AN: This one is shortly after the first part.
The shuttle dropped low, the black paint visible along the hull of the Lambda class as it surveyed the landscape below.
Ryloth was bringing back memories as he glanced over at the similarly painted duo of ARC-170's in escort positions on either side as the shuttle skimmed the cliffs as they surveyed the landscape of the band of habitable space between the fire and ice of the sides of the planet.
It had taken three days to reach planet, leaving their Star Destroyer, now named the Twilight after a smaller craft that remained in his memories, hidden out of the system and taking a smugglers route in to search for Ahsoka Tano.
He remembered the orders that had sent her there to recover while Anakin was sent to Nelvaan with Obi-Wan, Torrent being assigned to remain on Coruscant and ending up in the battle there.
The Togruta had nearly been killed shortly before that, and had apparently recovered with plans to be picked up by Open Circle on its way back to Coruscant from Utapau.
He'd managed to get his hands upon the records covertly while the ships codes still worked with the holonet, technically they still could access it, but the more they used it, the greater the risk of the Empire believing that the Twilight wasn't destroyed as it was currently believed.
Tano was declaired dead, a supposed traitor to the Empire, but there had been no proof given as the squad sent after her while she wandered around the exterior of the city hadn't remained to check with their armor not designed for the local environment, only a group of shineys who were taking on an unarmed and injured Jedi.
Cowards and betrayers.
"Sir," he heard the voice of Slammer from one of the fighters in escort, "My astromech has found one lifesign nearby, its weak, but it's in the right place for where she was reported as being downed."
"Understood," he responded, flipping the switch to raise the wings into landing position and moving to settle in.
He turned as the craft touched down and the hatch began to open.
"Bring her in," he ordered the others with him.
He signaled the second group waiting there, one of the commando pods picked up, "Thetas, you have your orders."
"Yes sir," they responded, the black armored figures exiting beside the medical team he'd brought.
He hated being forced to give the order, but those responsible for his friends injuries or death would have to pay.
And betrayers were no longer among those called brother.
The added benefit of being able to acquire the new armor design the Empire had handed out for their own insertions would let them rescue the brothers imprisoned by the Empire.