The Venator-class Star Destroyer was on the way to Geonosis, travelling through the blueish hyperspace tunnel. Jedi Master Maya Greatstorm stood alone at the central viewport, her hands clasped behind her back. Stars stretched like white blades across the void of hyperspace, Clone officers manned their stations, speaking in calm yet firm tones, making sure that nothing would go wrong during the travel.

In that very moment, the doors slid open with a hiss, revealing Commander Soren's silhouette that stepped onto the bridge.

The General didn’t turn to face him. Her voice came cool and even, as though she had expected him the moment he arrived.

“Commander.” She acknowledged his presence.

She kept her eyes on the void. Her mind was already on Geonosis — its blistering heat, the tangled battle lines, the war waiting in every dune. “Report.”

The Commander moved closer, boots echoing softly against the durasteel floor. He stopped moving when he was 1 meter away from her. “Fleet holds formation. Simulations were completed. The battalion is ready.” He glanced at her shoulder, then the stars beyond.

Greatstorm nodded slightly, more a gesture of acknowledgment than praise. “The Rogue Jedi are killing the innocents." She murmured, her eyes narrowing.

"Sir, if I may..." He started and he lowered his voice. “You haven’t rested since Coruscant, and you still think about the last accident. I know that it was alarming... But you didn't sleep at all.

At that, she turned — just slightly — to look at him. Her white eyes caught the faint blue glow of hyperspace. They were unreadable, as always. “There is no rest in war,” she said. “Not until it ends. Besides, we cannot risk it."