2145. The final madness
"Scorpion Annihilator... super tank..." Watto-Tambo repeated, "These two technologies are no longer available."
He stared at Lot Dude, his eyes under the goggles glowed with indifference, and added, "The super tank was developed and manufactured in the factory of Geonosis. During the battle of Galactic Republic's attack on Geonosis, the factory was destroyed and the technical data was lost. As for Scorpion Annihilator..."
He snorted coldly, "This technology has been handed over to Count Dooku a long time ago. If you want, you can ask him."
Lott-Dude said, "Count Dooku has been dead for three years."
"So, Scorpion Annihilator's technology has been lost." Watto-Tambo said coldly.
Lott-Dude sneered and said, "I am very happy to see that your rhetoric about these two technologies is so seamless, so give me the things now. At least in your rhetoric, we can say that these two technologies were found in Raxus Prime, the administrative capital of Confederacy of Independent Systems, and this will not involve you Technological Alliance."
"I said, these two technologies have been lost." Watto-Tambo repeated again.
"I'm not here to negotiate terms with you, Watto-Tambo." Lott Dude's tone was extremely cold. "You should know that Trade Federation is in a life-and-death crisis now. Scorpion Annihilator and the super tank can give us an absolute advantage in urban street fighting. In order to obtain these two technologies, I will do anything."
"You... what do you want to do!!" Watto-Tambo couldn't help but stand up from his seat and back away.
"Anything!" Lott Dude said gloomily, "I advise you to give me your things now! In this way, before Palpatine decides to confiscate all your Technological Alliance property, you still have Trade Federation standing in the way. And if not, think about the consequences you will face."
"This is impossible!" Watto-Tambo began to panic.
"Nothing is impossible! Watto-Tambo. No matter what the result is, we Trade Federation will cause huge harm to the Galactic Empire! And by then, we will be eager to make up for the losses we have suffered from other places, Galactic Empire What will do? Will he honestly make money in the market?" Lott-Dude stepped closer, his expression becoming more and more distorted, "Or you can just capture me now and give it to the Galactic Empire. If I remember correctly, the price Galactic Empire gave me is 100 million credit points."
"Asshole... stay away from me..." Watto-Tambo was wearing a robe-style protective suit and it was difficult to move. He was definitely not as agile as Lot-Dude sitting on the mobility robot. He was overtaken in a few steps and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Lot-Dude directly approached that ugly face and said viciously, "Hand over, Scorpion Annihilator, and... the super tank!"
"... Okay! Okay, okay! You win!" Watto-Tambo suddenly shouted as if he collapsed. He opened the mechanical chest of his protective suit, and there was a card slot hidden inside, which contained a small memory. "Take it! Take it! Take it all! There are some prototypes, just in Hypori planet... You can take them too!"
Lott-Dude reached out and took off the memory, pressed the button and browsed the files inside. In the small holographic projection, some pictures were projected, including Scorpion Annihilator, super tanks, and even the most cutting-edge research results of the Technological Alliance during Clone Wars, including the B-3 super combat robot.
He weighed the memory in his hand, his expression finally became normal, and he turned and walked outside. When he came, he turned sideways and said, "Send the things you want to transfer quietly to Rendili Planet. There, there will be means for you to escape to Duchy of Dawn."
Watto-Tambo stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and then sat back on his luxurious seat without saying a word. The eyes under the goggles just kept staring at Lot Dude, motionless.
"The next time we see each other, it will be in Dawn Star Planet, or... hell..." Lott-Dude's voice also became shrill. He sighed and drove the walking robot out.
In the huge living room, two figures moving away were reflected, both looking so lonely...
12BBY, August 14th. Imperial Capital, Imperial Center, Emperor's Palace.
The battle situation of Vulpter and Rosha has been placed in front of Emperor Palpatine. He looked at the staggering casualty figures on the battle situation, but his face was expressionless.
After reading it carefully, Palpatine said coldly, "According to the combat plan, the battle has ended for both Vulpter and Rosha. Why has it been delayed until now? What is this casualty number?"
Standing next to him, the Empire Supreme Advisor Sant-Pestachi lowered his head deeply, almost burying it in his chest. He whispered, "Your Majesty...Trade Federation is very determined to resist. Indeed, they are turning this dispute into a protracted and long-term war. Such huge casualties are indeed beyond our plans... But please rest assured that Dath-Lord Vader will definitely take over these two planets."
"What I'm asking you is..." Palpatine's voice was distorted and greasy, "Why did so few people die? Is it because Das-Vader is still kind? Or is Imperial army already incompetent? Didn't Imperial army shoot the prisoners on the spot when they caught them?"
Sant-Pestachi was sweating profusely and lowered his head, daring not to speak.
"Jiejiejiejie..." Palpatine suddenly laughed strangely without warning. He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the endless world cities of Coruscant, "I have said it before, Galactic Empire, never reliable. Das-Vader, Blackhole, Kadan... They are all a bunch of useless trash! Do you know why?"
"I... my wisdom cannot match one ten thousandth of your... Your Majesty..." Sant-Pestachi almost shrank himself into a ball.
"Galactic Empire inherited Galactic Republic's property, territory, people, army, and power... but also inherited all the dark sides of Galactic Republic. As a result, Galactic Republic Galactic Empire has many factors for 's demise, all of them." Palpatine's expression was distorted, but with that terrifying smile on his face, "How could I not know this? Hehehehehe..."
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. The Darkness Plan you are leading is proceeding smoothly... Whether Galactic Empire fails or not, it will not have any impact on your plan..." Sant Pestachi said with his head lowered.