Naw, Lt. Fishhead, it’s not a trap. On the contrary, it’s a perfectly honest, obvious, direct full frontal attack. I know that you’re a bit wary of traps, because of your family’s history in that regard, but this one really isn’t a trap. Don’t worry, I’m sure you won’t end up like your uncle, the admiral, who’s the laughingstock of all the sentient creatures in the universe.
Since we’ve established that Comrade Uranin can’t simply wipe out the base with an attack from above, he’s got no other choice than putting boots on the ground and staging a classic assault. This conveniently coincides with the fact that George also had no other choice than working a rip-off of those Imperial AT-ATs in somehow, since otherwise he would have lost tons of his jealously guarded geek cred. And it’s not like it cost him a lot of time – by that stage of planning, it was pretty much a given what those SovieT-ATs would end up looking like.
On a sidenote, it seems that Comrade Uranin is still busy doing the Timewarp. I’m pretty sure that that’s no longer necessary, strictly speaking. ._.
More on Monday.