Orbit slept, but he dreamed nightmares. This was a common occurrence, but these were far more vivid and terrifying then the usual. They weren't the nightmares of the war, or even the doctor, these were dreams he had never experienced. They were dreams of the Order he had never experienced, all around him were the deaths of Jedi and clones, fighting each other to the death. Fire surrounded him, and plasma burned in the air. And Orbit was apart of it, but he couldn't control his body, he was just watch with horror from his own eyes as Orbit's body gunned down those he had served with.
Orbit woke up panting, drenched with sweat near the rear of the freighter. With a shaky hand he touched the spot where [member="Quinncolson"] had operated on, his hair had been shaven off around the cutting site. After getting his bearings, Orbit slowly approached the cockpit, calling his compadre, "Hey Quinn, how did the operation go?"