I would have thought we would get a decent break. Saphira thought as she leaned back into the chair. It hadn't been that long ago that the remaining troops gotten back from the last mission, and now they were being sent out again! The Twi'lek cursed silently and took her hands to her brow. In attempt to have some relief from the headache, that was threatening to turn into a migraine.

*TAP TAP TAP!


A few knocks against the door made her head split. Definitely not just a headache anymore. With a Sigh Saphira called out to let whoever it was into the room. She didn't bother to look up to address who it was. Instead, she reached for something on her desk to aid in taking the drilling pain. Only then did she glance up to see it was LuckyStar.

"You needed to speak to me." Lucky Stated. It wasn't a question and for that she was grateful to hear.

"Yes, I do. With the change in the Corps I know things are jumbled enough. Being moved without having any notice isn't the best. However, your placement has came at a very good time." Saphira replied. " I have lost my ASL. Sam has been promoted and therefore I need a replacement. I had decided that you are the best choice." A small indication of surprise came across Star's face. Good

"Thank you!" Lucky replied.

"Now, for the other reason. We have been given a mission to Falleen." The Twi'lek replied and watched for the others reaction. If anything it was curious as to why they would be heading there of all places. "So, sense everyone is probably still fresh from the change of scenery..."


Time: 1300


"Alright, Listen up !" Saphira grabbed everyones attention. Standing up in front of everyone was never her favorite thing to do. "Down to business. There will be no arguing this. Now, with that in mind I have chosen LuckyStar to be the ASL of this Squad. I know there has been a large change in the Corp. We survived many things and that will not change."

"What happened to Sam?" MadMan asked almost instantly after she said her announcement.

"He has been given a per mot and is needed elsewhere." Lucky cut in. Already Saphira found herself smiling. The tone of her voice was enough to lead that it was a warning.


"With that in mind take a look at your data pads. Our Mission will be taking us to Falleen. We have been given evidence that there is a group of Republic soldiers on planet trying to recruit some Falleen to their side.." The Twi'lek kept on target.
















Mission log 21-6. Location: Capital of Falleen.

Seek out the rumor and find if it's true and why they would want to recruit some of the Falleen. Must be kept on a down low and blend in as best as you can. If you can locate the cell find out who is running it and seek out where it is.

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"So it looks like a covert mission. We shall dress as merchants looking for goods on the planet. We need to sneak in and find these guys, so no armor." Saphira replied with a stern glare. No one liked not having some kind of protection, but they couldn't risk it.

"Weapons?" Alan asked, leaning back into his chair.

"Basic E-11's and pistols. Anything that can also resemble smuggler weapons that were bought. No shiny new toys. We need to carry very little and we can buy some things while we are there to fit in our roll. You are all dismissed until 0400 tomorrow, where you will all meet in the flight hanger. Dismissed!" With that said she watched as everyone started to file out one by one to go get ready, relax, and take care of whatever they needed before they leave. The only one left was Lucky who stayed behind.

OOC:

Alright guys. Have fun with this. I decided to have this story start over. It's alot easier to start fresh then to pick up where we left off.

The word beer was like music to Alan’s ears.  It was a sad state of affairs that the army found themselves in and relaxing with a beer sounded like the best thing to do.  The only positive thing was that when Alan had checked the roster, he had found out that he had been placed in the same squad as his wife.  He noticed he had been given the position of Fire Team Captain, he didn’t know what that involved yet but he was looking forward to finding out.

He still had his gun belt strapped on and his twin set of personal DL-44 heavy blaster pistols in their holsters.  He thought about taking it off but it gave him some measure of reassurance so he decided just to leave them on.  Lucky grasped his hand and they left the condo, locking the door behind them.

The walk to the local cantina was short and quiet.  The few people they met seemed to have a grim look about their face.  The announcement to shut down an entire platoon was something that few thought would ever happen and now everyone was trying to come to terms with their new surroundings.  Camaraderie that had once existed within squads were now gone, maybe forever.

Entering the bar, Alan quickly ordered up two sets to Corellian ale.  Sitting in a quiet corner both Lucky and Alan lifted up their glasses, the liquid looking inviting to both of them.

“To Paladin” said Alan.

“To Paladin” echoed Lucky as they tapped their glasses together making a gentle clinking noise.

Alan took a deep swig of his ale and enjoyed the sweet delicious taste of the cool alcohol as it made its way down his throat.  It was a shame they were being dispatched on a mission so soon as Alan felt that it would be nice to really get drunk but he knew that that was not an option.  It would be interesting to getting to know everyone in the new squad even though he missed his home.

Well, I suppose I’m ready in a sense…” He’d nonchalantly mutter, he didn’t at all appear terribly stressed about the mission…now anyways. Earlier though, he was in such a panic to find some way to resolve the crisis that was having his face completely revealed.

Though his answer, didn’t offer much comfort for the Gunnery Sergeant, she would have loved to go and grab a small drink but with this…out of place feeling, the Twi’lek couldn’t help but grow agitated from the inability to trust him.

“Madman,” she’d start, gritting her teeth “you should not be out here if you are not finished.” She’d irately scold him with a harsh yet contained bit of frustration in her voice as she’d finish packing and standing tall to look over at Madman.

He had a pair of small goggles, they looked like they were intentionally worn and scratched for the illusion of aged eyeware which was also accompanied with a breathing mask, mostly civilian use for those with sensitive breathing conditions. “Oh, well I am ready…it’s just, I need to put my face on.” He’d remark with an eerie emphasis on ‘face’.

He was wearing a long brown robe with a long black coat over It with a hood. He was going for something of an aged trader look, after all it was far from unheard of “Relax…I’m sure we could both use it.” He’d offer, hoping not to offend her any more than he had.

Though perhaps the strange feeling wasn’t in his odd quirks, but why exactly was he in the military? He had no real good reason for joining up except for money, he didn’t show many aggressive tendencies outside the agitation of said quirks and those ‘episodes’ were neatly contained within the confines of his own quarters.

He was technically the most unpredictable member of Iron Horse yet followed orders as well as he could.

“so, are you getting a drink or not?” He’d ask, staring at her from beneath the hood, though it didn’t…hide as much as his favorite mask but it hide some of his face up rather well.

MadMan and Saphira walked in silence the rest of the way to the local Cantina. The cool air brushed against them , followed by the light sound of the local band playing.

There were generally a few people in the place, but what she was seeing was slightly eyebrow raising. At least more then a dozen patrons where in there.

Most were Army personal and the Twi'lek knew that they were sitting there trying to sift through the feelings of being moved around.

The sooner this mission start, the sooner people can start a new bond. Saphira thought as they walked in farther. The old barkeep looked and waived to them.

"He seems to recognise you." MadMan replied to her.

"How do you know that?" She replied with a dark look in her eyes.

"The way he is looking at you. Come here often?" He smiled and was glade that she couldn't exactly see his reaction.

Not often enough... Saphira thought to herself as they took a seat in a booth near the band. Almost instantly a waitress arrived as if out of thin air to take their orders.

Though he was about to join his SL in a casual gathering to drink a bit and cement the nerves and keep ‘em from growing soft during the mission. He was still trying to fill a role he’d never thought he’d have to try – for he wasn’t too fond of acting and the like. However taking the guise of a shady, aged merchant sounded like an intriguing challenge though really it was a role that was just waiting for him to just catch up to it.

Though really, it wasn’t wise to think of the future when your business was being a death-dealer and slave to the empire – with benefits! Though just before they could slip away to a nice and noisy Cantina, a new recruit would pop up, replacing the door as a troublesome barrier.

This should be interesting…, he’d hide his smirk as he’d listen to the two exchange words, till they finally ended with a smart remark and a annoyed Twi’lek.  It wasn’t as interesting as the strange young man thought, though it was still entertaining enough. Following her, he’d say nothing even if there was a slight impulse to spice the particular conversation up as he’d follow her to the Cantina.


The strange reactivity of the waitresses was somewhat suprising, after all working in one of these Cantinas weren’t the most glamorous or high-paying jobs that would merit such a quick response.

“Hello Ma’am, and sir, what can I get ya’?” She’d ask in a energetic voice, somewhat eager to take their orders, perhaps from some sort of enjoyment of doing so or just doing it quickly to get it over with. Madman couldn’t tell, from where he lived most of the few Cantina’s were run by the same people and often terribly corrupt people – Hutts if you must know.

GySgt Saphira cleared her throat quickly before she spoke “I’ll have a Bottle of Corellian Ale…” she told the waitress very smoothly, though the Trooper accompanying her was surprised she was ordering such a quantity of Ale before a mission. He shrugged, however as he doubted she would get wasted before a mission and could only assume she could hold her booze.

“And you?” the waitress would ask, addressing Madman as he perked up “Oh yes…just give me a small glass of what she’s having…” He’d hiss softly with a soft smile playing over his lips before the Waitress nodded and backed away and into the back.

“A bottle, eh? Stresssed? Shaky?” He’d hiss again, as she’d scowl “that’s none of your business…” she’d retort in a irate voice, “I can hold my drink just fine, and what’s with a little glass?” She’d ask as a wicked grin played over her lips “Afraid you can’t hold your drink? What kinda man are you…” She’d tease in something of a malevolent fashion though her scathing words were met with a nonchalant shrug.

“Pretty much, I never did drink neither did my father.” He admitted, and before she could offer a reply the waitress carried a full bottle and a opened bottle. For Saph she offered the fresh bottle, unopened and ripe for the drinking and on the other hand she’d set a small glass down and pour the ale in, before taking the open bottle away and attending to the other customers.

“So…why did you want to come if you don’t drink much?” She’d ask, somewhat suspicious of his motives as he’d pick up the glass, “Well, thought it might be…wise to learn a bit about my Squad Leader…” He’d cackle softly as he’d take a small sip of his ale, the bottom of the glass clapping against the round table.

Arok walked into the bar and sat down from the group. He watched all around as ge ordered his drink, he hoped for a fight and looked for one. That's when  he saw it, some guy was yelling at his girl and hit her. He stood up and walked to him
=man=
"stay away, it's my own business"
=Arok=
"too bad its mine now"
He swung at the man before he could speak and he fell onto the back of the table, he pulled him back up and punched him till he bleed and chucked back on the table. He was out cold.
=Arok=
"Bartender, here's a tip for the mess"
He throws a sack of money and relaxes back in his chair, waiting to see if his commander was watching or not

Why now of all times does this bantha poodo happen? Saphira thought as she felt the eyes of both troopers on the back of her head. Arok had already caused enough trouble and his noticeable absence was, to her, a relief.

Part of her had hoped he went AWOL and no one would have to deal with him as the few had. As they came back to more familiar halls, Saph smiled. The sight of watching MadMan attack Arok was amusing. As much as the sound his head made when the gaffii stick raked the side of his head.

If MadMan hadn't stepped in I would have done much worse. She concluded before they reached her office. Briskly she walked over to her desk and had the two males stand at attention. Her silver eyes were stone cold towards them as she pressed a button on her desk.

"Have Sergeant Major Lucky sent in to my office. It's urgent." She added before a muffled reply was heard from the other end. Ending in a crackle she looked back up. "I don't even know where to start with you Pvt. Arok."

"How about when HE hit me -" Arok started

"You asked for it." Snarled MadMan.

No lying there.

Saphira rose her right eye slightly and they drew silent. As much as she wanted to say he deserved it and more, she couldn't. He job was making her behave more then the normal. One way to tame her attitude...slightly.

"I don't care if you deserved it or not. Arok, you have been nothing but trouble from the first day here." She sighed and caught that MadMan's stance changed slightly. Enough that she knew he was pleased in some way. "MadMan, you need to control yourself more. We're about to leave on a mission and I don't need a report on a Cantina Brawl to be sent up."


"I am sorry." MadMan replied. Sorry I couldn't do more to him then just a bruise... He thought privately and knew the look in the Twi'leks eyes said more then she let on. About to say more there was a few rough taps on the door and then Lucky entered. Alan was with her as well, and both had looks that they weren't to happy to be called in. Even more when they saw who was in the room with her.

Good. I know that they aren't happy, but I have had enough of this.


"I am sorry to have to have you called here. Seeing as I know we have little time to do anything. However, we had a small scuffle in the Cantina. It seems, that after a vanishing act, Arok is now back with the land of the living." Saph stated rather dryly. "After reading the reports I sent you on the squad members I would have to recommend that Arok not be allowed on this mission."


Arok opened his eyes wide and looked over his shoulder to Lucky. It was as if he was playing the innocent look on his rough face. The man lived for fighting and with the mission they had, their cover could be easily blown.

"Turn your head around private!" Lucky Snapped and crossed her arms. Arok blinked once and did as she said. Yea, Lucky was not happy.

A short time later the group left her office. Arok's head hung low as he was to report to another group for remedial duties until further notice. Saphira knew he wasn't happy about it, but it had to be done.

"Sorry about dragging you back in there again Lucky." Saph replied as she watched Alan and her lock hands together again.

"Don't worry about it. It's part of the job." She replied back and the couple strode away down another hallway.

"So, what now?" MadMan replied.

"Well, we still have a few hours. I say we go back to our drinks and hope no one else does something foolish." The tone of her voice was slightly bitter, but her eyes held a twinkle of amusement.


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This time they were at another Cantina. Not wanting to cause another stir due to the previous event, it was the best. Saphira smiled as she took her third drink and set the glass down with a gentle clank.

"How can you drink that fast?" MadMan asked as he took a sip of his own drink.

"I don't know. A talent it must be." She replied and poured another glass. "You really should try this Ale."

"No thanks."

"Afraid?" She replied and smiled. Her lek'ku flickering in amusement.

Tank blinked. What the... !?!? Tank blinked again, his eyes refocusing on the updated datastream. In the short time it took to pack for the mission, the squad's roster had been revised yet again. Muttering to himself, "As long as they don't make any changes after liftoff, we have a good shot..."

Dressed in his black-and-grey Garrison uniform, red bloodstripes proudly proclaiming his Corellian heritage, the Trooper tuned out Tex and Hex bickering/haggling over the 300 droids they were programming as he logged into the Army's ComNet. Pinging Saph's comlink and datapad, revealed the Squad Leader at a cantina; Southern Dawn, not the usual cantina on base, but one actually closer to the landing field where the Dreshdae Thunderhawk was landed.

With a wry grin the soldier strode into the Dreshdae's garage and looked over his different vehicles. He liked the Strikebreaker but it was hard to find a place to park; the same was true for the gunship. Dante's Inferno or the Storm Skimmer? Both were built for two, and had respectable speed...

But the heavy flamers mounted on the 'Inferno suited Saphira's temperament perfectly...

*****

Before the ramp touched the ground the hot-rodded swamp speeder shot out of the hatch and was gone in an instant. A moment later the ramp raised and the hatch sealed. And all was quiet...

*****

Easily finding a parking space, Tank walked into the Southern Dawn Cantina. He soon spotted Saph and Madman knocking back shots of Corellian Ale. I guess I'd better show them how it's done... Tank mused with a smile as he sauntered over to the couple...

Soft words of carefully kept agitations were uttered by other Cantina dwellers, it was fortunate that all the dirtbags had yet to crawl from their poor living conditions to instill their own misery onto other patrons. Madman knew the kind, and he hated the types more than he had with Tuskens – up until joining the military he had thought he had hated them. Situating himself across from Saph, he would raise a brow as carefully placed make up brought out the grains, the cracks of the artificial wrinkles – could she even be certain this was his face? Oh and that’s what kept all those…nasty quirks down, the comfort of knowing he controlled the perceptions of others through sly makeup application.

Though not nearly in the way women could, but then again he couldn’t complain.

“Now dear, I’d almost think that you enjoyed that bit of senseless violence on new ones?” He’d cackle softly, still trying to decide how he would vocalize to locals if necessary when on the planet. No use sounding like a young man if you were going to play the role of some fossil.

“Did you like the sound of rattling metal? Or was it just cause I hit Arok?” He’d ask, implying that she might have secretly enjoyed the little scuffle as the drinks were delivered promply once again. He made no real hint that he sought a peaceful re-attempt at earlier, though he didn’t make terribly long leaps at stirring trouble either.

She’s raise a slender, dark brow as he finished talking. It was mildly curious, the make up that is before she’d shake her head, forcing a scowl as opposed to a smirk, though it were defying her true opinion of the matter “Did I? Your lucky I didn’t ship you off along with Arok. Fighting here for no reason…how do you think that makes me look?” She’d ask with a hiss, agitation dripping off her words now that she thought about it.

“And a little violence never hurt anyone…” She’d add, offering a brief smirk before it vanished as her lip wrapped around the neck of the bottle, and took  a long, smooth sip down her neck. The beverage burning her throat on it’s way down before she narrowed her brows at the growing agitation and set the bottle down.

Madman didn’t need to improve anyone with his mad drinking skills, he simply pulled up the glass to his own lips, and took a sip. He didn’t want to over work his poor liver,  but it wasn’t bad even to one who drank rarely.

“And to answer your question – A bit. Remind me to…find that new guy, the Faleen, I’ve got to ask him something.” He’d hiss, clearly he had suspicions about something, though whether it was the mission or Constantine, it was uncertain.

“Yeah?” She’d ask, “Why’s that? Don’t trust that smart-ass-“ She’d start up, as he’d shake his head “Oh no…it’s not that. I simply wish to get some information. Afterall…dear, he’s a Falleen and we’re going to Falleen. I’ve heard rumors about the race, and I wish to confirm them. He’d grin as he’d take another lengthy sip.

As the two conversed, they failed to notice Tank and Adenn  slip into the Cantina. More importantly Tank had got the drop on them, raising a brow he’d heavily drop his right hand on the table “So, you two enjoying your date?” He grinned as he teased the two, barely able to hold off his own laugh as the absurdity of the thought.

Saphira raised her brows “Date?” She’d ask, “Well I am awfully fond of the ale.” She’d joke back, as Madman slowly began to slip from his seat. The make-up could only comfort him so much, his loner behavior kicked in, feeling uncomfortable even in the presence of his squad mates.

“Ah, well…you two can talk and what not.” He’d mutter to the two as he stretched, forcing himself in something of a hunched position, arms hanging at his sides. The two looked over at Madman in a bewildered manner “But you’ve not finished your-“ the Twi’lek would start as Madman started moving towards the exit “I’m all set, Don’t want be stumbling over meh’ blaster anyway dear. “ He’d insist, as he departed slowly from the two.

Finally finding an interest in actually entering the Cantina, Adenn mingled with a few of the female patrons and waitresses. He nodded to a few of the familiar looking faces, he had seen them on the roster, beside their names and ranks, the photo was always usually on hand if not on file.

Anywho, he greeted them silently, as he took a seat by the bar.
Minutes passed and a few females who were curious about the new face decided to talk to him, some left, but most stayed. First one, then three, then five. The one left, so he was left with four who all seemed deftly interested in what he had to say about his life on Mandalore. And what the tribal looking tattoo he sported actually meant, or what it was, to be more exact.
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Two glasses of Gin-a-tonic later the effects of the beverage slowly started to make their mark on the young male. Slightly slurred words, the occasional drift into Mando, falling from the path of Galactic basic in his basic speeh pattern.

The night dragged on, three glasses of alcohol later, Adenn was efficiently drunk. All four of the females, three being of human appearance, and one being a Twi-lek, assisted him to his current residence condo. "Ori'vor'e" He said stumbling inside, followed by the giggling of the female escorts. "Oh..I mean..shank you." Hed bowed his head almost losing his balance as he closed the door after the last of them disappeared back from whence they came.

The bunk was even more alluring than the feminine form at the moment. "...nuhoy"(Sleep) Was the last word that exited his mouth as he laid on the bunk stomach down motionless from all the gin-a-tonic in his system, let alone the ale.

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His chrono was the first thing to rouse him from his slumber, as he rolled over, and dropped about a foot to the floor. Landing directly on his back . His eyes clenched shut as he met the ground with blunt gravity influencing his wake up call. The beeping alarm from his Chrono continued for another minute straight. "Mission day.."


He sat up, and redressed himself, and gathered the items he would take with him on the ship. "All set.." he left the condo and headed towards the staging area designated in his Data pad.

Time to get things started.

Saphira thought as the now, much larger group of Iron Horses were waiting to go onto the ship.Each was already in their desired garb for the mission. With a mental 'click' she took a step forward and rose her chin slightly.

"You all had the time to get things ready. I am pleased to see everyone is here and on time. Let's keep it like that. Stow your gear on the ship and take a seat." Saphira rumbled and gave a slight nod to the group.

"Uh, Sarge?" Tank started.

"No rank here." Lucky snapped to him and the rest. " We all have our undercover names. Use them from now on. We can't afford to slip up even once."

Everyone nodded and then picked their bags up and walked up the ramp of the ship. Boots tapped and thundered up the metal ramp and then hissed closed after Saphira made the ok that everyone was on. Her lek'ku flickered as she adjusted her robe and took a seat before the ship rumbled to life. A short and bumpy lurch and the ship lifted off the ground and groaned before taking more altitude.



20 minutes later




With the ship in hyperspace, the group started to relax and Saphira even saw a sabbac game starting. It was a good sign that everyone was trying their best to fit in and get to know their new squad mates.

"What's the plan after we land?" Lucky spoke from behind the Twi'lek. Saph turned and gave a slight smile.

"We need to make it past port authorities. I have no doubt that the NR will be looking for anything or anyone that could interfere with their plans." Stating it rather dry as she folded her arms across her chest. "Once we get out into the city we need to prove that we are the real deal and know what we are doing."

"That would be?" Lucky questioned

"We buy and barter for rare items. I heard there was even a Spice dealer on there. Sells glitterstem from what I have heard. We can start there." She answered.

"How is this going to even-"

"It will. We look and ask questions. If we are to gain our goal to get this information we need to brag and be the best. If we can find a Falleen contact and possibly gain interring to the NR..." She trailed off and Lucky smiled.

"So we have the boys rewarded and spread rumors after a good day of buying and bartering..." Lucky ended the conversation as they went back to looking at what the others were doing with the game.

Why am I doing this again? I have no interest in playing card games. I hate gambling. Oh yeah, I remember. I have nothing else to do so I am stuck here. Frak. I cannot wait to get off this shuttle.

He grumbled slightly as Adenn laid down a good hand and took the pot. He was about to throw down his cards and leave when Madman walked. Even though Madman was a new recruit just as Constantine was, he angered the Falleen easily with his questioning.

“Greetings.” Madman said with a raspy rattle.

“What’s up, Madman?” Constantine said, raising an eyebrow at the man’s arrival.

“You are a Falleen, yess?” he asked briskly, “I have heard your race…had a peculiar ability, can you explain?” he asked.

A peculiar ability? He makes it sound almost like my race are sideshow freaks.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask them yourself.” Constantine retorted, growing increasingly angry.
“Well that would defeat the purpose of ‘low-profile’ would it not?” Madman said with a wry grin.

With a small smile and a determination to give him as little as he could, Constantine said, “Well I don’t know much, just that we release pheromones in the air and our skin reflects our emotions…”

Stopping quickly, he glowered at Madman as the human jumped up out of his seat and just about ran away. Constantine heard him mutter something as he left, but couldn’t make it out clearly. Shaking his head, Constantine turned back to the card game. A few moments later, he threw cards down and pushed his chair away from the table. Stalking away, he retreated to the darkest and most isolated corner of the shuttle as to be alone. He liked to be alone. It gave him time to think. He liked the darkness as well because most of his race felt more comfortable in the dark than others. The darkness was even more comfortable to him than other Falleens.

Maybe that was why I am good at stealth-related things. Plus because of my unique physique, I am extremely agile and quick which is even better.

So far, the only people in Iron Horse Constantine had had contact with have been Saphira, Madman, and Adenn. He had already seen the looks that they had given him, whether they knew it or not he had seen them. He knew they regarded him with curiousness and even suspicion. He didn’t care in the slightest. In fact, he actually liked it.

The less people knew about me, the better.

He looked up as he heard steps coming towards him. He was about to say something to the stranger, to tell them to go away, but something stopped him. With a small sigh, he closed his mouth and allowed the stranger to sit down next to him in the seat. As the stranger slid down in the seat and relaxed, Constantine recognized him from the briefing he had been given after learning about his squad placement. Constantine tried remember the stranger’s name and frowned slightly. Then it came to him.

Legit. That’s it. Corporal Legit.

Closing his eyes, Constantine slipped into a light meditative trance that he found helped him bleed off some of his anger. It was either that or go on a rampage and he preferred this method.

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WC: 553

Luckystar had been sitting silently in her seat for awhile, staring ahead deep in a pool of swirling thoughts. Hearing Constantine leave the Sabaac tabe, she stirred, the sound having taken her out of her reverie.

She stood, stretching her cramping legs and saw Adenn alone, gathering his winings. Quietly, she walked over and sat across form him.

"You want to play?" he asked her when he saw her take a seat

"No thanks, just came  over to see how things were going, took the opportunity to stretch my legs at the same time"

"Oh. Things are going pretty well I guess..."

They engaged in smalltalk, about the squad, the upcoming mission, life in general. She found him to be very quiet at times, deep down it was a little like her except she was pretty quiet when she wasn't all business on missions and that.

She sat and stared out a viewport for awhile, watching the streaking stars zoom by, they were still in hyperspace. Her overalls were starting to irritate her, the edges of the clothing was digging into her skin already, she knew then that she would have small wounds by the end of this mission. hearing a sudden crackle, she looked up as the pilot spoke over the pA.

"We're approaching Falleen, ETA is one hour"

After the mike clicked off, she went back to her seat and began cleaning and checking her weapons, making sure they were in the best condition possible. She started thinking about the amount of security, wondering how complicated things were going to be.