There is something very touching about them. They look like soldiers; they fight like soldiers; and sometimes they even talk like soldiers. They have all the finest qualities of the fighting man. But behind that is nothing-
No love, no family, no happy memory that comes from having truly lived. When I see one of these men killed, I weep more for him than for any ordinary soldier who has lived a full and normal life.
---Jedi General Ki-Adi-Mundi
Starship Majestic, Hutt space-
"RC-one-one-three-six", General Windu called. Hunter snapped to attention. "Sir", he acknowledged. "You'll be seeing you new squad in the meeting room on level 13", the Jedi reported. "Oh"
"I know how you feel trooper", he said grabbing his shoulder. "I once had a brother. I watched him be murdered by a Dark Jedi known as", he paused. "Known as Hokan", he said finally. "Is this Dark Jedi a part of the separatists", Hunter asked. "Yes", came the short reply. General Windu seemed lost in thought. "Well, I should be off to that meeting", Hunter walked away. "Well", he thought. " Now I have my targets name…"