Author'sNote: Hey, thanks for reading and review the story you all. Reviews really encouraged me when I was stuck so thanks. Oh, by the way. I changed the previous chapters.

Chapter 4

New Corusant Republic Base. Hangar Bay. 1410 Hours

Being in the hangar bay of any Republic base was like being in a marketplace. This one in particular had been seeing more action than usual. Ships of all kinds were constantly flying in carrying precious loads of ammunition, troopers and possibly medical supplies. Others carried the dead and wounded. Troopers stood nearby taking breaks waiting to be sent back out to the battle field. They were talking and joking like regular soldiers would. Jangotat glanced at them. One of the troopers caught his gaze and held it. The others he was talking with turned toward the direction he was looking. The trooper gave him the same neutral stare and nodded slowly in acknowledgment. Jangotat turned away and saw the body bags and wounded being loaded off of the med ships. Some of the wounded troopers stared into blankly into space. Others screamed in and writhed in pain. Several medics had to hold down one of the uncooperative ones. He managed to knock a couple of the medics down before being sedated. Jangotat watched as he was hauled off to the med bay to await surgery or perhaps to await death.

His squad mates were unusually quiet. Scooby opened his mouth slightly as if to speak but stopped as he looked at Gun. He looked at Janogotat, expecting him to say something. Gun was chewing rapidly on a nervestick. He looked extremely nervous.

"You okay?" he asked.

Gun looked startled by his voice. Jangotat gave him a concerned look and said ",I know what happened in the bathroom."

Gun gulped but didn't respond.

Jangotat sighed and tried again. " You broke another mirror Gun. I know there's something wrong but you aren't telling us, why?"

"You won't understand...," Gun murmured.

"If you tell us, we will."

"No."

Jangotat lips set in a straight line. He wasn't going to give up so easily. If Gun continued to act like this he was a danger to the squad and the mission itself. He could... no he shouldn't be thinking like that. Gun will get back in shape before zero hour. He always had and he wouldn't fail them this time.

"Fine. But don't let this interfere with our mission."

"Yeah, whatever."

The Gorth Lak and the Deltas were waiting for them in front of a ship. A Nubian Yacht to be exact.

"Uh, why the hells are we using this? Why aren't we using a Larty? I mean it looks like one hit in the right place could bring it down?"

Everyone looked at Scooby who shrugged. The Jedi stifled, or least he tried to, his smile. He looked quite amused by Scooby's outburst.

Cody, who must have mistaken Lakes expression to be one of embarrassment apologized. "Sorry General, like I said earlier he's like this at times"

"It's all right. I don't see anything wrong with that."

Boss spoke up, " Advisory had received word from high command to use a civilian craft. Uahar is a neutral planet, we can't risk sending any ship registered under the GAR."

"But the damn thing looks like a fragging . . . ",Scooby started.

Cody nudged him enough to almost tip him over.

"Shutting up, sir."

Boss cocked his head. "Well looks are deceiving sergeant. This damn thing has weapons and defense systems that rival our best starfighters. Plus all the unnecessary items that were onboard were removed to make room for our equipment. So you'd best be showing some respect."

There was a few minutes of awkward silence before Lak spoke again.

"So I trust that you gentlemen can take things from here?"

Jangotat scoffed and he looked at him peculiarly.

"Don't worry sir, we're professionals."

The Jedi nodded, but Jangotat caught a look of concern pass over his face before it returned to the usual tranquil appearance that Jedi have. He waved aboard the rest of his squad before climbing the ramp himself.

Aboard contraband ship Kilo11. 2100 Hours.

Rivulets sweat dripped down Cody's forehead. He gazed at his opponent across him. A-20 had a cocky grin on his face, one that Cody was about to strike off. He blocked A-20's attacks with an upward parry and immediately swung his staff down hard on his shin. 20 yelped in pain and dropped one of his rods. He scowled angrily and charged recklessly at Cody. Cody simply sidestepped him and brought his staff down on 20's head. 20 looked at him in shock and collapsed.

"Solah.", Cody murmured.

"Whoa. You brought down a Force sensitive."P-12 muttered in amazement, as he went to go check on 20. He gave a thumb's up and continued, " Well, he's out cold. He's fine though, except for the gigantic welt forming on his head. As for you, uh, you better hope he doesn't remember this or he might go psycho on you."

Cody looked at him neutrally. He knew that 20 would know better than that.

"Don't worry about him."

He laid the his staff on one of the crates full of ordnance Cody picked up a white hand towel he had laid there earlier and wiped the sweat off of his head and neck as best he could. Unfortunately, when RC-1138 said that the vehicle was stripped of unnecessary items, he also meant that the shower was also removed. He was beginning to regret the exercise as he looked at his scratched armour. He unattached them from his body suit piece by piece and cleaned them. He reflected today's exercise while cleaning. Cody wondered why 20 had failed while he had won the battle. He thought that 20 would have the upper hand because he was the Force sensitive one and while Cody relied on training and reflexes. Of course Cody did have some training with the famous Red Guards. That was how he came to favour a double-bladed weapon compared to the two weapon style that 20 favoured. There was also the matter of 20 being hotheaded. Cody remembered 20's furious face. 20 was often blinded by his rage. Cody had once seen two Jedi, one a master the other a padawan learner, in training session. The older more experienced Jedi had predicably beaten the younger padawan. He lectured the young one on how his rage would weaken his connection to the Force, how it would make him lose his focus. Cody himself didn't understand how the Force worked, all he knew was that it was there.

He reattached his amour plates and headed to the cockpit to check on A-01's progress. He had volunteered to pilot the craft earlier and now it was Cody's shift. 01 was busy reading his datapad. Cody tapped him on the shoulder plate to let him know that it was his turn. 01 looked up at him and got up from the pilot's seat. Cody immediately sat down and assumed 01's job. But before 01 left the cockpit, he said, "Cody, be sure to announce a couple of hours before exiting hyperspace that everyone reports to the briefing room. And be sure to make it loud and clear. Scooby says that I snore audibly enough to keep you all awake and the everyone within one klick of me." 01 looked at him with a tinge of embarrassment and asked, "Is that true?"

Cody also remembered the time on Azure Republic Base. They were going to sleep for the night after the conducting a successful raid on a CIS base. 01 was the first one to fall asleep. Which was bad news for the rest of them because he snored. Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but 01 was like a holo-musicvid amplified a thousand times over the recommended volume. He didn't know how 12 or 20 would describe it but that's how he would.

Cody looked at him and stated simply, "Would you like me to sugar-coat it or just flat out tell you how it really is? Because I can't lie. It would be against my morals."

01 exhaled loudly and said, "Never mind. Just do what I told you to."

He turned and headed out of the cockpit.

Cody just shook his head and returned to monitoring the instruments. He wasn't exactly looking forward to the mission. Ugh, jungle. He hated the jungle and it's unsanitary conditions. But what could he do? He went where they needed him most, be it Special Operations to directing a whole sector of troops. He followed orders and that's all that mattered.

A/N: I'll explain later about Gun's Force sensitvity. But I hope you all enjoyed it so far.