Chief Petty Officer, Army Convert Aeos was stiff. Stiff as old bantha bones buried in hard mud. A soft moan escaped through her lips as she tried to pull on her duty suit. Her muscles situated beneath her arms pits hollered as it strained. Sentinel was on a small break currently while the Doashim along with their own fighters went through some repairs.

"Fraggit!" She murmured, willing her fingers to inch through the sleeves.
"Should have known seven hours sparring in a Gravity Sim, will do this!" she muttered angrily yet softly as her one hand finally popped out of the left sleeve. She left the buttons over, seeing as how her duty didn't start until a few hours later. Or rather it didn't start until a few days later.

Aeos ventured herself across the small room to little view port her assigned quarters could offer. She mused at how little hours a day of Abrae consisted. A mere two. Outside, two TIE's were engaged in a dance of tag. Probably two recruits with a little time on their hands.

She glanced at the chronometer to her left as she passed on to the bathroom. Her finger pressed softly on the flat crimson surface that was situated above the tap against the wall. She pressed it once, before her finger darted to icy blue one next to it, which she pressed twice. One unit of hot water, combined with two units of cold water. She cupped her hands underneath the gush of fluids and waited for a substantial amount to collect itself in her patient hands. She stooped over the steel basin, allowed the water to washout from her hands across her face. She shook her her face dry, keeping her eyes closed and searched for a towel to her left.

She left the bathroom as she dried her face on her way to her to her desk only to be distracted by her Communicator's going haywire. Frowning, she darted to it, and activated the message it had just received.

Report to Hall 7, Room 4T5 for mission briefing. Immediately.
4T5? they don't use that room for briefings...

Stifling a yawn, confused at the cryptic message she had received, Aeos buttoned her jacket and pulled  on her boots. She grabbed the piece of fabric on her bedside, and fluttered towards the door, only to pause for a moment in front of the small mirror, making sure her uniform is correct with not a hair out of line.

The door closed behind her with a pressurized hiss, and she darted off in the corridor. She unfolded the fabric as she jogged, to reveal a small compact glove made of zakkeg hide, a reptilian fabric. She pulled it over her left hand,  obscuring a large white sphere-like scar as if someone nailed a dagger through her hand.

Despite serving the Navy now for months on end, she would still find herself occasionally lost in the humongous buildings, so it wasn't until almost an quarter of an hour later that she managed to report in front of a burly man in a crisp salute. It was a small circular room, barren, except the two chairs inside, one empty for her presence.

"Sit down, keep ye mouth while I talk," he snapped. Aeos took her seat without a word.

"Usually we would call on the Army for this, but we have some-"
The man coughed, Aeos cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowed....something was not right. She glanced to her side. A few paces away was another person seated. Her attention diverted away from him back to the Officer.

"We tried to settle a colony on the planet of Lamek, according to the scouts it was a perfect venue, but we have received distress signals like crazy the past few days, only a few people were sent in the first group luckily. You two are assigned to lead a task force of pilots and troopers to Lamek and retrieve these people, you are both good Imperials, I will now put to good use, "
Bastard,
"Your transport leaves in an hour, you will meet the your partners on the ship. Try and keep this mission to yourself and don't discuss it with other. Dismissed" he barked.
Aeos stared at him...wide-eyed, and pushed her self out of her seat.
"Excuse me-"
"Subject dismissed, get out of my sight,"

Shaking her head furiously, Aeos departed from the briefing, and waited outside the door for whoever it was that would lead this mission with her. A tall, almost thin man made his appearance. He had deep brown eyes hiding under a slight frown. His hair was the same colour of his eyes and Aeos noticed that a bit of the hair sticking out from all directions under his cap, that remained untamed despite what she assumed what must have been a war between the comb and him. Aeos could immediately guess that this man was as silent as she was outspoken.
"Warrant Officer Second Class Tomas from Nazgul, but Tom is also good," he said good-heartedly as his small grin reached into his eyes unlike most people Aeos met. He stuck out his hand.
"Chief Pee-O Aeos, or on the rare occasion Ace, don't trust me on the name though, I'm from Sentinel," she muttered refraining from laughing as she grabbing his outstretched hand and shaking it. The door behind them opened, and closed again, as the man who briefed them passed them in long strides casting no glances at them.

Aeos frowned. Tomas' glance never left the man's retreating back.
"Somethings off,"
"I'm with you on that one.

For a moment both were lost in thought, before Tomas broke it.
"I'm going to get some stuff, I'll see you on the ship. I guess we need to work out a system, check out props and stuff."
"Some how I get the feeling you are the brain between us, "  said Aeos craning her neck as she met with his gaze. A pleasant, yet embarrassed grin broke over his face. He simply shook his head, gave an respectful nod of acknowledgment and spun around, retreating away from Aeos, who turned away in the opposite direction towards her own quarters.

Tallied here.