Shen-Jon gazed at the countless streaks of light before him. They were in hyperspace, the warship traveling faster than light, and those streaks were mass projections of the stars they passed along the way. Those accustomed to space travel also grew accustomed to the monotonous boredom of hyperspace.
At that moment, four somewhat unusual Clone Troopers walked over. They carried their helmets in their hands, and their standard polymer-alloy clone armor had been fitted with numerous little parts for patching and repairs, along with paint jobs in colors they personally liked.
They were the unusual Clone Troopers Shen-Jon had picked up on Mimban: Hunter, Clearance King, Crosshair, and Tech. The four of them had now formed their own combat unit, called Hunter Squad.
"I heard we found Plague's trail? Hahahaha! I really want to see this ship the holonet has hyped up as some kind of doomsday warship!" Clearance King laughed loudly.
"That's right. Once Plague is destroyed and Sefrans Tann is killed, my mission will be over. You... can return to your unit as well. I heard the designation of the 44th Special Operations Detachment has been restored," Shen-Jon said.
"Heh. I don't think they'll want a few crippled leftovers like us," Crosshair said coldly.
"You've proven yourselves in every battle. Honestly, I've never seen soldiers better than you," Shen-Jon said.
"Following you all this way, raiding Extractor's experimental planet, tracking Sefrans Tann, fighting pirates again and again and working as bounty hunters just to secure supplies... those experiences made us stronger. And most importantly, there was your leadership, Master Shen-Jon," Hunter said sincerely.
"Today will be the last day of my life." Shen-Jon rose and walked to the forward viewport of the bridge, looking out at the monotonous streaks of light beyond it.
As he spoke, he tapped