The night was young and his men ready, they were ordered by the high counsel to take a certain base on the planet of Yavin. The last mission Jurano was sent on before the betrayal of the emperor. Jurano cursed this day for all eternity. He loved his men with a commanders passion, whenever one was killed in combat the whole team would assemble for a burial. The day flowed through his mind like a holo-tape on repeat.

 He was pulled to his senses as his transport ship arrived on Coruscant. His hood covered his helmet, the one he pulled from his second in commands head. He re tightened his chest plate, who he grabbed from his gunner, checked his boots, his scout. His arm armour was tight, his sniper, and his leg armour, his private. These pieces of armour came from every single one of his squad.

As Jurano made his way through the crowds, he sensed nearby troops. When he found them he tailed them back to their barracks and made his way inside. Silently he killed the first two then made his way through killing as many as he could. "quickly silently" his favourite motto came into his head. Just as he finished an alarm went off and more troops made their way into the barracks. Jurano ran out through the back making his way to a safe zone he set up before order 66.
"Now where's my next target." He said puffing and pulling up a data pad of the city. He marked two different locations and went decided to rest the night. Keeping the armour on he crashed on the bed and fell into a endless real of nightmares about him killing his squad.