Wait until dark.

Calculating that a strike later, where all forces would return to base, would be better for the attack, OOM-947ordered its droid forces to remain out of site and wait until dark to begin the ****. The STAP regroup with the main **** and all were silently waiting the the day cycle to end. Making sure their chances of being spotted were reduced, OOM kept the MST's along with 20 droid units further back until the fighting had commenced, to reduce the big transports being sighted by clone lookouts.

Several hours pass, and the remaining patrols return to camp. The 9 missing clones zoom in with their BARC speeder bikes. After powering them down, they moved further into the outpost. As more time passes, many of the clone women once around the base were now moving to what appeared to be the mess hall and sleeping quarters to turn in for the evening. Leaving only a few clones and the gun turrets to keep watch. They seemed to notice that their fellow clones haven't returned yet but don't seem to treat it with much concern.

Deciding that now is the time to strike, OOM turned on its radio to begin the attack.

"STAP team, began your sweep of the base. Concentrate on gun emplacements then the AT-TE." it order.

"Roger, roger." came the swift reply. Shortly after, the 5 STAP units could be seen flying towards the base and begin blasting the unsuspecting clones. Before they could react they were already being shot at with 3 placements already having being neutralized. As they finished their sweep, almost all gun turrets were knocked out with the clones lying wounded or knocked out nearby.

As the rest of the clones came out of the outpost to investigate the commotion, the rest of the droid **** was already in range and began firing on the clone ranks as they scrambles to try and defend the outpost. Many clones coming out of the barracks had no armor and some didn't even have a weapon on hand, so many went down swiftly, while those who had blasters moved fast to get to cover and return fire, slowly taking out several B1 droids. But no matter how many they shot, they made little difference as the enemy numbers still had several more waiting to replace the ones shot. As several cones ran towards the AT-TE, the STAP's came back around and began firing on the republic walker, blowing it up and effectively removing it from the battle.

As the clones were quickly brought down, with only a small number being able to fight back, the droids moved to surround the remaining troopers while others moved to secure the command center currently holding several clones inside. Eventually, the clones, realizing that they wouldn't win the fight outside, moved to try and secure themselves inside the barracks while those closest to the command center were pushed back inside before they could try and secure themselves. Barricading the doors to the quarters, the ladies of the GAR prepared themselves to hold out for as long as possible.

As 50 of the attacking droids amassed outside the doors, the STAP's came back around and started blasting the doors, tearing them to pieces, ruining whatever the clones did to try and stop the advancing droids. The troopers continued to fight with whatever they could, even trying to charge the B1's with whatever they could use. As droids continued to march further into the barracks as the clones either fought and fell or retreated deeper into the building.

Meanwhile, 8 clone troopers, including the outpost commander, were trapped inside the control room as 40 droids at the base were marching towards their position. Taking cover behind what cover was available, the remaining clones took shots whenever possible, trying to either survive for as long as possible or to take out as many droids as they could before falling themselves. As the droids continued to advance, the clones were **** back farther back into the quarters.

"Keep fighting soldiers!" the clone commander called out, hoping to keep her comrades fighting longer. "We'll drive these tin cans back not too lon-!" her rally call was cut short as a shot from OOM brought her down. Shortly after her fall, the other clones were shot themselves. It continues until the last 2 clones tried rushing the droids head on in a final effort, only to be brought down in an instant from moving from cover.

Shortly afterwards, the remaining clones inside the barracks and other hiding places around the base were neutralized, the last of them stunned and incapacitated. The outpost was taken with only 27 droid losses, 12 of them looking as if they could be recovered and only 4 dead clones, 3 died from the STAP strafe and 1 died from the stun.

Following their victory, the droids were quick to start processing the clones prepping them for transport. Female bodies were being dragged out of the barracks, gun emplacements and command room and piled outside while other B1 units began removing all equipment, armor and clothing from each trooper before joining them with their lost patrol on board the MST's. **** clones were all crammed into the tight spaces of the racks, their nude bodies rubbing against one another with vibrators shoved up each of their cunts and restrained with stun cuffs. The base commander was squished between a tech officer and private while the vibrating waist of a sergeant was almost **** into her face. When the clones would wake up, it would be too late.

All taken equipment was being sorted out to determine what would be best reused for the droid army. The speeder bikes were dismantles and the AT-TE was torn apart to salvage whatever was left inside.

Meanwhile, OOM-947 stood in the control room, looking over the outpost and observing its fellow B1 units handled the new slaves of the CIS. This was but one victory on a small planet. While it would give the droid army a better chance at defeating the Republic's forces, there was still so much to do. Moving towards the communications station, OOM changed the frequency to a Separatist channel before opening the line.

"This if Commander OOM-947. Outpost BY-42 has been secured as instructed. All Republic forces neutralized and restrained. Awaiting instructions." the Droid Commander sent to its central command.

"Understood" came a reply. "Yours was the last outpost to be taken before launching the counter attack. We shall begin immediately. You are to search the outpost for anything useful and hold your position until transports arrive to relocate your ****."

"Roger, roger." was OOM's response. Looking back down to the MST's, OOM could see that the droids have loaded up all clones present on the base. As the transports began retracting their racks, the clones began to regain consciousness, although their senses were dulled with the vibrators obstructing their thoughts. As they begin to recognize their situation, they start expressing their despair in many ways. Some cried, others yelled, while others started screaming or begging that this would not be their fate. Their noises were silenced when the hatch closed on them, sealing them to a life of slavery.

Such is what is deserved to those who challenge the power of the droid army.