Alor was on the transport ship, going through the same routine he went through before every mission. This time though, he would do it without his brothers. He wasn't yet in his armor, as he was cleaning it and making sure everything was in working condition. He checked the vibroblades in his gauntlets, both were retracting just fine. His DC-17 was switching modes perfectly, his armor no longer had any blood on it from his previous mission, and his Heads up display showed his comm links and vitals properly as well as his shields. He put his helmet on and began programming it to connect to his new team's comm links and to show him what direction their signals were coming from. He wasn't quite sure how they felt about him, though. A clone trooper was something they may never be able to trust again, especially the few jedi that had managed to escape from order 66.
He had finished his programming, took his helmet back off and listened in to the conversation, though there wasn't much of one going on. "Yeah it'll be interesting alright. And don't call them the 'New Republic'. The Empire doesn't deserve that kind of respect. We still fight for the republic. Remember that." He looked at the chiss as he finished his last statement. He hadn't seen many of their kind on the battlefield, but he worked with a few during his mission on Coruscant. He had to undergo go a different kind of stealth mission. One where he had to insert himself into a political position and get some intel that way. luckily at that time the republic had ways of creating a disguise for him so that no one would know he was a clone. He'd give a lot to have that right about now.
