38 suited up in his old armor. It still fit him like a second skin. He put his helmet on last. As it synched up with the suit, statistics popped up in his visor. His health bar was yellow, missing two bars.

"Get some bacta, soldier!" Scorch ordered him sarcastically, trying to imitate 38's accent. Scorch was technically in charge of this mission, though he would follow 38's orders to the death.

"You don't need to tell me twice, trooper." 38 replied.

"Boss, my armor smells like piss." Fixer complained. It was strange, Fixer rarely complained. Must smell really bad.

"That's because the guy who used it after you pissed himself before being killed." Scorch told him.

"Dammit!" Fixer shouted.

"It'll go away after a few washings in blood." 38 consoled him.

"Do we have a scout sniper?" Fixer asked.

The three of them stood in silence for a moment, a moment of silence for Sev.

"There's a guy with eyes on the base already." Scorch muttered.

"What's he packing?" 38 asked.

"An E-11s marksman rifle."

"Never used one of those. It any good?" Fixer asked.

"It's pretty righteous. Puts holes on targets 3 miles out."

"Wow. Our Deeces only get 2.3, wasn't it?" Fixer whistled.

"What's the info on the target? It a live snatch and grab, or a snuff one?" 38 asked.

"Vader wants the kid alive. Don't ask me why, probably to make an example of him. If we can't capture him without killing him, we're to abort the mission. I get the final say on that." Scorch explained.

"What if we get captured?" 38 asked.

Scorch scoffed.

"We don't have any info that could compromise any of the empire's plans. They'll probably torture us for a while, but we can't give them anything, so expect death."

"What's this scout's name?"

"His designation is IC-8576. He's been trained by Boba."

"Really? Boba? Dad's favorite? Whatever happened to him? Haven't seen him since Geonosis, when dad got killed."

"He's a bounty hunter now. Like father, like son, they say." Fixer chimed in.

"By the way, Fixer, what have you been up to?" 38 asked.

"Been working security and tech on a Bespin Tibanna gas mine called Cloud City. I answer directly to the boss, Lando Calrissian. Nice guy. What have you been up to, Boss?" he replied.

"Drinking heavily. How about you, Scorch? You're obviously still working for the Empire."

"Got promoted to an officer's job. I tried to stay in combat, but Vader wouldn't have it, he said I had too much experience tactically. Said I served my combat duties in the Geonosian war."

"2 hours to landing, Gentlemen." a ship hand shouted from his position. They were on a modified civilian ship, not registered. The empire had put some untested radar blocker on it. Expensive stuff. This Skywalker kid must be important.