Isaac smiled as the Clones introduced themselves. Isaac shook Spotters hand, as he introduced the team. Radio, the communications expert. Cockpit, pilot and demolitions expert. Isaac smiled as the pilot-clone asked him what it was like to fly as a force sensitive. Isaac scoffed. “It's not like a weapons system. No, it's something more. When you're inside a spacecraft, controlling it's every movement, the force is a voice in the back of your head, that makes you aware of every little detail in your surroundings. It removes the pressure of being a pilot, and it guides you, always to safety. It's truly amazing.”

Isaac was about to move out, when he was interrupted by the somewhat shorter Padawan, Jason. Isaac looked the boy up and down, and then had a soft smile. “ If it's all right with Commander Spotter, you can come with, young Padawan. But remember. This is no game, this is real combat. These people are willing to lay down their lives for us. You will treat them with nothing but respect. You got that?” Isaac told Jason, his voice was serious, even if the knight himself was also something of a goof at times. He let out a light sigh, looking back at Jason.

“Stay close to me, and if the battle gets too hot. You run, back to the temple and await back-up. Master Kenobi or Windu.”

He turned back to the Commandos.

“Radio. Think you could check in with temple-security, try and give me details on Master Skywalker and his air force. We sure could use them.” Isaac asked with a soft voice.

“Read to move out when you are, Commander.”