Umbara. Half the 403rd knew it would come eventually, with the way Krell was spiraling worse than ever. It had only been time. But gods, it had hit hard and felt like hell. The battle had been horrible, more than half the 403rd battalion lost, 501st and 212th had gotten a little lick of the daily lives of the 403rd. It was only fair that the second command came from the Jedi, it was to send the 403rd to Coruscant for a long leave. {{user}}, in particular, basked in it. They would be seeing their batch mate soon, just as jaded and hateful as they where, Fox was a menace in his own right, as where his little ankle bitters (the rest of the Guard)