In Character Thread

"I'm also a little curious how far we are being asked in order to convince them to join? Is this a situation where whatever they need in order to vote to join, if we can manage it, then do so, no questions ask? Are we to make any sort of regular reports in on our progress, or should we avoid that so as to help the base fly under the radar?" Mo asks, studying the projection for a few minutes before looking back to Mon Mithrania.

Excellent questions. She says with a smile

You've been chosen because you can make difficult decisions while in the field. In regards to convincing them to join, you must do what you feel would best represent the Alliance to these people, that would sway them towards open rebellion with the empire. You will be operating without radio communications, to maintain a low transmission signature. However, she pauses, folding her hands together and leaning in Do not hesitate to reach out if you are in danger. Likewise, new information that may jeopardize the mission will be relayed to you as quickly as possible.

The three leaders represent the pillars of the Agribbian society: Agriculture, Spirituality, and Education. Our spies tell us that elections are held every three galactic cycles, and they are 2 cycles away from another election.

The council meets every week in the council chambers, located here. She points to a location on the projection, and a orange dot appears. It's in the city centre. It will be updated on your datapads. It might be wise to meet with the council members privately before addressing the entire council.

Is there anything else you might inquire about?

She mentioned a 'week' and a 'galactic cycle' but both of those could mean different things to different people depending on where they're from, thinks Armitage. Standing at the back of the group he turns to Mo and whisper. "I wonder how she's defining a week and a galactic cycle."

Once you're on the planet, transportation around the city is fairly straightforward. But I presume you're most interested in getting there. She smiles at Tiny softly.

We have acquired a light freighter for your team to use.

Speak to 'Rex' in the garage, and he'll see that you're well taken care of.

Do you know the way? I'll have someone escort you. She turns back towards the Junior officer that is still speaking with the Lieutenant.

Corporal? Would you mind showing our new recruits to the hangar bay?

Both the Corporal and the Lieutenant stop their conversation and walk across the room to join the conversation.

I just got the report of your work on the tower. The Lt. abruptly starts the conversation with no small talk

It's not what we were looking for, but it'll do. We'll assign a repair crew to get to it. Minor disappointment can be heard in his tone.

We now believe you had absolutely nothing to do with the missing recruit. He's still absent without authorized leave. Thank you for checking out the relay.

Get yourselves kitted out before leaving, you might be gone awhile. See the quartermaster for supplies if you need to.

Mo just kind of shrugs at the doc's question, she wasn't specific for sure, but it was something that could be easily rectified once they got onto the planet and got a little more information so he wasn't too concerned. He was far more interested in the answer to Tiny's question, and had to suppress a smile when he heard that they were giving them a light freighter to use. Sure, they weren't as nimble as X-Wings, but you could do a lot with a nice freighter. Thinking over the situation he addressed the Mon first and said, "Thank you for the information. I'm sure we'll be able to get some more once we get to Agribba as well. We'll make it happen, ma'am."

Turning to address the Lieutenant he tried hard to shrug at the slight tone of disappointment. Nodding after he finished Mo said, "Not what we had hoped for either, sir, but the conditions were fairly rotten and none of us are trained mechanics. Hopefully with the scans from Tiny, plus our information, the repair crews will be able to get it up and running before the mission you mentioned. We'll definitely check in with the quartermaster before we go. Any other instructions?"

Armitage calls out as the team turns to leave the room. "Hey guys, before we all break up got a question. Should we top off our med supplies before we leave? All I have is an Emergency med kit, some stimpaks and one dose of standard Anesthetic. What do the rest of you have for med supplies?"

"OK, Tiny. That's fine for you but won't help the rest of us with injuries. Thanks, anyway"

Be safe out there. None of us know what was missing from the transmission. If it looks dicey, just make it back in one piece. The Lt. nods, showing a very subtle masculine concern for the party.

Giving the Lieutenant another salute, Mo turns and starts walking towards the quartermaster, trying to draw the others along with him. Once they leave the room with the high up muckity-mucks, he pauses and says, "We do indeed, Tiny. Who knows, if we do a good job, they might let us keep it even. Still... As for medical supplies, well, I have a few stimpacks, but I'm no doctor. I suppose we can see what the quartermaster might have, but maybe let's check out the ship first. It might be stocked up... In fact, I think I'm gonna head over and check it out first anyway, that way we know what to talk to the quartermaster about."

Changing direction to head towards the garage, Mo saunters along, happy to getting out of these caves and back up into the blackness of space. It feels like an age since he's had a ship underneath him and he was beginning to miss it. Walking into the garage, he takes a moment to look around, hoping to get a glimpse of their new ride as he looks for Rex.

Tiny follows Mo, lumbering over him like a mechanical shadow. The thought of checking out the new ship sounds intriguing, and hes curious to see what kind of firepower hes gonna be working with should they engage any imperial vessels.

"Excitement: Ooooh, i hope they have a QV-3 Disruptor! Ohh! Or a Fusion Accelerator Cannon! Or a Tomral RM-76!"

His vocal modulator can barely process the tones of excitement that Mo knows hes trying to convey. If theres one thing Tiny loves, its big guns, and blowing up TIE craft.