bad idea. When she arrived, she caught a glimpse of the aftermath of the battle when she saw a Republic Acclamator getting destroyed in One Hit by an unknown projectile. She could trace where the attack came from and was surprised that it was from a Munificent Frigate modified with a cannon that replaced its main forward cannons. There are six of them, and she noticed that not a single CIS was destroyed, aside from some of the defense orbital platforms that are now broken wreckages orbiting the planet, in contrast to the graveyard of Republic ships debris that floated aimlessly in the orbit of Muunilist.

"Hm... very well. However, I have some questions for you, dear commander. Specifically your fleet." Ventress says.

—Standin 1, Medical Wing—

In Standin 1, Kritz and Hotrod are working on something interesting in the medical wing that no droid wants to know. The former is working on an experiment, while the latter looks confused.

"Say, where did you get this thing, anyway? Y'all didn't just get it from the battlefield, didja?" The B1-Engineer questioned the Medic of the RED Team.

"Yes, I did! And its body is quite fresh, I assure you! Though a bit burned up in some places and pieces everywhere, that happens when someone is blown up!" Kritz clarified and assured him as he worked on his inhuman experiment.

"Wait, where didja get—"

"Ah! Sssh! It's working!" Kritz exclaimed excitedly as he held up a brain modified with many cybernetics, "Yes! Teamwork mein freund! We are geniuses!"

"Ahh, weren't nothin'. You wanna beer?" Hotrod asked as he popped open a beer bottle while the B1-Medic walked over to a pumpkin on a table.

Kritz then placed the brain inside a pumpkin as he answered his friend's question, "Not during surgery. Anyway, the patient is ready! In, here we go!"

Kritz watches in anticipation as the Pumpkin's green optics activate.

"Hello? Can you hear me, my beautiful creation?"

"Ungh... where am I?" The voice of a Clone is heard from the pumpkin with the mouth piece illuminating whenever he speaks, "...Last thing I remember was trying to sneak in with my squad to destroy the Seppies' Artillery Cannon, then... then..."

The revealed Clone-Commander Fordo, now a Jack O Lantern-Commander Fordo, has realization dawn on his unmovable face.

"...By the many moons." He gasped in shock and horror.

"Water under the bridge, mein kleines ungeheuer! Welcome to your new life! As a Halloween decoration! Think of it as a second chance to turn your life around!" Kritz said joyously at the Halloween decoration.

"How the hell's he gonna do with his current state?" Hotrod questioned.

"He can scare the droids and crew passing by!" Kritz enthusiastically said as Fordo is now getting his bearings.

"By the many moons, I'm in a pumpkin?! But how?! What?! How am I even alive?!" Fordo exclaims in terror as Hotrod picks him up while he's having some existential crisis of his current predicament, "T-this has to be some sick dream!"

"Anything I should be worried about regarding our lil friend here?" Hotrod asked his coworker, as he held up the Pumpkin housing the clone.

"Ahh..." Kritz calls out to Hotrod, who is walking out of the medical bay, "...you can take the brain out of the Clone and put it in the pumpkin, but you can't take the brain out of the clone in the pumpkin. Oo, also, don't take the brain out of the pumpkin. That pumpkin is keeping him alive."

"Well, time to scare some fellow droids, lil' fellah," Hotrod said to the former clone as he carried Pumpkin-Fordo to whatever he was going.

Pumpkin Fordo broke out of his existential crisis and metaphorically glared at the droid carrying him through his artificial lenses.

"When I break out of this pumpkin, I'm gonna kill you clankers! You hear me?!"

Well... that happened.

—Standin 1, Hanger Bay—

"Welcome to Standin 1, Ma'am!" Richard spreads his arms out, gesturing to the ship.

Ventress hums in interest as she looks at the ship's interior. It wasn't too different from what other Munificent Frigates had, though the difference she caught on is...

"Dancing! Dance!"

"Ha! Wa hahaha! Zhis fun!"

"Let's do this! I'm flying! Boom!"

"Woo! Wooooohoooo!"

...battle droids dancing in the hanger bay with music blaring in the intercoms; their dances consist of hopping in place while clapping before jumping, raising their hands, and making more dance moves. She turned to Richard for some explanation regarding the droids' unusual behavior; the commander looked at her sheepishly and laughed.

"Hahaha... please ignore that." Richard says, "They're celebrating our victory over the republic in Muunilist."

Somehow, she can believe that. Dancing droids aside, her focus is on the exterior of the ship. More specifically, the giant cannon that replaced the twin forward ion cannons.

"Commander." Ventress begins, ignoring the droids dancing, "When I arrived, I saw what happened. Care to explain to me what kind of weapon this frigate uses?"

"Oh! Do you mean the MAC Cannon? Ha! Well, commander, it's made by my own design!" Richard, totally not lying from his ass, says, "And with it! We crushed those Republic dogs to dust!"

"YEAH!" Ventress jumped a bit when Richard's droids cheered.

Ventress looks interested in what Richard means, and she looks at him, "How interesting... so this is not the work of the Banking Clan?"

"Hm... not really, Ma'am." Richard unhelpfully answered. However, she can sense some truth behind it.

"And how are you able to attain these upgrades, then? Isn't it just convenient that you suddenly have these so-called MAC Cannons modified in your ship just a few weeks after the war began?" Ventress questioned skeptically.

Richard kept his cool, "Hahaha, that there is a secret, Ma'am!"

Ventress looks a bit upset and is about to demand Richard to tell her where he got these MAC Cannons, but she calms down. Best not to be too worked; she was already pissed off with that Battle Droid flirting with her. And she used all her anger and frustration on that droid, of all things.

"Very well... though this so-called MAC-Cannon would be reported to Count Dooku."

"Yes, Ma'am! Anything for the Confederacy of Independent Systems!" Richard frantically praised.

Hmm... despite his secrecy, his dedication to the Confederacy is genuine. And... wait... is why there a droid pumpkin?

"Oh! Hey, Hotrod! Watcha got there?" Richard asked, and Ventress turned to look as well.

"Oh, hey, boss. Ma'am." The Battle Droid tipped its hardhat at Ventress, who said nothing but listened, "I was keeping Kritz with some experiments, and this is what we got."

Hotrod presents them with the pumpkin and-

"YOU SEPARATIST SCUM!"

Ventress was not ready for that, and Richard seemed surprised when the Pumpkin 'talked.'

"WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS PUMPKIN, YOU AND THE REST OF YOU CLANKERS WILL PAY! YOU HEAR ME?!"

The Sith Assassin feels her jaw drop at the sight. What the—

"...did Kritz, by any chance, get the brain from one of the Clones on the battlefield?" Richard asked while not taking his eyes off at the angry Pumpkin Clone.

"Yep..."

"Was he dead or alive?"

"Mostly dead... he has bits and pieces everywhere, but his head was intact."

"So... Kritz brought an Enemy back to life by removing his brain and stuffing it inside a pumpkin..." Richard summarized, astounded by what he was seeing.

"Yep, pretty much..." Hotrod shrugs while the Pumpkin grumbles angrily.

Ventress can't help but feel slack-jawed by the whole thing.

His... droids... did that? To a clone?! And they managed to bring a clone to life by stuffing his brain inside a pumpkin, of all things? And based on Richard's reaction, he didn't seem to authorize it. However, she can sense a sense of amusement from him. Perhaps it was so unexpected for him.

"Question..." Hotrod turned to Ventress when she spoke, "Why did you put the brain of a clone trooper inside of a pumpkin?"

"Well, Ma'am, our resident medic said he will be our new interior decoration for the ship. Something to greet and scare the crew with."

'A morbid decoration then...' Ventress mused in her thoughts. She can feel the anger and frustration in the Clone, '...and an amusing one at that.' She tilted her head in curiosity as the clone pumpkin grumbled.

"Karking sadistic seppies..." the Pumpkin Clone jeered and cursed under his breath.

"Alright, alright. Time to get moving." Hotrod walks away, leaving the group in the hangar.

Ventress chuckles morbidly at what she's seeing and thinks she might have seen everything regarding Richard Mann and his exploits. The MAC-Cannon modified into the frigate intrigued her incredibly, especially the so-called RED Team (she could feel Streak eyeing her, but she ignored it), and finally, the pumpkin.

There's just something about the clone pumpkin that just amused her greatly.

She grins and looks at Richard, "Okay, I think I've seen enough for now." She turns to the shuttle to leave.

"You're leaving? But you just got here." Richard says confused.

"True. However, I'm needed here at Muunilist for the time being. In meantime, after seeing what you are capable of, I decided you and fleet should be needed elsewhere." Ventress explained as she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Oh? Where to Ma'am?! Where can I go and make the Republic regret for fighting us?!" Richard eagerly asked with his punches together in anticipation.

This is shared with the RED Team, who anxiously look at Lord Tyrannus' apprentice.

"You will set course to Christophsis, Commander. With ships like these, you will be needed there for the time." Ventress tells him as she enters her ship.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Richard salutes Ventress and orders, "Droids, you hear what she said! Get our droids out of Muunilist and into Christophsis!"

"HURRAH!" The odd Droids cheered.

Ventress glanced at them and thought, 'How unusual...'

—Timeskip—

Richard sat comfortably on his command chair as his droids went to work. It took a few hours for his army to return to the Standin fleet.

But he took that time to rebalance the MAC-Cannon's damage output. He made the Cannons to OP so that this war would end sooner rather than later. He wants to his fun, dammit. So, like a game developer, he nerfed the MAC Cannon's damage output significantly so that it wouldn't take out entire fleets.

Despite being a CIS Fan, he wants to give the Republic a fighting chance in the war so it could be in a stalemate. But there is no way he will provide the Republic with an edge in the war. They will have to create their own counter against the MAC-Frigates.

"Commander..." T-2120 spoke as he approached him, "All Units are accounted for. We are ready to depart for Christophsis."

Richter noticed the stance on the Tactical Droid, acting more cordial than before. Why is that? Hm...

"Hahah! Excellent!" Richard laughed in his chair, "Before we do so, let's make a quick stop at Lotho Minor!"

The Gmodder expected the Tactical Droid to question or even outright oppose the order, but...

"Very well..." Richard looked in, surprised by the response as the Tactical Droid looked at the nearby Droids, "Set course to Lotho Minor."

The Droids responded with affirmations as they set course to Lotho Minor. Richard meanwhile only looks at the Tactical Droid in surprised

"...you're not going to question or oppose my order?" Richard questioned.

T-2120 looks at him, "After being around you for weeks and how nonsensical or illogical your decisions can be but be able to benefit the Confederacy, I learned to accept it as it is. What you're probably planning now would most certainly be related to benefiting the CIS."

Richard stared in surprise at how the droid just accepted as it should. He was confident that a droid so logical and hellbent on following its programming and algorithms would oppose his orders that conflicted with the primary objective.

But it would seem his influence around the droids is affecting them. Hell, he saw regular Battle Droids doing Mannrobics in the hangar, and he was sure he didn't tell them they should do that when Ventress was around. However, it's likely that members of the RED Team also spread the influence of TF2 culture to the droids.

"Sir, our course is set." T-2120 says as he walks over and operates the ship's navigation computer, "Fast or faster?"

Richard is already liking this Tactical Droid, "YES!"

"YEEEEEEEEEEE-" The droid cheers out before pushing the ship into full acceleration, which in turn causes the vessel to enter hyperspace much faster than regular ships. T-2120 held onto the console as the G-Force was pushing him against it. Richard Mann had a maniac smile and laughed all the way while standing and holding onto the side of the command chair.

"YEAAAAAAAAAHHH—"

—Timeskip—

After Richard's fleet exited Hyperspace, he took his time venturing on the junk-filled plains of Lotho Minor. He saw some locals, but he mostly ignored them. He just came up with what he was looking for. After he tells a snake-like being named Morley of what he is looking for, he manages to deserve the person, and the serpent is willing to lead him to where it is.

"This is the place?"

"Yes," Morley said with anticipation.

"Very well..." He said, stepping into the hut; he stood in place and pointed in the aid, "PULL THE LEVER MORLEY!"

Morley stared at him in shock as he was ready to spring the trap, "WAIT YOU KNEW!?!"

"Of course, I knew! As I said, PULL THE LEVER!"

The Anacondan stared at him stunned before saying, "...okay."

"Weeeeeeeee..."

Just like that, Richard fell to the cavernous lair below while Morley stared at him as he fell down.

The Anacondan stared at the trap door he dropped Richard in and said, "Wow... he's an idiot for sure..."

In the Cavernous lair, Richard dusted himself and stood up. There, he began venturing the tunnels and could feel an ominous presence watching and following him. Like predator does with prey. Richard pretends to be the prey while waiting for the right moment. He hears the tapping of footsteps in every tunnel and the sound of growling.

Richard isn't a fan of horror games or genres, but he watched EMESIS BLU at one point. Still, he kept his guard up and prepared a weapon hand. It's not his tool gun. At least not yet.

As he continued wandering the tunnels, he saw something ahead: "Hey! I see you!"

The silhouette figure on the tunnel's far side skittered away and growled. Richard grins and chases after him.

"SURRENDER NOW, MAGGOT, AND YOU WILL BE UNHARMED!" Richard gave chase towards him and with a Weapon in hand.

Just as he is about to give chase once more, he is immediately ambushed by the monster.

"RAAAAH!" The Monster pounced on Richard, but suddenly...

"HA!" Richard had his physics gun equipped and used it to stop the monster in place as it floats helplessly on the air; this is what he came here for and what he was looking for. "Hello, Maul. I see you're tryin ' to maul me to death?! Hahaha!"

Maul didn't comment on the pun as he struggled to move spider-like appendages before he then was slammed into the wall with a powerful slam. His spider body was temporarily broken, but he kept it up together with the force.

"Raaaah! RAAAAAH!" Maul roared like a maniac, but Richard was undeterred. He found what he was looking for.

Just as Maul was about to attack, Richard knocked the spider Zabrak down onto the ground with a powerful kick. Zabrak, a man with spider-like appendages made from makeshift scraps, groaned in pain and hissed. He looks up at Richard, his eyes intense and crazed from years of isolation and abandonment from his master, Lord Sidious.

Tossed away like useless junk.

"W-who are you?" Maul questioned, his voice raspy and maniac as he stared intensely at Richard.

The Gmodder smiles empathetically and pulls out a tool gun.

"Me? I'm just a friend, and..."

He aims his tool gun at the mad Zabrak spider man.

"...you deserve a second chance."

With a pull of a trigger, the Zabrak changed.

Physically... and Mentally.

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To Be Concluded!

Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Next chapter, we will have Arya and BLU Team side of the story! Let's see nonsense will come next chapter for them! Enjoy!

And since I have finished this chapter.

*looks at readers with a wide grin*

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"Yes! I feel trés bon! (very good!)"

*door behind author is slammed down by the readers and saw what the author was doing.*

Readers: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

BD1106: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

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