General Erid Tharr of the Grand Army of the Republic placed his bag on the seat beside him. He was aboard the freighter Jungle Trekker, which was delivering refugees to safety. They were on there way to Alderaan.

The ARC sitting next to him, Commander Ricochet, leaned over towards him. "Sir, I think something is wrong. The ship just exited hyperspace."

Something was indeed wrong. General Tharr pulled his comlink out. "Tharr to@#$%pit. What's going on?"

The voice of one of the clones aboard the ship answered. "General, There are Separatist vessels on the scanner. They are closing in."

"I'll be there in a second." Erid got up from his seat and headed for the@#$%pit. Commander Ricochet followed. He signaled several other clones to follow. They reached the@#$%pit. A pilot stood and saluted. The pilot of the freighter was a wookie. She just stayed where she was.

"Sitrep."

"Well, Sir, we were pulled out of hyperspace. Then three Sep ships started closing in. They haven't fired yet, and we thought it might be better if we didn't either."

Suddenly, a huge explosion rocked the ship. All of them were thrown forward. When they recovered, the clone pilot glanced at the read-out. "Sir," he said, "We've been hit badly! We're heading into the atmosphere! We're going to crash!"

General Tharr watched the numbers scroll down, and watched out the forward viewport as the planet sped up to meet them. Then suddenly, Erid got knocked off his feet. He slammed into a bulkhead. Then, there was darkness.