The Fighter goes to combat for a selfish reason. They seek nothing but self satisfaction from the harm of another, to prove their own strength.

The Warrior is no better, going to battle for the selfish gain of glory and honor, that which they shall never obtain.

The Soldier, however, is different. They fight not for themselves, they fight for the people they are charged to protect. Unlike the Fighter and Warrior, they do not hate their enemy. They simply defy the enemy, so they may never pose a threat to the Soldier's charge.

There has never in history been a more noble, honorable, selfless, and respectable combatant than the Soldier, for they are the ones who sacrifice themselves, so others don't have too.

-High Prophet of Fairness, San'shyuum leader and poet on the nature of the combatant

March 8, 22ABY
In Slip Space Transit
CoAS Key of Discovery, on rout to Trevelyan
Assigned Personal Quarters
Jedi Master Secura

To say that Master Aayla Secura was taken aback by these extra-galactic people would be a gross understatement. She was absolutely fascinated with them. The fact that they have the capacity to create ships that dwarf entire fleets was impressive enough on its own, then she read the current known history of this galaxy they call 'The Milky Way'.

God-like species, evil parasites, artificial galactic extinction, artificial repopulation, and one hundred thousand years of rebuilding. She was clearly in the midst of a coalition of civilizations that could easily rival and dwarf the entirety of her own galaxies' history. One thing, though, had her attention far more than the historical records she had been provided to read.

"mhmmmmmm..." was the only thing audible from Secura's mouth as she devoured another Squouch fruit, which was apparently native to the Sangheili home world. The food in this place puts everything else to shame she thought as she swallowed.

Haley, the Spartan Soldier that had acted as her chaperone on the ship for the last couple of hours, had been kind enough to take her to some of the best places to eat on this floating city they call a ship. She had been taken to a restaurant known as Quark's and was treated to some of the best hospitality she had ever seen. Furthermore, for giant, hairy apes, those Jiralhanae can really cook. The customers had been a group of every species on the ship, according to her escort.

To be honest, Secura was actually having a bit of fun, which she didn't expect to have. Unfortunately, the mood had been ruined when an Ung'goy servant came to ask if they could bring her ship into a docking berth aboard their ship. This reminded Secura of the fact that roughly eight hundred of her clone allies had been killed aboard that ship by unknown means. It brought her mood to a really sour point. Of course, she said yes to the request, but the sadness it had brought her to a very important question.

"Do you know what happened to the Undaunting?" she had asked the small creature that was barely two thirds her hight.

"The full events of what caused its current state are unknown, though it is clear that it was in a major battle, judging by the multiple hull breaches and scorched sections of armor. We will inform you when we have learned more about what happened." It had replied.

With that, it left, and Secura was now in a bad mood. While Haley escorted her to the quarters they were providing her, she was brought by a window, and what was outside was impressive. She saw two of the smaller, grey ships pulling her once mighty war ship towards a large opening in the side of the Discovery.

Soon there after, she was in her accommodations for the time being, and she was astonished. It was like a high cost apartment on Corusaunt. It had a small kitchen, a medium living space, a small hallway and two rooms. She was very happy to find that the first one in the hall was a full bathroom designed for humanoid creatures, complete with a bathtub. That, she couldn't wait to use.

The second room was a bedroom with a double bed with unbelievably soft sheets, as well as a small work desk in a little crevice in the wall. On the desk was a small device that seemed like a miniature holo-communicator, which it was, and an assortment of tools in a compartment on the right side. As she sat down, she got frightened for a second as a display of some kind suddenly appeared in front of her. It was clearly a projection, but it felt solid to the touch. Haley explained to her that it was a hard light terminal, and she could use it like any other computer, and change the layout to her preference.

As Secura began to fiddle with the terminal, she was beginning to wonder how these people could be so prepared for her. It was as if they already knew everything she was going to ask. Honestly, it slightly scared her, but more so annoyed her. Even though she knew she needed it, she still didn't much care of having things explained to her constantly.

A few moments later, she was alone in her new quarters, having found some fruits to eat in the kitchen area, and was reading through the history of this new galaxy.

She couldn't wait to share this with the Order when she got back.

March 8, 22ABY
Planet : Zygerria
Rebel Alliance to Restore the Republic NebulaB-class starship 'Continental', in orbit
Continental Bridge
Captain Xian Boringson

Things weren't looking good for Boringson as he stared down an Imperial Star Destroyer through the glass view-ports of his bridge. The Empire had suddenly appeared in orbit around Zygerria roughly two hours ago, and caught the local Rebel fleet of a mere twelve ships of guard. The Imperial force, which was two hundred strong, had lain waist to half the Rebel formation within five minutes. The only reason the other six ships hadn't been destroyed yet was because they had dived down into the planet's atmosphere long enough to fool the Imperial's sensors into thinking they had burned up.

Now, how the Imperial commanders feel for this trick, which was honestly so easy to spot a child could tell it was fake, would likely never be known by Boringson. What he did know, however, was that he needed to destroy these ships. Thus far, he had managed to get two of them down, but at the cost of heavy damage to an allied ship, as well as several contingents of star fighters being shot down.

Currently, he was looking at the command super structure of the Imperial Flag Ship. More specifically, he was staring straight at the bridge. He could tell, even though he couldn't really see through the glass, that the Imperial Captain on that ship was looking right back at him with the most smug-ass grin on his face.

"Imperial bastards." Was his only thought on the matter, as he turned to address his crew.

"Listen up, we are never going to win this. Our only option is to jump out of system in a random direction. Nav! Set a course." He practically yelled, to be heard above the sound of turbo-blaster fire bombarding the Continental's failing shields.

In response, he got no words, but only action. Soon, the Continental found itself quickly breaking away from the heavily one sided battle, going for a random point in space, and for a moment, it looked as if they would actually escape. But then, in jumped the bane of every Rebel Captains existence. An Executor-class Dreadnaught.

"Ah kriffen' hell..." Were Boringson's last words as his ship crashed into the significantly larger vessel that had appeared directly into the Continental's flight path.

Soon, all that was left of the Continental and its crew was a broken down, flaming chunk of scrap metal drifting wildly through space.

Yo, short chapter, I know. A shit one too! But, lets be honest here, what did you expect?
Anyways, just a filler thing that I wrote up. I have big plan's for this story in the future, but the problem is the bit between now and the future.
Also, don't expect regular updates. I couldn't keep a schedule if someone else was doing everything for me.