Taun We: Welcome, little one. This is your first day. Your designation will be RS-138. We expect great things from you. You have been born into dangerous times. A sharp mind will be the key to survival. But as often as not, it will be your inherent physical traits that win the day. And in this regard, you will be superior to your more common brethren. For you are a commando, something truly special. Your weapons, your armor, and most importantly, your brothers. The aipha of our world hunt in pods to bring down much larger prey. So too, will you join your brothers and become fierce hunters for the Republic. Now, join your pod, and embrace your destiny as their leader. Join Delta Squad: Delta 40, your foundation, a pure and uncomplicated soldier; 62, the heart and soul of your team; and 07, the fiercest hunter of all your brethren. You are each a piece of a whole person, and the Republic will call on you to defend, and give your lives if need be
Clone Advisor: Once you're inside, proceed with disabling maneuvers.
Sev: Disabling maneuvers?
Scorch: Uh... blowing things up?
Sev: Oh... I knew that.
Scorch: I think we may have to blast our way through that... And I'm *not* just saying that because I love to blow stuff up.
Sev: Yes, you are.
Sev: Some people say that in order to achieve maximum combat effectiveness, they need to get into the zone. Sir, I *live* in the zone
Scorch: Was it red-red-green or red-green-red?
Sev: And he's supposed to be the demolitions expert?
Scorch: Rule number 48, Sev: any crash you can walk away from, is a good one
Scorch: Man, this place gives me the creeps.
Sev: Ah, Scorch... Nothing better than a jungle hunt. Hiding in the bush, putting a plasma bolt through a hostile's cranium...
[sighs wistfully]
Sev: Makes me feel alive.
Scorch: Okay, now Oh-Seven's giving me the creeps.
Sev: Damn, I don't believe it!
Scorch: What's wrong, Sev?
Sev: I've lost count of my kills
Scorch: If we're all clones, why am I the only one with a sense of humor
Scorch: The garden has a pest problem: Trandoshans.
Sev: Would you prefer baby Wookiees?
Scorch: Uh, not really. Too cute.
Scorch: [Blows up a blockade and laughs] That blew up real good
Scorch: [after geonosian leader is dead] Woohoo! Yeah! I love that smell!
Clone Advisor: All I smell is a burnt geonosian.