The nearly entirely destroyed GFFA ship arrived above Coruscant. "Sir the Mon Mothma is hailling us." said the communication officer. He was sitting at one of the last active terminals and was covered in dirt and sweat. "On screen" ordered Garik, his voice slightly droozy because of the Painkiller a medic had injected him after a piece of schrapnel had ripped his leg. The image of the officer which was replacing Garik had the head of the Coruscant defence appeared, a flash panic passed through his eye as he saw the injured figure of Garik. "From what i see your mission has failed." Garik smilled faintly at the remark. "More than you image Admiral. More than you imagine."