The markswoman sat in silence in the Imperial dropship, a recent memory occupying her thoughts, a particular flashback of one of her many kills. The sight of a dead foe, something she had seen hundreds if not thousands of times before, but the one in particular her mind seemed to be fixated on was different, to a less hardened Stormtrooper it might have shaken, but she wasn't affected by it. 

A boy, no older than fifteen, dead in a heap of cold flesh and bone, a cheap rifle next to him, a chunk of his skull missing from where her blaster bolt had hit target, killing him on impact. Dead eyes in an endless gaze upwards. A helmet would not have done anything to protect him from the shot, not that she wanted it to. He had chosen his side, she had done her job, he just happened to be on the other side.

"If we do it right then there won't be any dead on our side." Jaya added, her tone straight and honest like it most often was. But they weren't wrong, the newcomers were often the ones that dropped dead the quickest in the heat of battle. Her hands moved to the sniper rifle on her lap as she checked it one more time, she had all the ammunition that she needed, she wasn't concerned about her own well being on the mission.