CT-7723 -a Star Wars Story-

Mission to Ontaron

Barriss smiled gently, her expression a blend of wisdom and compassion. "It is challenging, Condor, but that's what makes it worthwhile. The true test of a Jedi isn't just in our ability to wield the Force, but in how we choose to use it, especially when the galaxy around us is engulfed in chaos."

Condor considered her words, feeling a sense of clarity that hadn't been there before. "I think I understand now," he said quietly. "It's about staying true to who you are, no matter the circumstances."

"Exactly," Barriss replied, her voice softening with empathy. "And it's something we all struggle with, clone or Jedi. We face the same darkness, and we each have to find our way through it."

The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as they finished their meals. The camaraderie they shared in that moment was unexpected but welcome, a brief respite from the ever-present war that loomed over them.

Barriss stifled a yawn, and then offered a small, apologetic smile. "It's late, Lieutenant. We should probably head to sleep now."

Condor nodded in agreement, noticing the fatigue settling into his own bones. "You're right, Commander. We both need our rest for whatever tomorrow brings."

They stood and left the canteen, walking together down the now-familiar corridors of the ship. As they reached a junction, Barriss offered a parting smile. "Rest well, Condor. May the Force be with you."

"And with you, Commander," Condor replied with a respectful nod before heading to his quarters.

Back in his room, Condor lay down and quickly fell into a deep sleep, his mind still processing the conversation with Barriss. The night's talk had offered him not only insight into the Jedi way but also a reminder of his own principles.

The next morning, the familiar sound of the morning roll call echoed through the barracks. Condor stood at attention as his platoon reported in, each clone sharp and ready for the day. The routine was comforting, grounding him in the present and preparing him for whatever orders might come.

Once the roll call concluded, a comms officer approached Condor, saluting crisply. "Lieutenant Condor, you're to report to Captain Styles in the communications room for your next orders."

Condor returned the salute. "Understood."

With purposeful strides, he made his way to the communications room. As he entered, he saw Captain Styles and Commander Gree waiting for him. The room was quiet, the hum of the holoprojector the only sound. Condor snapped to attention, his hand raised in a precise salute.

"At ease, Lieutenant," Commander Gree said, gesturing for Condor to relax.

Condor let out a breath, his posture easing slightly but his attention still focused. The presence of both his captain and a commander indicated the importance of this mission.

Captain Styles stepped forward, his expression serious but encouraging. "Condor, we've got a new assignment for your platoon. Commander Gree will brief you on the details."

Commander Gree nodded and activated the holoprojector, which displayed a planet on the edge of Republic-controlled space. "This is Ontaron, a planet along a potential new Republic supply route. Intelligence suggests it's a prime location for establishing an outpost to secure this sector. Your platoon has been tasked with scouting the planet, assessing its viability, and, if deemed suitable, beginning the initial fortifications."

Condor studied the hologram, noting the varied terrain and the strategic significance of the location. "Are we expecting any resistance, sir?" he asked, his tone all business.