Tomas made his way through the corridors with care and purpose on his way to his quarters. The squadron has been back aboard the Atrus for many days since their escape from the planet of Misoo. There had been an extensive debriefing upon their arrival back aboard the Naval flagship in hopes that intelligence could gather some helpful information on the people behind the attack, as well as how they managed to succeed. As far as Tomas had heard there had been a few leads discovered as a result, though the rumours the young Flight Lead had caught word of had indicated that the majority had led to dead ends, some even raising more questions overall than they were able to answer.

Tomas sighed. Despite the initial congratulatory messages for their work planetside, a fair portion of their debriefing had involved the squadron's decision and success at destroying the planet's southern temple. The various leaders of the unit had been questioned the hardest and even now, many days after the fact Tomas felt tired just from thinking about it. He couldn't remember how many times he had to answer the same questions over and over. Whose orders were you following when you to carried out such a dangerous mission? Why did you not raise concerns? Did you realize you consequences you could face for stealing goods that belong to the Vast Empire? They were easy questions all in all, and in hindsight he was sure he'd have taken on the mission if faced with the same situation again...well, perhaps not if it meant another such battery by Intel. There had been a brief point in time where it actually seemed Trevor would be court marshaled for his actions, but it had since passed. Now, as a result of the physical strain the groundwork had put on the members of the squadron, Nazgul had been given an extended leave from duty in order to recover.

Some of the pilots had chosen to go on brief vacations, but Tomas had been content to stay in friendly space. Rather than sightseeing, and other such “adventures” he had chosen to instead remain on Abrae,  furthering his knowledge in fighter piloting as well as various combat tactics. In addition, he had been asked to give a couple presentations to a batch of new recruits on some of the basic maneuvers involved in the business. Rumours of a large scale operation had been circling here and there around the base, though there was no indication as to any further details. If the the reuniting of the squadron aboard the Atrus was any indication, they had something on the docket. Given the high possibility of  compromised agents of the Vast Empire on Misoo, the fact that rumours concerning campaign plans were so widely present had Tomas feeling quite uneasy. As he finally reached his assigned quarters, he let out another short sigh and entered.

He didn't have much to do here, as he was planning to meet up with the rest of the squadron in the lounge...or most of them from what he could tell. Putting away some items he had been carrying, he finished up a message he had been writing to Laurel earlier before sending it on its way. They had been communicating off and on during his time off, though she experienced intermittent periods of busyness as the people of Misoo attempted to restore order to their planet. A quick change of shirts and he was on his way back down the corridor, though this time the walk wouldn't be quite so long. Turning a corner, Tomas nearly collided with a woman dressed in her full uniform.

“I'm so sorry,” she said. Tomas noticed that she quickly avoided his eye contact. “I am new on board and I was just attempting to find my quarters, with little luck I'm afraid.” Tomas caught a glimpse of a datapad in her one hand, no doubt holding the necessary information.

“May  I see?” he gestured in its direction. She was hesitant, but eventually handed it over. “Nazgul Squadron, eh? The name's Tomas, leader of flight three.” He stated, holding out his hand.

“Lamel Evas....sir.” Tomas proceeded to give her the directions, and stopped her as she turned to go. “Yes?”

“If you'd like to meet the rest of the squadron, we'll be down in the lounge...feel free to join us once you get settled in.”

“Oh, thanks,” and with that she turned and continued down the corridor.

Upon entering the lounge Tomas found a number of Nazgul to already be present, a few of whom he had not seen since the debriefing period. He also noticed another pilot sitting off to the side that he did not recognize, at least not right away. The young man seemed to be quietly watching the others...guaging them, having apparently been their quite a while given the number of beverage glasses in front of him. As Tomas greeted the others he slowly realized where he had seen the man before. He had been in the audience for one of the presentations Tomas had given, though his name was currently elusive...

OOC:

Alright guys, I've written in Lamel and Reno...they are free to take their characters where they wish. Have some fun. The rest of you, too...perhaps tell some stories of your adventures during your time off. We have an Army/Navy story coming up and I think we should be at least a little active before that happens.

Skar wandered the hallways of the Atrus, still in a daze. Echoes of Trevor's briefing were still running through his mind, disrupting his thoughts and sense of direction. He cursed as he walked into a dead end again.

You did an amazing job of looking after Flight Two while Darius was out of action

"Crap" Skar muttered, poking his head down yet another hallway he didn't recognise.

It's not strictly allowed, But I couldn't think of a better person for the job

He attempted to smile at a number of people who walked past him, trying not to reveal the fact he was hopelessly lost.

So it's for that reason, I'm promoting you to Flight Leader. Good luck, you'll need it

"Aha!" Skar cried out, once he got close enough to read the label on the next door.

He walked in, trying to look official. The room was filled with navy member's, all casually eating and drinking. The More official member's could be seen sat in a far corner, talking quietly away from everyone else. Skar smiled at Tomas, who he saw stood away from the rest and talking to a man he didn't recognise. Skar cleared his throat.

"Alright, I'm looking for....Crewman Dahn Basai, and Senior Crewman Acrutis Manor!"

Eventually, the stares subsided and the two men Skar wanted appeared in front of him.

"Alright, first of all - Dahn, welcome to Nazgul, I hope you'll like it here" Skar smiled, trying desperately to hide the nerves in his voice.

"Thanks" He replied.

"Anyway, the reason I needed you. You're both aware that your member's of Flight Two?"

They nodded.

"Well, just to introduce myself - I'm Petty Officer Second Class Darkanto, and I'm your flight leader"

Atrick felt dazed. He couldn't remember what had happened on the planet and at the debriefing, he hadn't really listened. It didn't bother him that he couldn't remember.

Actually, it's better if I don't remember... he told himself. Especially after what happened last time. Atrick shuddered. The dreams that had haunted him after his first mission had emotionally tramautized him for several weeks afterward.

Walking through the halls of the Atrus he tried to remember where the lounge was aboard the ship.

Should really get my head checked out. Losing my memory... he thought as he finally found the correct hallway and proceeded towards the lounge.

The slight buzz of conversation met his ears as he entered. He looked around, expecting to at least see some of Nazgul, but he couldn't make out any familiar faces in the blur of people. Atrick took an empty seat towards the middle of the room. While he still looked at the mass of people hoping for some friend to jump from the gloom, a waiter droid approached him.

"Correlian Ale." Atrick automatically said and the droid complied, giving him a glass of the liquid then turning off to serve a group of pilots that had just arrived.

Atrick gingerly sipped at the liquid, feeling the burn as it slid down his gullet. He didn't want to think, but to talk with some real people.

"I guess I can just hit the simula..." he said to himself, but was cut off by a voice from the front of the room.

"Alright, I'm looking for....Crewman Dahn Basai, and Senior Crewman Acrutis Manor!"

Intresting. Seems I'm in trouble now. Atrick thought to himself, smiling a little at his personal joke.

As Atrick made his way up front, he saw a man standing at the entrance to the lounge with a Nazgul insignia on his uniform.

Finally! Someone from Nazgul!

As Atrick stood in front of the man, he began speaking to him and another to Atrick's left. Atrick didn't recognize him, so he figured he must be another newbie.

"Alright, first of all - Dahn, welcome to Nazgul, I hope you'll like it here" Skar smiled, seemingly strained.

I was right...

"Thanks" Dahn replied.

"Anyway, the reason I needed you. You're both aware that your member's of Flight Two?"

Atrick nodded.

"Well, just to introduce myself - I'm Petty Officer Second Class Darkanto, and I'm your flight leader."

Atrick looked him over once again then responded.

"I'm Senior Crewman Acrutis Manor or Atrick25, whichever you prefer."

Skar looked him over with a nod then turned to Dahn.

"I'm Crewman Dahn Basai as you've probably guessed." he said sheepishly.

"Well it's good to meet you two. I was hoping to catch you two to see if we could try some flight simulators together, get a feel for each others movements in a fighter. How's that sound?" Skar said.

Atrick nodded eagerly, excited at the chance to do something.

"Well, let's head over to the simulators. Dahn, you up to this?"

"Sure am. I didn't go through basic training for nothing!" Dahn said with a chcukle.

Tallied here.