Deja watched in horror as the other LAAT was shot down. She watched as dozens of ARC fighters and LAAT's swarmed the crash site taking a large portion of their tail. The Temple Master was an excellent pilot, he would never have been hit so easily without him giving his pursuers a free shot. Perhaps that was the reason why he had taken the other transport, so he could distract the clones as much as possible. [I]"Deja... Kraytan and you are now the protectors of the Order... May the Force be with you... Always...."[/I] a voice echoed through the Force to Deja. She nodded off into the distance as their ship landed in the hanger of another ship. A man introduced himself as a Sector Ranger, Corporal Orson. She bowed as the man said he was here to help.

"Regardless if we are out of here or not yet, I am glad and find comfort in the fact not everyone is out to kill us. Is there anything we can do to help Corporal Orson?" Deja asked volunteering her services to the man who was rescuing their skins.