Star Wars: The Clone Wars

After suffering a series of disastrous defeats

at the hands of General Grievous,

the Republic's foothold in the Outer Rim is in jeopardy.

Commissioned to protect the strategic world of Bothawui,

Anakin Skywalker and his weary battle group

are all that stands between the system

and domination by the Droid Army.

Among our most recent losses was the battle group at Falleen.

The Separatist fleet commanded by General Grievous is headed your way.

Seems like that coward always knows where and when to attack us.

You're heavily outnumbered, Anakin. I advise retreat.

If we run, the Separatists will take control of this sector.

-I can't let them do that. -And that is your problem.

Master Kenobi is right. We should regroup. We don't stand a chance against...

-Ahsoka... -Suicide is not the Jedi way, Master.

You should listen to your Padawan.

As you listen to yours, my old master? No, we're going to stay and fight.

And I think I know how to beat Grievous at his own game.

Our spies were right, General.

The Jedi have positioned a fleet beyond the planetary rings.

Move our ships through the asteroid field to engage them.

Through the field, sir?

If we attack from above, they will have the advantage.

So we will go through the rocks.

-That didn't sound good. -All power to the forward shields.

What if they attack us from behind?

They can't. The asteroids will protect us.

Gold Squadron, tighten formation. Slow approach. Let's draw them in.

Yes, sir.

Don't worry, Artoo. Grievous is falling right into our trap.

Resolute command to Gold Leader. We are standing by.

Enemy closing to Zone 6.

-Patience, Ahsoka. -Zone 4.

Zone 3.

General, we have a clear shot at their cruisers.

Good. Good!

They're right on top of us! Should we commence firing?

Wait... Wait...

Concentrate fire on the closest Republic cruiser.

Roger, roger.

We're outgunned!

We're not gonna last a Mynock minute out here!

Hang on, Ahsoka. We've got them right where we want them.

Watch your stabilizer, Gold 6!

It's no good. Incoming's too heavy.

Gold Squadron, take evasive action!

Sir, yes, sir! Breaking off!

No, Artoo, we're not retreating. Good thing you gave us that extra power.

Let's finish them off!

Ahsoka, they're in position. Unveil our little surprise.

Right away, Master. Rex, old boy, it's time you joined the party.

With pleasure, sir.

General, we've been outflanked.

All units, fire at will!

Impossible!

Forward cannon, let them have it!

This is too easy!

Get us out of here!

Uh, where are we supposed to go?

Uh, General? Well, I guess I'm in charge now.

Grievous!

Let's finish this. All batteries, target that command bucket!

He's powering up his hyperdrive, Artoo. Hang on!

More speed, Artoo!

See what you can do about that, buddy.

Uh-oh.

I got a bad feeling about this.

-What happened? -You owe Rexster your skin, Skyguy.

Just doing my job, sir. It was your plan that won the day.

Grievous is AWOL, but his fleet of tinnies is nothing but spare parts.

Good work, both of you. Where's Artoo?

I'm sorry, Master, he's gone.

Congratulations, Anakin. Your resourcefulness always amazes me.

Thank you, Master.

-You look troubled. -I lost Artoo in the field.

Well, R2 units are a dime a dozen. I'm sure you'll find a suitable replacement.

I could take a squad out there, track him down.

Anakin, it's only a droid.

You know attachment is not acceptable for a Jedi.

It's not just that, Master. How do I put this?

I didn't wipe Artoo's memory.

What? He's still programmed with our tactics and base locations?

If the Separatists get a hold of him...

What possessed you not to erase that droid's memory?

Master Obi-Wan,

sometimes Artoo having that extra information

has come in handy.

Well, then find that droid, Anakin. Our necks might very well depend on it.

Right away, Master.

You ready to go, Snips?

Master, they just delivered your replacement astromech droid.

This is R3-S6.

I've heard that the new R3s are far faster in thinking skills

and more powerful than the old R2 units.

And best of all, Master, he's gold!

A gold droid for Gold Leader of Gold Squadron?

You can't replace Artoo.

Don't worry, Goldie. You'll get to know him later. Come on.

There's my ship!

Artoo's gone. He must have escaped. He's gotta be around here somewhere.

Artoo isn't on the scanners, but there is a ship out there.

Looks like a Trandoshan scavenger,

probably combing the battlefield for salvage.

The historical texts say...

Archive texts can only teach you a part of the picture, my young Padawan.

You'll learn a lot more through some hands-on experience.

Ugh!

What's that smell?

Ugh.

You'll get used to it.

Hey! We'd like to buy a droid. You selling?