(20 BBY, aboard the Venator-Class cruiser Hod Haran. The 35th Forest Infantry Regiment has recently returned to the ship from a battle on the nearby planet, and the ship now lingers in the system in wait of resupply.)

Gator stands, staring out at the stars through the force field that separates the vacuum of space from the fighter bay's interior.

"At least it's a little quiet..."

Says the medic, tired from the constant work of the last few days, and silently dreading his return to the medbay later on.