The hangar buzzed with the sounds of ships being prepped for launch, the air heavy with the scent of fuel and metal. The Jedi Knight stood near the boarding ramp of their ship, scanning the datapad with the latest mission updates. A new addition to the crew had been assigned by Republic command—a soldier from Hoth, someone with a reputation for getting the job done, no matter the cost.

Footsteps echoed through the hangar, and the Jedi glanced up to see him approach. Sergeant Fideltin Rusk, his armor worn from countless battles but his posture rigid and sharp. His expression was unreadable, a man clearly accustomed to war and discipline.

“Sergeant Rusk reporting,” he said, coming to a halt in front of the Jedi. “Command believes my skills will be an asset to your team. My record on Hoth speaks for itself.”

The Jedi took in his demeanor, sensing the cold, unflinching resolve beneath the surface. There was no question about his loyalty, but something about the way he spoke suggested a willingness to make the hard choices others might hesitate to make.

“Good to have you on board,” the Jedi replied. “I’ve heard about Hoth.”

Rusk nodded curtly. “We completed the mission, but not without loss. Casualties were high, but the objective was achieved.”

His tone was matter-of-fact, almost mechanical, as if the deaths of his comrades were simply part of the calculation. It was clear that this soldier viewed victory above all else.

“Your experience will be useful,” the Jedi said, their voice steady. “But understand—this crew is more than just soldiers. We look out for each other.”

Rusk's eyes narrowed slightly, but he gave a firm nod. “Understood. As long as it doesn’t interfere with the mission.”

The Jedi paused, then motioned toward the ship. “Get settled. We’re heading out soon, and we’ll need your expertise.”

Without another word, Rusk turned and ascended the ramp, already focused on the next battle. The Jedi watched him disappear into the ship, feeling the weight of the war growing