Star Wars Rebels

Possible target acquired.

Proceeding to investigate.

Encountering hostiles.

Cannot give away position.

*STAR WAR REBELS* Season 03 Episode 13 "Warhead" Precisely Synchronized by srjanapala

Hobbie, Wedge, let's go! Move it!

We're behind schedule, Phoenix Squadron.

I want these fighters launched

and at the training coordinates by 062.

Don't understand why I can't come along.

Zeb, you're my chief of security.

I need you to stay behind and mind the base.

Oh, Hera, come on. Let me tag along.

You can always use an extra pair of hands.

Just don't leave me on my own here.

I'll be bored to death.

You won't be on your own. You have Chop and AP-5 to keep you company.

Like I said, bored to death.

We'll be back before you know it.

Carry on, Captain Orrelios.

Sorry, buddy.

Did they seriously leave you in charge of this entire facility?

Something wrong with that?

Well, I just always assumed you were more

of a "lift heavy things and punch anything in your way" type.

You know, a grunt.

Precisely. Now, what exactly do you do?

What'd he say?

He said, "We've never really figured that out."

Don't you have something to do?

Actually, while everyone is off practicing,

I intend to take this opportunity

to conduct a thorough inventory of the base's munitions supply depot.

Either one of you may assist me.

Eh, I'm with you, Chopper.

Counting crates? Not exactly my idea of fun.

Is that because you never learned to count? I can teach you.

What? No!

I don't have to stay here and listen to this.

I'll be in the command center.

Doing what?

Commanding!

Captain.

Anything to report?

We've been tracking meteors impacting on the surface nearby.

We think one of them knocked out a perimeter sensor in sector six.

Should I send a unit?

No, I'll go take a look.

Chopper, you're with me.

Oh, you don't want to go?

Fine. Then you can stay here and help AP-5 with his supply inventory.

Chopper, there you are.

We have a lot of inventory to calculate immediately.

Look. Wait. Where are you going?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Well, I don't see a meteor,

but it looks like spiders had a go at it.

Easy enough to fix.

Looks like something stumbled onto a nest and got swarmed.

Huh. It's some kind of droid.

And not one of ours.

How'd it get here?

Doesn't look Imperial.

We should take it back to base,

see if we can figure out where it came from.

(CHOPPER GRUNTING FRUSTRATEDLY)

Course you disagree and wanna trash it.

Well, I suppose, since Hera left you in charge...

Oh, wait, she didn't.

(CHOPPER GRUNTING FRUSTRATEDLY)

Agent Kallus, we've lost contact with one of our Infiltrators.

It hasn't reported in.

What was its last known location?

The droid never transmitted its coordinates, so we don't know.

Should we alert Command?

If we chased down every temporary comm failure,

we'd have little time to do anything else.

If there's still no contact by next cycle, we'll follow up.

For now, we wait.

No, no, no, no. This is all wrong.

Rations in the munitions section?

Torpedoes with detonators?

My maker! This is a logistics nightmare.

Say what you like about the Empire, they were organized.

Mostly because of me, of course.

Hey, Inventory!

Um, excuse me.

This is a supply area, not a trash compactor.

We found this busted-up droid in the wasteland.

Can you identify it?

Hmm.

It looks like an older model of some type of protocol droid.

I should be able to give it enough power for a systems restart.

Hey, it worked!

Of course it worked.

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT) Hello.

Who are you?

Where do you come from?

Designation, unknown.

Its memory systems are damaged.

Armory and munitions storage area.

Proton torpedoes, 47.

Blaster recharges, 820.

Thermal detonators, 62 crates.

Ion mines, 32.

Did he... Did he just scan and inventory this entire area?

He's better at your job than you are.

I seriously doubt that.

However, he appears to be a logistics droid

and could prove useful as my assistant.

Hmm. Seems harmless enough.

I guess we could take in another stray.

Species, Lasat. Designation, military.

Rank, unknown.

Captain Orrelios at your service.

Fast learner, this one.

Heh.

Astromech C1 series.

Obsolete mechanism. No longer in production.

(CHOPPER GRUNTING FRUSTRATEDLY)

He doesn't like you. Now I really like him. (CHUCKLES)

(OVER PA) Captain Orrelios to the command center

for a priority message.

Keep an eye on my new friend, huh?

Very well.

Sir, we have a message from Fulcrum.

Let's hear it. Put him through.

The Empire has begun to deploy recon droids.

These Infiltrators sweep the Outer Rim worlds for rebel bases.

Oh, look at that thing. It's armed to the teeth.

They are extremely dangerous, but can appear harmless while in protocol mode.

Oh, no.

One recently failed to report in.

Be advised, if the droid remains out of contact,

the Empire will come after it, and soon.

Fulcrum out.

Make sure you categorize every crate in this section.

Oh, this is marvelous.

You and I are going to get along famously.

We'll have this rebel base in tip-top shape.

Rebel.

AP-5, step away from that droid!

Rebel base.

Um, what exactly is happening?

That thing's some kind of Imperial recon droid.

Rebel base identified.

Get away from it! What's it doing?

Designation, Imperial Infiltrator droid EXD-9.

It's remembering.

Assignment, Atollon.

Target, rebels.

Stop! Oh!

Uh-oh!

You okay, Chop?

I can only guess what he's saying.

In summary, "I told you so."

Well, I managed to damage it, but it's on the run now.

Ah, we can't let that thing report what it saw back to the Empire.

We must alert Captain Syndulla.

Uh, no time.

Hera put me in charge because she trusts me. I'm not letting her down.

Come on. It's leaking fluid. We can track it.

Ghastly.

This poor astromech's power core has been completely drained.

And several key components have been removed.

That thing's repairing itself.

Trail ends here, where it patched itself up.

Chopper, think you can track it?

Chopper said its power supply is not registering on his scanners.

The power it consumed from this droid was likely not enough for its needs.

It may still be looking for more.

Well, that gives me an idea.

Really? You can have those?

Chopper, you get its attention.

Lure it to me, and I'll blast it.

May I remind you that we are in an area housing high-explosive munitions?

Perhaps not the best place to be firing blasters.

We were lucky enough the first time.

You could have told me that before.

I just told you now.

Okay, so I'll just grab it.

Get it on the ground and shut it down.

Grab it? That's your plan?