Highest point piece closest to center/gambit, if this isn't a wind-up.

Republic wins ties......but we just wanted to one up Darph and the Captain. Report to follow.

We might have to for the last round, Jack will be off with the Mrs. You'll have to use a squad built by him though. (Yes you have)

Yes, +10 for 30 dam. Almost as good as the droids we normaly face.

PS
K'Kruhk, Jedi Master is an excellent proxy for Foul. His left arm is perfect for a mini.

History is written by the winners. The republic, if they win, will make it look as if we are the bad guys, and we can not let that happen. I have evidence that Palpatine is a Sith, plotting to turn the Republic into a dictatorship. That is why I deserted the GAR. Any republic commander that wishes to join us now in our rightful campaign to stop corruption, and save the Galaxy from the evils of dictatorship, I urge you to do so now. This will be reposted on all channels.

Thank you for slipping the name of the Separtist spy/traitor, feeding information to the Separtists. The entire Jedi Council shall meet personally to arrest and punish Palpatine to the full extent of the law. Droids aren't so smart after all?

No, R2 has a little man inside of him -- just waiting to come out (and pee).

I'll be back on April 27, so Joe and I can still get our game in

Yes, but you'll be a forgetful old man at that point.

Now for the report you've all been waiting for!

Smoke Break at Teth Monastery!
Brought to you by Bantha Joe(TM) brand cigarettes!



*** Begin Transmission ***

Wednesday, the Tenth of April of the year 2013 in the Shire reckoning

Supreme Commander,

It is with no small amount of ire that I commit the report of my recent skirmish into permanent record. While I hold myself responsible for the loss of monastery, I must state that I was led astray by the habits of one General Yoda, Grand Master of the apparent Habitual Order!
The day was scheduled to go well, as per our discussions. I and my personal astromech, R4-G3 or "Reginald", had just finished our sweep of the building and were preparing to depart. Just in time too, as I had felt a head-cold coming on all day. Clamboring down the stairs I noted that Master Yoda had not yet arrived. He was nearly 4 hours late for his occupation proceedings inside the monastery. Worse still was the sight of my LAAT/c pilot having a bloody walkabout in the AT-TE we had brought ahead of the rest! What with the headache and the insubordination, I lost my cool immediately, "Oy! Get out of that cockpit you glass-headed wallaby!"
"Sorry, Sir," he called. I could hear the smirk under his helmet. Leaving the crawler just inside the courtyard, he disembarked and I chastised him all the way to the landing pad. Insolent copy probably didn't hear me inside that hard cover of his. Probably listening to the latest, sappy folk-music drivel I dare say.
Upon arrival to the landing pad, Yoda's convoy had only just landed and were beginning to disembark. The Jedi Master could obviously feel my anger and he approached me. Preempting my outburst, Master Yoda held up his hand and said, "Apologize for my delay, I must. Lost, part of my meditation kit was. But found it, I did, in my pocket!" Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. This two-foot-tall hobgoblin pulled a old cigarette lighter out of his robe! Now, I can't precisely remember which configuration of choicest foul language I started to use, but I'm sure it would have curled the identical hairs on each of those ARC Trooper's heads behind him. I never really got going, because the Separatists arrived to take the monastery.
CC-1005 and the infamous ARC Trooper Null-11 saw them open the temple doors. I had only heard about the ARC Troopers' prodigious skill, but I got to see it first hand, if only for a short while. They had their blasters blazing before I had turned around. They were in position near the entrance to the courtyard before I could free myself from the fear of seeing two red-bladed lightsabers being dragged across the ground; melting the ancient stone steps at the pounding feet of what I can only describe as a running, wrathful walnut.
Behind him I could see my nemeses come to haunt me again. The BX commando droids. This time carrying personal energy shields. By the time I was pulled unceremoniously by Master Yoda to the courtyard wall alongside Reggie, the firefight had ceased. "I think we got one, Ordo," said the two ARC Troopers nearest me. "Good shooting," he replied calmly, "but they're in the columns now. I think we're out of this, Gree. Out numbered and out gunned." Before I could object to this assessment, the other Jedi or whatever he was, the one that looked like a shriveled fig, ran to the front of the AT-TE and challenged Master Yoda to a duel. Losing control, one of the other two ARC Troopers opened fire. He was pulled back by the fourth before his blaster bolts could be reflected back upon him. But those near hits were enough for him, the Jedi retreated.
Nothing could prepare me for what happened next. Master Yoda walked up to the courtyard entrance, pulled out a cigarette and lit it on the blade of his lightsaber! Then turned it off! And just stood there! He was trying to bait them. I must admit, I gained a little respect for the little green monster today. Watching him stand there defiantly while the smoke rose over his head.
But it was all for naught. I could hear the BX Captain telling his droids to hold their fire. It was a standoff.
We commanders tried in vain to devise a winning strategy and in the end we had to flee from the incoming CIS gunships. I'll never forget this day.

*******

--ARC Force Five--
55 Yoda
34 Null ARC Trooper Captain Ordo
18 Clone Commander Gree
64 ARC Trooper Sniper x4
8 R4 Astromech Droid
8 R7 Astromech Droid
10 Youngling x2
3 Mouse Droid

(200pts. 12 activations)

Gerry out-activated me which hurt. Although I forgot BX's have Heavy Weapon so he'd have had to dangle his BX's to get shots off long before I ran out of actos. Ah well. That's what I get for fighting under the influence of the common cold.