Rebel sat, slumped over on her bed as I took the empty spot next to her. "Well, what should we do now?" Wrecker asked, perturbed. "Just wait around until the order happens?" He questioned sarcastically, he had a point though, we knew it was coming but hadn't made much progress so far and it was sunset. I looked out the window realizing how late it was, either we didn't have much time or he'd backed down and decided to throw us off the trail and not set off the catastrophic bomb today. "No." I stated clearly, knowing that was the only option we couldn't give in to. "We can't, we have to find a place to stay after the order." I said, hiding the fact that that was my way of asking anyone for a suggestion. It was necessary to find a safe base for all our meetings, Coruscant could never be secluded enough, being the center of our galaxy and the capital. "Yavin 4." Rebel mumbled, scanning the floor. "Excuse me?" Rex was confused, mostly because Rebel never spoke up when we were planning because it was always her least favorite part. She sighed, knowing everyone was surprised at her addition to the conversation. "Yavin 4, it's a moon by Yavin and it's perfect for us to stay on and form the Rebellion." She explained. I'd heard of Yavin before, it was in the outer rim territories, a gas giant which couldn't sustain life but 3 of it's 26 moons could, I assumed the fourth was one of them. "There are no reported life forms on it either." She added on, remembering. "Again how do you know this?" Cody repeated Fives' question from earlier, troubled as to how she knew so much. "I had a lot of free time on my hands." She shrugged examining her prosthetic. Or rather leg, I joked in my own mind. I'd also heard from Pouch that a lot of patients in med bay liked to look at star charts as they recovered in their bacta tanks or otherwise, with it being one of the only things they could do. "Oh I'm sorry." Cody avoided further confrontation, seeing what she'd done to Wrecker. "It's fine." She passed it off with a wave of her hand and a smile. "In every war people get scars and get knocked down, it's what you do after that matters." I was impressed with her sentiment, I think she was a little bit too. She was right, it was inevitable to have lingering effects of the battles whether it was physical or emotional, in Rebel's case, both. However it's what you make of your life on your own terms that counts, it all made sense after she'd said so but it seemed so complicated before. I was sure it didn't make total sense to her either, she had to have gotten it from Pouch, again. I couldn't tell if this was a good or bad thing, I thought smiling. "Plus I bet with this metal, it will be easy to knock out droids." She lifted the appearingly heavy attachment laughing.