[h2][center]Gar 
~|Strike Team Base of Operations, Feena
 two days ATC, 13th hour|~[/center][/h2]

Gar felt the vibrations die down as the shuttle landed. 

Wordlessly, he looked to the other Jedi briefly. Any that seemed inventive would likely catch his eyes, signaling they were ready.  He lifted upright and began to walk toward the exit. Though many years weighed on his figure, his body barely showed signs of it. 

As he approached the rear,  the hydro gears whizzed and grind.  The back hatch started to pull down to reveal the planet’s lush landscape. Several troopers began unpacking the cargo from their straps and roll them down into the base. Their figures distracted by their work. 

Seeming to sense where they were moving and the best path toward the exit, Gar avoided collisions.

“I’m certainly not here for the scenery.” The master huffed. 

His feet lead him down the ramp and onto the ground, trailing beside Fa. Wherever she led, he willing followed for now. Hands folded into his sleeves before he continued. 

“The Sith attacked Coruscant, blowing up the temple. Then the Empire used their invasion to push the ‘treaty’ in their favor.” 

Gar didn’t wait long for the words to settle upon his fellow master. 

“During the clean up, evidence was found that several Jedi were captured during the attack. They are suspected to be unwilling prisoners of your target, Darth Nyiss. What she required them for is unknown… That is why we are here.”