Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Desperate times call for desperate measures!

In one of the longest and fiercest battles of the war,

Separatist forces are on the verge of claiming the planet Malastare.

If the Republic loses this planet,

it will cost them vital fuel resources necessary for maintaining their armies.

In a final effort to turn the tide of this battle,

Supreme Chancellor Palpatine has authorized

the use of the Republic's newest weapon, the electro-proton bomb.

Now at the imperial palace of Doge Urus, the leader of the Dugs,

the Jedi count down the minutes

until the detonation of their doomsday device.

That's a lot of clankers.

I won't allow my people to become Separatist slaves.

I assure you, Doge Urus, that will not happen.

Dr. Boll has stated

that only droids will be affected by the bomb's electron field.

Yes. The clones and your people will be quite safe.

We have accounted for every probable outcome.

It's the improbable that concerns me, Doctor.

There must be other options.

I'm afraid not. This bomb is our only hope for victory now.

The droids are on the move.

Go! Go!

We just need to hold them back until the bomb drops.

Blast them!

Hold the line!

We've got fighters inbound!

Tell the bombers to take off.

Approaching drop zone.

Everyone, stay tight.

Remember, you've only got one shot at this.

Bombs away.

Uh-oh.

Here it comes!

I'm losing my transmission.

Well, Doc, looks like it worked.

The ground is sinking.

Run for it!

The droid army was completely neutralized by the bomb.

But the blast created a sinkhole which engulfed many of our troopers.

We have search parties looking for them now.

And the Dugs? Have they signed the treaty?

No, Chancellor, the treaty must be passed by the council.

We need that treaty signed

so we can gain access to the fuel reserves here on Malastare.

Without it, our armies shall be vulnerable.

I will do my best.

Sir, we have a report from the front. They've lost contact with the rescue team.

One problem always seems to replace another.

I hope your bomb has not upset the delicate balance of our planet.

You deal with the treaty and Doge Urus. I'll help the rescue team in the crater.

Split up. If you see anything, contact me.

General Windu, we found them!

- We've got what we... - We're on a very tight timeline here.

How long do you think it'll take to get the treaty ratified?

We are waiting for two more members of the council to arrive.

They will sign the treaty.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Without your fuel, our offensive will grind to a halt.

This is the beginning of a great alliance.

What happened down here, trooper?

General, there's something down here with us, and it's not Seppies.

Calm yourself, soldier. We'll check it out.

Trapper, Ponds, Hawkeye, come with me.

Skywalker, something strange is going on. I think you should come down here.

I'm on my way. Artoo, start up my fighter.

If you'll excuse me...

Sir, there's nothing around here but rocks and debris.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Skywalker!

- I'm here. What the... We need your help!

Artoo, I can't see. Turn on your beacon.

Never mind.

What the heck is that thing?

Now's our chance. Let's go!

I've never seen anything like it!

Artoo, get out of here.

What? Uh-oh.

We're going to need some heavy artillery.

Don't worry about me, I'm all right.

- Where's your starfighter? - That thing ate it.

That thing, it is a Zillo Beast.

They once roamed Malastare, devouring our ancestors.

When the Dugs first started harvesting the fuel in the planet's core,

they were killed off.

They are supposed to be extinct. Apparently, they're not.