Nightshrike Briefing Room
Next Morning 0800


The next morning, people began filtering in to the briefing room in ones and twos.  Mark and Zyra were at the head of the table, discussing something over a datapad.  A fresh pot of caf was on the table and Zyra asked the early arrivals to prepare some breakfast for everyone.

It wasn't until a few minutes after everyone had arrived that Mark began the briefing.

"Newcomers welcome to your first official briefing as Black Talons.  Together we will aim to bloody the Empire's nose as much as we can."

"While turning a tidy profit." Zyra piped in with a sly wink.

Mark threw an exasperated look at the Zabrak who gave the commander a seductive smile in return.  He quickly turned his attention back to the group.

"Firstly housekeeping.  Mr Webb has requested a leave of absence and I have granted it.  As such we no longer have a space force team leader.  For now, I will be taking that role until someone proves capable of taking over or Mr Webb returns."

"Mr Nallis will continue to lead our ground forces.  Ms Master will remain our chief medic, with 2-1B-D3 acting as her assistant.  She'll also remain in charge of our slicing duties.  Mr Jai will continue to use you all as a punching bag and hopefully teach you some of his tricks.  Mr Kismet, your engineering duties will now be split three ways.  Ms Trake will handle capital ship repair and operations, Ms Lambar all droids and you will handle starfighters.  You will also remain in charge of new acquisitions of course."

"Mr Pertwee, your duties remain unchanged.  Ms Jax will remain in charge of intelligence matters, assisted by Mister Toluga who will perform most of the fieldwork.  Mr Sloan your knowledge of Imperial customs procedures, capital ship experience and previous war experience make you a valuable resource too.  Mr Flash, you will be our chief pilot and when necessary, my wingman.  Can't have you overtaking my kill score now can we?"

"Designations will be as follows.  I will retain both One and Lead as my callsigns.  Flash will remain Two, Masters Three, Nallis Four.  Mr Toluga will take Talon Five, Pertwee and Kismet will remain Six and Seven.  Mr Jai Eight, Ms Jax is still Nine.  Ms Trake Ten, Lambar Eleven and Sloan Twelve."

"Become familiar with your designations and roles.  Any questions can be forwarded to the XO."

"Now, anyone have anything to add from yesterday's debriefing before we move on to our next mission?"

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OOC: Several of you have been busy since the debrief so figured you'd have things to add.
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Mika glances at Devon before she speaks up.  "Uhm, Devon, or should I say Talon 7, and I were looking at the fighter.  It took a bit, but Devon got it fixed.  We got some things we want to explore, maybe get some idea where the bastards launched from, but figured making the ship spaceworthy was top priority.  If we have a few more hours, and maybe get some slicer help, we should be able to get some possibles."

Sheila was feeling much better. To mika "Point me where you want me to be."

"Not now."  Zyra intercedes.  "While knowledge of the pirate base would most advantageous, it is not an immediate priority.  But keep at it when time allows."

Darvin shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had changed from his PPA uniform for some comfortable street clothes, his long graying mane was tied up in a pony tail and his callused right hand was pensively stroking his beard, while his left held a cup of caf. For those of you even wondering how he took his caf, he liked it dark like his soul he had joked.

When he was given his designation he almost raised his hand to see if he could get designated as number 13, but thought wiser of it. Instead, he brought the cup to his lips and tasted the dark warm liquid. He raised his cup to Merreck, and leaned back to listen to whatever else the others may wish to discuss.

Merreck raise the cup to Sloan, then sit nursing the cup of coffee, looking a bit worn and tired from the night before, but getting more and more alert as he gets the brew into his stomach. He looks around at the Talons as they get their duties, nodding at Zyra Jax when he gets his own assignment.

He looks at Mika as she reports on the repairs. "Good to hear about that fighter, Ten." He chuckled a bit at their new names, then continue with a short report.

"I and Darvin took a drink in town and we asked around for recent news. So far nothing on the connection between Typhon and Pirates except rumors and coincidences. The pirates should have about ten more fighters and an YT-2000 on top of the Corvette, but that´s more likely a very low estimate. Ships have disappeared, but recently it´s been mostly robbed and sent on their way. Then there was that one attack on a civilian spaceport, a few weeks ago. Bomb dropped from a freighter, random destruction, doesn´t really add up. Typhon and the Imperial Navy are joined at the hip, that much is certain."
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Mark nodded solemnly at Merreck's words.  "We saw the bombing occur from space.  What did Mr Webb call the device they used?  A thermobaric weapon I think it was.  Low tech so it wouldn't be caught by scanners but most effective."

"I have noticed the shift in tactics with the pirates of late too.  I noted they offered to release you all unharmed.  I wonder if they meant it.  Why would they suddenly risk releasing people.  I doubt they grew a conscience."

"Still this change of tactics is favourable as are their old ones."

Flash sits in his chair looking very refreshed.  He remains quiet throughout the debriefing and his gaze flicks from one person to another as they speak.  When Mark comments on pirate tactics change the Duros shrugs.

"Maybe they've changed tactics, maybe it's just a ruse, who knows?  They lied about th'bomb, right?  Either way I suggest we just keep on reactin' to 'em like we always have been.  It's nice an' all for 'em t'say they'll let people go unharmed but let's face it, shootin' th'crap outta all those controls an' then calling in a Corvette...  My confidence ain't inspired enough to trust pirates t'keep their word."

Cor has remained very quiet through this exchange.  She sits in her chair as firmly and deeply as she can, nestled in it as if its presence gave her comfort.  The young woman keeps her gazes from the faces of the others for the most part, though Mark likely catches her staring at him in an unblinking, slightly unsettling manner through parts of his commentary.  Cor nods hesitantly as her duties and call-sign are given to her, making notes on a datapad as she does.

She doesn't comment on Darvin and Merreck's adventures, Flash's opinion or... well, anything really.  She simply sits, listens and waits.

There is a heavy sound of footsteps outside, a perfectly even beat that people might be getting familiar with now, and B2-CC9 looms into the room.  It seems to be very good at looming.  Perhaps it's been programmed for it.  Either way it stalks into the room looking a little different today.

In addition to its blaster rifle the droid also carries a holstered blaster pistol, a bandolier with a number of power packs attached and wears medium battle armour.  It looks bigger, chunkier and decidedly more nasty.

"Unit designated B2-CC9 reporting," it states, coming to a stop not far in the room and staring at Cor.  "The defences of the area have been secured, as best as is possible. B1-AE3 and B1-AE5 are situated in tactically sound positions and have been ordered to respond to incursions or obviously violent threats, as their programming allows."  It seems to straighten slightly.  "Awaiting further command."

As Cor nods minutely toward Mark the droid then turns sharply to stare at the commander, not bothering to repeat itself.  Unless the human has faulty audio receptors he would have heard just as well as anyone in the room.  CC9's voice isn't subtle.
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He listen to Marks and Flash's comments on the pirates, shrugging at their questions. There´s little doubt he´ll try to look into it again, later on at least.

Merreck see the droid, very much hear the droid, but doesn´t appear to understand why it´s there. He looks over at the Umbaran, Cor, with a questioning look, as if to ask what the droid is doing at their briefing.
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