[h3][center][b]M-0018[/b][/center][/h3]

	M-0018 went through a mental list of equipment requisitioned for the squad on their upcoming excursion when an Imperial Transport appeared over the treeline. He looked to his squad, the other troopers hadn't expected another guest appearance. One of his squad-mates had laughed and hoped in was some smokes and a some hot Twi'lek ass. Unlikely, the Empire had banned the consumption of sentients' flesh for quite some time. Still the oncoming ship was unexpected, but noting the previous loss of a trooper, reinforcements were welcome.

	The transport finally landed, with a hiss the passenger doors opened to reveal an Imperial Knight and Trooper. M-0018 rose to attention and saluted the newcomers finding as one was a Knight and the other, according to his helmet's IFF was, a captain. His squad shortly followed suit. M-0018 couldn't help but feel relief, the lack of actual authority had made his squad lax- not to mention the Jedi-, hopefully the authority of the Knight and the experience of the officer would finally bring much needed order to this outpost.

	His squad was restless, a weakness of the mind. He was not. He knew his duty. He fixed his gaze on the officer, patiently expecting new orders.