As instructed (Y/N) had arrived at the military base the night before she was set to be deployed. Like many to visit the base, she'd been mesmerized by the memorial to the thousands of fallen troopers. She took notice of the little details, how carefully each name had been carved into the stone, even which legion they'd fought with, if they did. Those who hadn't just had their names carved into the wall. The latest ones still had wet paint from where someone had carefully painted over the names, in order for them to stand out like the rest. (Y/N) carefully mouthed the names. Hevy, Cutup and Droidbait. With a shiver down her spine (Y/N) continued to walk towards the base, noticing a security team roaming around, she hadn't been surprised when one of the troopers with red markings on the otherwise stainless armor asked her for identification. Commander Thorn was his name.

He politely made light conversation with her, as he lead her inside the base. He hadn't been surprised by her arrival, instead commenting they'd been patiently waiting, even mentioning there were a few yet to arrive. By the time they passed through the thick blast doors leading inside, they'd built up a friendship. The moment (Y/N) entered the large base, she took notice how cold it was inside, the halls warmly light, but the walls almost feeling like that of a prison, she was hit with a feeling of being trapped. The security booth clearly showing the highest priority in safety had been taken, although there was a question if the security was meant to keep something in or civilians out. Silence took over as (Y/N) walked down the maze of halls, she couldn't help but notice how all seemed the same, as if someone had simply copied and pasted the design over and over again. The same stainless doors, the same noisy grated floors.

"Miss (Y/L/N)" came a calming voice from behind her. (Y/N) had quickly whirled around, her eyes widening with shock. A hand flew up to her chest in an attempt to calm her pounding heart. She soon looked to the owner of the calm voice, seeing a Kel Dor, by his robes it was a clear he was a Jedi, the lightsaber attached to his utility belt also offering evidence to her assumption. "Apologies little one. I am Plo Koon, the Jedi General you'll be serving with" added the Jedi, seeing the confusion pass over her features. She soon reached for the datapad in her side bag, trying to find the information she had been given. Plo Koon quickly realized she hadn't been made aware of changes.

"Sorry for the confusion. I wasn't expecting to deploy until tomorrow" quickly explained (Y/N), a respectful tone flooding her voice, as she tried to hide her admiration for the Jedi General, she'd always been curious about those whom took up residency in the Temple, the peacekeepers whom now fought for the republic in the war. Soon enough a wave of embarrassment washed over the medic, suddenly unsure of everything. She hated being late for things, she hated being disorganized even more. Apparently now she was both, likely late for departing, and rather disorganized, even more so when she'd not been aware of the changes made.

"Worry not little one" soothingly replied the Jedi Master, motioning for her to follow him back through the maze of cold prison like halls. "You're quarters have already been prepared" chuckled Plo Koon, recalling how some of his men had taken it upon themselves to ready everything for her arrival. Others had been more reserved due to the past medics assigned to them. The Med-bay had been re-stoked, much like Wolffe in particular had taken it upon himself to read up on her, even more so with the last minute change. "You'll be on rotating between several legions. With each one for a period of time before transferring to another" calmly explained the Jedi Master, recalling his own legion had been given priority due not having a medic of their own. Most the time they relied on the basic training they had been given as cadets, otherwise relying on their instincts. Most of the time it did the trick, but other times the method had devastating results. Previous medics hadn't been able to handle the pace, while others were more than happy to disembark at the earliest opportunity.

(Y/N) nodded behind General Plo, her breath catching in her throat the moment the Venator Class Star Destroyer come into view. She'd bared witness to many of them coming and going, always from a distance. Now she was up close to one, her amazement took over. The ships were basically a small flying city. Each with its own little details one would only notice if close enough. General Plo waited for her astonishment to wash over, before continuing with the last leg of the journey, to board the cruiser known as the Triumphant.

Upon entering the large cruiser, a sense of home washed over (Y/N), the halls were warm and welcoming. The opposite to what the military base had been. Troopers in both casual clothing and armor roamed the halls, a few droids here and there offering a few beeps as the pair passed by. Before (Y/N) knew they had entered the bridge, it being clear those there had been prepared for their next mission somewhere across the galaxy. It being obvious the only thing they'd be waiting for, was her arrival and the return of their Jedi General.

The take off as to be expected was rough. For (Y/N) whom had never left Coruscant before certainly knew it. She could feel the thunderous vibrations from the engines through dark floors beneath her feet. The initial thrust towards the busy skies had almost knocked her off her feet, lucky for her someone had caught her before she'd fallen backwards. Gently placing her upright and keeping a light hold on her upper arm to ensure she wouldn't tumble over again. A small chuckle escaping the trooper once the ship had evened out, and he was sure she'd wouldn't tumble over again.

"Thank you ...: started (Y/N), politeness and respect flooding her voice as she turned her attention to the trooper. He seemed almost taken aback by her thanks. Almost as if the idea of a civilian doing as such was foreign to him, something (Y/N) quickly realized would have be something she had to get used to, as well helped them come to terms with the idea. After all she was there to help them when they needed it most. Not just because that was her job, but to show her gratitude and appreciation for their sacrifices they made to protect so many. A thankless job, especially when so many wrongly thought of clones as expendable.

"Boost" added the trooper, offering a salute. He''d retrieved his helmet now, holding it to his side beneath his arm. On his lips was a friendly smile, as if he recognized her and wanted to help welcome her aboard and into the wolf pack. "General Plo said you be joining us, although he neglected to mention you're an angel" added Boost, a flirtatious tone in his voice, mixing with confidence. (Y/N) offered a sweet smile at the compliment, a chuckle escaping her to see another off to the side dramatically roll his eyes. Boost must have noticed her eyes flick off to the side, his attention fleeting over only to offer a salute to the other trooper.

"Commander Wolffe, please give our medic the tour" commented General Plo, once again softness to his voice. The feeling of family washing over (Y/N), just as the respectful nod Wolffe sent Plo's way didn't go unnoticed, nor the playful tone of Boost comment to follow. Even if it did only serve to pull another eye roll from the battle worn commander.

"Are you ready for this?" asked Wolffe, concern ringing through his gruff voice. Although he didn't turn his attention to (Y/N), she was aware he meant the reality of war rather than tour of the large cruiser. "It cruel out there, the missions we're sent on are highly dangerous. Injuries are devastating to say the least. Are you sure you can handle that?" again asked the commander, the same concern running through his voice. As if he was trying to protect her from the trauma likely to come, and ensure she knew there was nothing romantic about the battlefield.

"I appreciate your concern Commander, but I knew what I was getting myself into when I applied for this" replied (Y/N), confidence in her voice, as she iterated she knew none of what was to come would be easy. Some days would harder than others, she'd always face the inevitability of not being able to save everyone, even if she did give it her best shot. She'd lose those she'd hopefully come to call friends. "From what I can gather you boys need me. I'm happy to take every risk there is, if it means all of you get the care needed" added (Y/N), a rebellious streak rising in her, as the words left her lips. Wolffe seemed at least satisfied with her answer, offering a nod and continuing to lead the way. (Y/N) wasn't sure when but the pair had stopped in the middle of the corridor at some point.

"You could get hurt" commented Wolffe, this time turning his attention to her as if to gauge her reaction.

"I'm not made of glass" quickly responded (Y/N), surprising even herself by the quick wit and response. Wolffe merely offered a chuckle, almost as if the answer had been one he'd hoped to receive. His doubts General Plo had chosen the right medic slowly fading. Sure she looked fragile but her words were proving otherwise. He only hoped her actions would too.

"Looks like you've gain a following, Snap" casually spoke the Commander, slipping the nickname in. Although he hadn't meant it to slip passed his lips. (Y/N) only offered a small laugh at the name. Suspecting he'd likely read over her file in order to get a idea of what she was like, that alone suggesting he and likely many others knew she was skilled and knew her way around a med bay, she had prior training so hadn't applied for the GAR role just the hell of it. Instead she was serious and determined, maybe even a bit stubborn.

"Snap" repeated (Y/N), as she come to a stop outside the medbay door, Wolffe just in front of her. "Can't say I've been called that before" commented the medic, before entering the medbay that would serve as her temporary office. At least until her rotation with the 104th Legion come to an end, and she joined the next one. Wolffe followed along behind, leaning against the door frame, surveying as she ensured everything was present, from the simple things of bandages and bacta, to the more delicate equipment, such as the things needed to maintain cybernetics, both big and small. As soon as (Y/N) had deemed the small medbay as adequate, she once again followed Wolffe, making a note to memorize where things were.

"From what I've read you can make quick decisions and your display of wit just then ..." began the Commander, in an attempt to explain what he deemed as a misstep, after all they barely knew each. The sound of soft laughter at his side, stop him in his tracks, the smaller woman with a gentle smile on her lips. Wolffe soon turned his attention back ahead, only now realizing she hadn't back away in fear, nor stared uncomfortably long at his cybernetic eye and disfiguring scar. Instead she treated him with kindness and respect, a rare thing to come across. "My scar and eye don't scare you?" calmly asked Wolffe, not being able to stop the curiosity rising, every other medic to pass through had been weary of him, avoiding as much as possible. Each of them couldn't have left quick enough and all of them seemed to judge him by his commanding nature and rough outer shell rather than whom he was as a person.

"What's to be scared of?" simply responded (Y/N), looking to Wolffe with a certain expectation. "I see, others before me have judged you by it" sadly commented the medic, feeling her heart sink to know others meant to offer medical aid had also cause unseen damage too. Whether they knew it or not. "I wont judge you for your past, nor by your appearance. I'd hope you'd do me the same and not judge me by the actions of those who come before" requested (Y/N), the same kindness from before returning, just as respect flooded her voice one more.

One again Wolffe stopped, this time in front of a simple, yet plain grey metal door. This one leading to (Y/N) personal quarters. The commander turned away, focusing his attention of his brothers walking down the corridor, each of them engrossed in something, whether that be a conversation about their latest mission or trip to 79's, or just determination to get to the bridge in order to listen to Plo as he informed them of changes made. Including the unexpected but welcome change of having (Y/N) aboard instead of their originally assigned medic, who had been re-assigned to the 212th.

"Get some rest Snap" commented Wolffe, the moment the door made the familiar hissing noise. Signalling the correct combination of numbers had been entered.

"Is that an order" quipped (Y/N), seeing what she believed was the smallest of smirks appear on Wolffe's sturdy lips. Mere seconds later she followed her words up with a simple but well meaning salute, receiving a nod from Wolffe in return, at least before he headed down the hall to his own quarters.