Toland watched as the veterans of The Intruder entered the troop hold. '1st Platoon, Charlie Company, 2nd Uslam “Liberators"'. These guys were the backbone of the Alliance, and now Toland was here ready to get some payback. Ever battle he was about to go in with this regiment was for Berchest.

Toland looked over to Betuu, who was already standing at attention. The big droid's right arm was cocked back in an iron fist and his other arm stood parallel with his side.

"What do you think bro," Toland asked.

"If I had the capacity to care I wouldn't be wasting it here," the battle droid replied. "Bro."

"Roger roger good buddy."

Despite Betuu's mood, or lack of one, Toland was excited. He wanted to make the Empire suffer. Those bastards took away everything his father had worked hard for, and let him work himself close to death. Toland could never forgive them for the moves they pulled. He would make the galaxy a better place one dead stormtrooper at a time.

Toland knew he wasn't the best shot in the universe, but he would bet good money that Betuu would definitely make up for his inexperience. Even with a blaster rifle and pistol, he wasn't sure if he would be even close to up to snuff without his battle droid.

"Hey," Toland bothered again, "what do you think they will have us do first? Like some initiation bull?"

"I'm not worried," Betuu bluntly replied.

"Of course you're not."

Soon militaristic music began to play through the intercoms as the main bulk of the veteran members arrived onboard. Toland began to notice confused stares more often then not lining up his way. Toland just smirked and held in a chuckle.

"Hey, looks like you have a fun club dude," Toland told his droid.

Betuu scanned the room, literally, and noticed the veteran eyes looking back at him. Betuu knew that he was sore thumb in a room full of fleshy beings, but he not shaken by the revelation. 

"Looks like you should have a reason to worried big guy," Toland joked.

Betuu simulated a laugh with a simple automated, "ha."