Tarrik frowns. "What do I think? I think that I'm going to have a lot of people shooting at me. As for the Acclamator? I hear that the Commodore had this during the Clone Wars, and refuses to let it go. She has a weird reputation. Apparently she was a Jedi fucker, so everyone thought her career was over, until the big battle a few days ago. She modified this hunk of junk to hold more fighters, though, so she's all right with me. She understands who really matters in a fight". She grins
Fendrat decided to check what egzacly are that organic to see, what task give to them. He go to hangar, to see them in person.
'There will probably be some shooting going on, yeah,' Loreley said, 'Don't worry, we'll get through it. We have a whole figher wing instead of just the two of us this time.' The brunette folded her arms, 'Interesting, the Commodore certainly caught Tarkin's eye, I saw her when I reported for the last mission and got the promotion. Looks like she went from Jedi fucker to Moff fucker, probably does better for her career.' 'You want to catch some sleep before they call us up? I'm kind of getting sleepy,' Loreley smiled.
Amongst the droids, he sees two bothans and a young, slim mirialan woman. They are busy welding something, and pay him no mind. A bulky middle aged human man walks up. "Hey, need something?"
"Thanks, though I didn't do that good. That guy slammed my head against the wall pretty well. If you hadn't shot him..." He lets the sentence hang.
'Really?' Loreley yawned and stretched her arms, 'If you get sleepy at the controls, I'll have to spank your bum after for being stupid. See you later.' The commander left the pilot's area and asked an officer where the quarters for the newly arrived crew were.
"Well I did Shoot him. Dont worry too much about it. Get some sleep it was a Long Day....Or You know a Place where I can Buy Us a Beer?"
He leads her to an empty room. It's not bigger than a cell in the brig, and about as well decorated, but, as he explains, she has it reserved to her, as a commander. Tarrik shouts down "I might have to take you up on that offer!" She then goes and takes a seat with some pilots playing cards.
He perks up. "Yeah!" He tones down the enthusiasm, embarrassed. "There's a bar here. It's a shady kind of place, but the drinks aren't bad."
Gailte hummed. "Hmm, while satisfying from a certain point of view - it's not enough." Gailte commented. "While I want my slaves to do as I command, I am willing to accept SMALL disobedience if it achieved me what I want. I also want my slaves to continuously improve themselves, to serve me better." She looked at Rhea. "If you don't grow, you are no better than a prostitute and are of no use to me. Understood?"
"Well, at the risk of you being assassinated. I think a serious relationship is out of the question, since the woman I was with is kind of gunning for me..." He sent the message, before reading the admiral's summons. DT-L30 heads toward the designated place to meet the admiral, wearing his complete death trooper armor, along with his heavy blaster, vibroknife, and two sonic grenades.
