Reaper was just arriving in his new quarters in the Barracks. He had graduated from the academy the day before. Upon arriving in his baracks he checked his comlink to find he had a message from General Rizzit himself.

"Private Reaper13, you have been assigned to Iron Horse Squadron. Your squadron is currently on assignment on planet Codamai prime. You are to join them immediately. Pack your gear, a transport will be waiting for you. A message will be send to your squad leader, Saphira Striker, informing her that you are on your way. Good luck Trooper."

Reaper let out a sigh. He knew that the corps moved quickly, and he expected as much, but the reality of it still amazed him. He picked up his sniper and cleaned it quickly as he did before ever hunting trip back on cepany. Grabbed his deahth hammer pistol and cleaned that as well. Put on his scout trooper armor, and his black hooded robe over that. Then made sure he had his combat knife and headed off to the transport.

When he got there pilot was outside. "Hey trooper took you long enough. You ready to go?"

Reaper nodded and walked up the ramp, set his rifle by his side and waited.

"You don't say much do you?" Said the pilot.

Reaper shook his head, and simply replied "No."

"Well alrighty then... Let's go."

Reaper layed his head back, and thought about what lay ahead, he was going to a world he was unfamiliar with, to fight along side of total strangers. At this thought he smiled, wouldn't have it any other way.

Madman was really unsettled by all this, though he kept his concerns to himself. No need worrying everyone, but he did somewhat get the feeling this changeling was no coincidence and got the idea that there was more to it. Also he’d wonder why they didn’t actually have any means to detect infiltrators.

“Well if codes won’t work, then what are we supposed to do? Wait until the infiltrator builds a bomb?” He’d ask, not at all finding the current situation getting resolved in a way that made him any easier. Though that could have just been due to the fact they appearantly lacked the tools to properly track the suspected infiltrator. “Perhaps if I were to yank out my Droid, it’s sensors might be able to pick up a fake. That’s just a hunch though. I’m getting hungry, do you think shape shifters taste good?

Saph ignored the mad raving that sputtered forth from Madman’s mouth in order to address the concern he had “It’s not so easy, and that’s what we’re afraid of. None of us wants to play hide and go seek with a shapeshifter.  Alright, what we should do is put on full gear so we the shapeshifter can’t tell any of us apart, that way it’ll limit it’s shifting to security detail.” She’d manage to throw together this plan, though she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Could she tell them this? If she did, she could already hear it from Lucky.

Madman found himself to enjoy this idea particularly “Yess.” He hissed, “If we see any blazing white armored soldiers acting fishy, they’ll be particularly easy to spot. We’ll be like Bantha.” He’d cackle softly. He’d then blink “Wait a new one? We keep getting new ones and I’m gonna get the hunch we turn ‘em into burgers or somethin’. Perhaps this could be advantageous, Like what Lucky said.”