Devon looked around their new... 'barracks' was the only word that seemed to fit.
It was definitely a change from the private rooms they'd all had back in the Talon nest, or aboard their now defunct cruiser.
He stood in the middle of the floor, kit bag dangling from one hand as the others pushed past him.
"
Cosy." he said, dubiously.
The he shrugged and tossed his bag onto an available bed. He started unpacking.
Master Servious:
Less than ten minutes after the Talons arrival a protocol droid approached Devon.
"Identity confirmed. Kismet, Devon. Please follow me. Your meeting with the Brigadier will start in five minutes. I am to escort you to the flag briefing room."
"
One moment." he told the droid, and pulled a couple of small holo-pictures from the bag. The pictures was stuck to the wall just above the head of his bed.
Kicking the bag under his bed, Devon stood and followed the droid out the room, calling over his shoulder
"
Guys, try not to break or steal too much crap whilst I'm gone, OK?"
If anyone examines the two pictures:
One shows a group six of people outside, standing round a clearly custom built speeder, arms round each others shoulders as they grin, wave and (in one case) pull faces at the camera. Devon is in the group, a couple of years younger than he is now, grinning as he joins the others in cheering at the camera.
The picture has '
Buunta Special: 1st place' hand written across one corner.
The second picture shows a beautiful Falleen woman wearing a slinky dress sitting on an overstuffed sofa, her legs curled up underneath her, an enigmatic half smile on her face as she gazes at the camera. On the floor in front of the sofa is an empty wine bottle and a couple of glasses. Devon had apparently not felt it neccesary to write on this one.