Plo's Bros inc.

Iceberg Three

After the 10-minute warning that they would be dropping out of hyperspace, Doryn had made her way to the bridge. She could've made the 5-minute warning if she'd run through the corridors of the Triumphant but that wasn't feasible on such a busy ship. Maybe during a night cycle, but even then, it was a long run with how big the ship was. She went over the plan with Master Plo and Wolffe during the last minute of hyperspace travel. The plan was to fly the Venator around and rotate the fighters flying around the Star Destroyer. "Remember, Padawan, this is simply a show of force." About four seconds later, when they'd eventually exited hyperspace, the ship's main viewport showed a full-scale invasion fleet.

There were no words exchanged before she bolted out of the bridge and ran to the hangar. The scramble announcement had started playing over the ship's tannoys and she pushed past men in corridors. If not for how tightly she'd learnt to secure them, her robes would've been flapping about like her short, yet growing, hair. When she actually arrived, her interceptor was ready to go. The top doors were already open with X-wings already flying out. The clone voice intermittently repeating, "Scramble, scramble," had finished by the time she'd gotten her fighter warmed up and headset on.

"Men, Ryn, you need to punch a hole through the seppies for us to get the Triumphant through." Wolffe's voice came over the comms in the pilots' helmets and Ryn's headset. He couldn't help but tense as he watched through the transparisteel. He tried to not let it be too obvious. The General was right behind him after all. Though, he wondered sometimes if he really didn't know or if he simply played dumb. Wolffe and Ryn had let themselves be more conspicuous than they'd dared to before, and Plo Koon was a Jedi Master; he had to've sensed the truth. "Do not worry, Wolffe. They will succeed." Wolffe agreed, leaving out the correction that he'd been worrying about Ryn's safety rather than mission success.

Doryn looked out of her interceptor's viewport at the separatist bombers and the way they perfectly lined themselves up for her to shoot at. It was fast, but of space battles she'd seen it felt too easy. She led the men, and they easily took out the droid ships she'd missed. It felt weird, no missed ships coming back around to catch her back end and her shields worked to their full capacity in keeping the hits off of her. She knew in theory shields worked like that, but it was the first time she'd seen it actually work in practice. "Take out those turrets. They'll cut us to pieces." Wolffe's voice came through the headset. It sounded kind of off, but Doryn decided to ignore it as interference. She took out the larger ships' canons as the pilots went out and chased down some more droid fighters. It almost seemed like the separatists were waiting for them to get through before deploying more ships.

Once she got through and saw the hulking Triumphant overhead, she joined back. Landing in the hangar, she saw that the men that had followed her out were about to be joined by a few more of their brothers. Normally, she would've gone back to the bridge, where her Master was. That said, normally the planet wasn't a massive block of ice. Reluctantly, she jogged up to her quarters to grab her big parka and change into some warmer trousers. She didn't own many clothes, even the ones she did were technically not hers, just as much any Jedi's as they were hers. So, she changed into the cold weather gear she'd been let to possess for now and made her way back to the hangar.

By the time Doryn had made it to the planet's surface, Wolffe and Master Plo had already set up the men. She'd probably only been a couple of transports behind but somehow, they'd still managed to be so integrated in the base by that time. It didn't matter. What mattered was the situation and solution. Master Plo, wearing a similar parka to her, gave her a rundown of what was going on. Grievous had already attacked the base and knocked out all ability to send out long range communications. Weirdly, he hadn't decided to occupy the base or blow it up. It didn't even seem like he'd killed any of the small squad left to man the base. Despite the Triumphant being capable of long-range transmissions, Master Plo told her that the only way to inform the council was if she and Wolffe took a LAAT to the other side of Iceberg Three. Where a communications tower still stood, despite lacking protection.