"Bravo-4, I need you people on AA defense now!" Nya Moire barked her order into her comm link. "Bravo-2, you're tasked to form our rear guard, make sure no one gets behind us!"

"Yes, ma'am!" the young officer answered. The officer looked liked he was just out of twenties, probably never seen fights bigger than bar brawls. Well, Nya thought, baptized by fire, beats any training simulations. 

All around them, Jedi knights, padawans and masters hurried about preparing defense. Nya couldn't help but admire their efficiencies, with 20 years of experience, they were no forces quite like the Jedi. As she inspected Bravo-1, a group of experienced security officers that she will lead personally, someone bumped passed her side. With Nya's biometric sensor in hand, she quickly identified the impatient young man as Jason Veritars, a padawan in training. 

"Damned teenagers these days." the firrerreo commander cursed under her breath.

Suddenly, a beep sounded on her datapad, signaling a message from the GAR radar sections. Nya reached into her utility belt and patched her comms into the frequency.

"Be advised everyone," the voice blasted through Nya's comm, "we got CIS bombers and dropships headed to the Temple and the Senate." How were they this quick? Nya thought. One second the separatists were moving into the system, and now they've breached the planetary defense. Nya looked toward the entrance and saw a feline shaped man moving to her location, a Togorian Jedi knight identified by her biometric scanner as Morrin Vulkas.

"Hey," Nya signaled to the Togorian, "what are you doing here?"