Fading Light - IC

[Esoomian]

Tiny stirs in his bed, he rolls over and looks at the squad with no real surprise.

He idly wonders if he could take them all down without getting hurt but realizes that while The Hammer is caged he has to play nice.

Lumbering to his feet he slouches towards the troopers slowly "Who'd you guyff kill to pull thiff duty?"
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[Hellcat]

"I wish I could agree with you, friend, I really do. Don't know, maybe it's survivors guilt. Why'd I survie when so many of my comrades in arms fell."

Garolf then points to Rownn as he addresses the other occupant.

"He bid's you welcome. This is Rownn and I am Garolf Kai. And you are?"
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[Karae]

Rylah wonders what the two have been talking about, to be talking about guilt, but as she's addressed, she nods to each of you as Garolf introduces you.

A muffled, but obviously feminine voice comes from the mask, as she finally introduces herself "I'm Rylah Cailah. If I'm being included in a briefing, then I can only guess that some of you are going to get wounded at some point, and I'm going to be the one to fix you up.."

[Hellcat]

Garolf's ears perk up a what he hears.

"A medic? So you're an angel of mercy, is that right Ms. Cailah? From what little I've heard about what our mission may be, it sounds like you could have your hands full."
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[Karae]

Rylah chuckles softly, the sound muddled and distorted by the helmet, but it seems less clear than her voice.

"An angel? I'm far from that.. If I were an angel, I'd have no fear, and wouldn't need to wear this protection. If I were an angel, I'd have no need to be able to use weapons to protect myself.."

She sighs softly and shakes her head. "I'm sure I'll have my hands more than full... It's normally why I carry a backpack and satchel.."

Perhaps she's misunderstood what you meant, or perhaps she just doesn't want to think about wading hip-deep in the blood of people she'll be working with..

[Hellcat]

"I was refering to your being a medic when I called you an angel of mercy, Ms. Cailah. Someone who can at least heal the wounded and not just injure and kill in the name of keeping others safe and free. Seems I was more adept at the latter I fear."
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[darthomer09]

Kazden relaxes in the quarters provided to him by the Alliance. He slowly polishes his blasters as he watches the time display, awaiting for the briefing of this mission they called him about. Thinking about it, he mutters to himself, "Better pay well..."

As the time for the meeting arrives, he packs his gear and starts his way the briefing room.
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[Karae]

Rylah nods to Garolf. "Oh, patching people up is pretty much what I do best.."

Having said that, her mind seems to drift somewhere else, as she starts to mentally prepare a list of what she thinks she'll need to take with her.

It'll probaby be excessive, but hey, better ready to do field surgery, than have to leave someone behind because they got appendicitis.. Right?

OOC: 6 AM and I've not got any sleep.. I'll see you all tomorrow

[Jamfke]

Jo was about to answer Garolf as Captain Steels stepped into the conversation. He sat quietly munching on his Farrberry Flakes as he introduced himself and offered his services. He nearly blew his bluemilk out his nose when Garolf suggested getting Kyle Katarn for the mission.

He listens with interest to the Captain's story about his lost son. Jo had seen many young men and women lost throughout the years so he knew just how the fella felt. Still, if the rumors of these Vong creatures were true, Jo knew the man's son was most likely dead already. Garolf making a promise to bring him back if we found him was a decent gesture though, even if it was highly unlikely that they would find him.

[Hellcat]

"Probably get paid only on a per-mission basis if we do this as civillians and will have problems getting the supplies we need. Of course if our commissions are reactivated we probably won't be able to pick our own missions."

Garolf then nods towards Rownn and Rylah.

"Jo, looks like these are a couple of the beings we'll be working with on this mission. This is Rownn and the armored on is Rylah Cailah. Ms. Cailah is a medic. Rownn, Ms. Cailah, let me introduce you to Jo Regulus."
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[Jamfke]

Jo smiles and nods to each of them in turn.

"You're probably right. It's just that military pay was always so meager. I'm sure not much has changed since we retired."

He sighs and sits quietly a moment before continuing.

"Of course, I realize I should be thinking about the fate of the galaxy and all, but we saved it once before and look where it got us. I'm still 2,000 short on getting that new upgrade for the comm system. I'm tired of always being on the short end, ya know?"
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[Jedi Skyler]

It is early morning; dawn has not yet begun to paint the sky with light and color.

In his quarters, Zinn Valimar rises as he has always been able to do, by his internal chronometer. A handy ability for a pilot to have, one of many he'd acquired over the years. He rose and donned some clothing suitable for a decent workout, then headed for the door. A soft warbling reached his ears and he chuckled. "No, Banshee, I'm just going to the rec area. You can stay here for now. The briefing is later; I'll want you there then." A pause, then, "If you want, see what you can download concerning our upcoming mission. Also, see if you can get any intel on the Vong." Nodding his head and smiling fondly at his astromech, Zinn turned and left his quarters. He went straight to the rec area and found an open area. Stretching his muscles for several minutes he began to run through a series of katas to further limber himself.

Once he finished the final in his series, he saluted and stepped out of his stance. Neither sweating nor breathing hard he walked purposefully to the wall where a number of different melee weapons awaited in the racks. He selected a bo staff and moved back out to the open. Resuming his ready stance he saluted, then began moving through an entirely different set of katas, the staff twirling at dizzying speeds as he whipped it about with precision, the weapon shooting out at different points in the kata for attacks on a number of unseen enemies. The sound of the staff's passage came across as a hypnotic buzz, punctuated by the sound of sudden stabs and Zinn's "KIAAA!" as he attacked and defended.

Zinn completed his morning workout and replaced the bo, bowed to his workout area, then returned to his quarters for a shower and to prepare for the upcoming briefing.

Some time later, Zinn emerged again...showered, fresh, and ready. He wore a black flightsuit with green piping on the sleeves and legs. A heavy blaster pistol was slung low on his right thigh, and he walked with a definite swagger. His shiny bald head gleamed in the light of the overhead glowpanels as he and Banshee made their way toward the chow hall. There he selected a hearty breakfast, took it to a table, and while he ate he reviewed the data Banshee was able to glean from the base's computer network and from the HoloNet.

Finishing his breakfast, Zinn took his tray and utensils to the reclamation station. He winked at the pretty young lady behind the counter, iliciting a shy giggle from her as he left the mess hall. Smiling to himself, he made his way toward the briefing room.

A sense of...something washed over him. He couldn't place it, but he'd felt it before. He knew something big was going to happen, and he knew that he was somehow going to play a part in it. Beyond that, though, he just couldn't tell yet.

Zinn and Banshee approached the briefing room side by side, as they had been ever since Zinn's father had given the astromech to him.

[Hellcat]

[Karae]

Rylah jumps a little and snaps back from her all-engrossing, never-ending list of medical supplies that she wishes she had, looking around to see who spoke to her.

As she sees that whoever's supposed to be briefing them hasn't entered yet, she relaxes a little, nodding to Jo, but when she sees someone else entering, an astromech in tow, she speaks once again, her muffled voice laced with sarcasm.

"A boy and his astromech. How... sweet."

[vong]