-Yula POV-      
        As Fitz, the brand new rookie, and I crouched low to the hard, metal floor of the Separatist cruiser, I brought my comm up to my face,
"How's it going on your end, Yula?"

The connection got fuzzy for a nerve racking moment, but then cleared up.

"All good down here Master, almost to the data port."

"Good. It seems the intel we got was accurate. The bridge is lightly guarded, like they said."

Just as I said that, some Battle Droids turned the corner and Fitz instinctively got out what we've cleverly nicknamed, the 'Silent Stun,' and stunned them. It's one of the many new, specialized weapons for us. The electric pulses were weaker than normal, in order to make it silent. This disabled the droids long enough for me to do my part. I raised my arm and used the Force to crush the droids from the outside in. Their parts fell to the floor with a slight clanking noise, but luckily nothing happened because of it.

"We've gotta quiet down Yula, we'll meet you and Key at the rendezvous point."

"We copy."

I waved Fitz and the rookie up behind me and we kept going, occasionally running into unsuspecting droids.

The trickiest part is always keeping out of the view of security cameras, but we've gotten pretty good at it. Way better than full frontal assaults. We were good at that, but we're great at this. Plus, it's more fun.

We finally made it to the cockpit.

"There we go, you remember the plan?" I whispered to the other two as we waited just outside the door.

They both nodded and I could just picture the confident smirks underneath their helmets.

I used the Force to pry open the doors and then we were suddenly surrounded by Battle Droids, all protecting a purple and grey Tactical Droid. Aka, our target.

"Ready, boys?" I asked rather cockily as I ignited my saber.

This was the part of our usual plan where we make ourselves known, hence the light saber. Fitz grabbed his regular blaster and the rookie followed his example.

"Stop now or face the wrath of the Confederacy of Independent Systems," the Tactical Droid said with his mechanical voice as he turned to see a Jedi and two clone troopers.

"Oh, well, in that case..," I smirked and then Force pulled a couple Battle Droids over and slashed them in half with my emerald blade.

Fitz started firing rapidly, hitting most of his targets, and using some of the fancy new weapons we got.

The rookie just tried to keep up. It was his first mission, after all. He was actually doing quite well, especially being the first Clone hand picked to go straight to our Stealth Squad and never the front lines.

"Attack," the Tactic Droid ordered and the droids all immediately came to life and started firing.

I stepped forward and blocked the other two while they kept on firing. We were very quickly winning against the numerous Droids.

But that's all they were. Numbers. No substance of real threat.

"Some 'wrath' you've got here," I remarked mockingly to the Droid as the debris of slashed Battle Droids littered the metallic floor of the bridge.

I waved the two forward and they approached the Tactical Droid, blaster's pointed. I followed behind them and powered it down.

As Fitz was hoisting the Droid over his massive shoulders, I comm-ed Yula.
"I hope you two got the intel we need to get off this massive Seppie mobile."

Her and Key were responsible for getting the codes for stealing their cruisers, we'd need one of them. One reason being to get out of here, and another to set up a sort of mobile base for the Squadron.

"We got it, sending the rendezvous point now. Meet us there and we'll have a ship waiting."

"Copy."

I waved my hands and then took off for the door,"Let's get going! There's bound to be a welcoming party waiting for us outside."

"Just what I love to see," Fitz said with what I imagine was a smirk and slight laugh.

Sure enough, I was right.

Waiting for us was about 20 Battle Droids with a line of Destroyers up front, and some Assault Droids bringing up the rear.

All guns were pointed right at us.

But we weren't afraid.

I mean, maybe the rookie, but that's completely fine.

So we drew our own weapons, smirked, and charged forward.

Fighting for the Republic.