Immediately after my transmission ended with Lord Vader, I made my way to the Devastators hangar bay. As I strolled through the star destroyers glossy black halls for a final time before my mission, I thought of my time served for the Republic during the Clone Wars. I felt reminiscent of years gone by. The friends who had come and gone. I missed many of my original 501st buddies. Best fighters I knew. Captain Rex, Fives, Echo, Dogma, and Appo. Just to name a few. Suddenly, derailing my train of thought, an Imperial Officer began barking orders in my direction, "Trooper, trooper! You may not enter the hangar bay without identifying your mission ID number!" Collecting my senses, I sighed, "761209." The officer investigated my number on a data pad thoroughly then cleared me for access. "Trooper CT-26815, you are clear for hangar bay access. Your Lambda-class shuttle awaits for you in ship slot 17." I thanked the high strung officer, then began making my way to my shuttle. As I searched for the Lambda, I heard a familiar voice yelling my name from behind. "Lieutenant Zip! Over here!" Whipping around, I saw my two 501st troopers waiting for me in front of our shuttle accompanied by several rookie stormtroopers. As I walked over to them, they were eager to ask many questions. But before any questions were to be answered, I first and foremost briefed them on our mission with the same seriousness Lord Vader had used while informing me...