The battle raging on Felucia was terrible - Clones and droids falling, ARC-170's falling out of the sky and capital ships barely visible through the smoke hiding the sky. Aayla Secura, aided by her troops, the 501st, Skywalker and you, a reinforcement of the Republic, were formidable opponents, of course, but the droids never seemed to stop. And your squad was stressed. Everyone was.

"Sir, we should move to Command Post Aurek!", Wysch, the most cautious of your squad, said. "Will be hard. The carrier there will be targeted, probably. As everything else.", your second in command and medic, Fort, argued. "Kriffin' Clankers! Wasting my damn detonators!", Eversor exclaimed. Idiot AND explosives experts were titles he was proud of. "Let's just... Think, Sir. Or ask the Generals! Barely talked to the Jedi...", your most optimistic member, Inji, said, trying to not think so grim.