As the Rebel shuttle landed off stepped eight clone troopers in Phase II armor each of them adorned with blasts marks and rough scratches the armor had been painted over red and blue. Between the two columns stood a figure his helmet cupped under one arm as he walked towards them his lowered. They could across where his eyes should have been was nothing more than a strip of cloth. He walked over to the bar smiling at the bar tender then looking around. You all knew him as the Jedi assigned to lead this mission.

"Give me something forthy, strong, and life threatening bar tender. Corellian whiskey for the Clones. All on General Crix's tab." He turned back the clones cheering as they broke ranks and began to talk and laugh. "Oh and Warra Nuts for all the boys. They just got back" He turned picking out each individual which was no small feet and waving them over to the bar. At his was a DL-18 blaster pistol, older model but it would do the job, strangely his sabers could not be scene his Mandalorian armor seemed to be recently made and almost unmarked which would mean it was made to accept him as a new member of a clan. He waited to see which of his new allies approached him first however his eyeless vision stayed directed at the red Twi'lek. She was force sensitive and had tampered with the dark side, yet he did not sense she came here for violence.