Jamie stopped walking as he recognized a calculated, diplomatic tongue behind him.    He turned around and spoke to Cyril.  "Administrative Communications?  What eaxactly do they do?"
Jamie tilted his head and riased one eyebrow quizzically.
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Xil nods his head slowly as Cyril speaks. "I don't think we were supposed to win that one.  Headhunters were designed to be atmospheric fighters, adapted to space combat.  The TIE fighter though, was designed primarily for space combat.  I think we surprised the brass."

Xil looked around at the emerging pilots.  "I am Exilim Nallis.  I kill Imperials.  Whether in space, but preferably with my rifle with a shot in the head."

Zenna stepped out of her simpod. She had a look of concern on her face as she looked around the room. She took the nearest exit and began to walk down the corridor. She asked the first crewmember she found for directions to the refresher and the messhall. The young woman was tired and hungry.

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Once at the messhall, Zenna found a table and began eating.

Neeva nodded politely to those who introduced themselves, then she headed out of the room, following the directions she'd been given to the mess hall.

Once there, she moved immediately to the autochef, grabbed a tray, and began covering it with large quantities of food and drink.  Looking for a place to sit, the Twi'lek noticed Zenna.

Neeva moved over to Zenna's end of the cafeteria.  "Mind if I join you?"

The young woman wiped the corners of her mouth before she replied. "Sure. I don't think the food is very good, but then I haven't eaten for." she looked at her chronometer, "eight hours. You'd figure that they'd have some supplies on the shuttles. But mine was all out."

Zenna watched Neeva's headtails as she introduced herself. "Zenna, Grey 6."

Neeva was an attractive young Twi-lek in a pilot's outfit that looked more like the kind of uniform an exotic dancer might where while performing.  The Twi-lek certainly had the right kind of build for such an outfit.

She sat down opposite Zenna with an unhappy reappraisal of the food stacked on her tray.  "I think I've got you beat.  It's past breakfast time where I came from: I haven't eaten in a little over twelve hours.  I'm just wondering how long it will take before my mouth realizes the food is no good."

Neeva took a drink of reconstituted juice, then put down her glass.  "I'm Neeva, Grey seven, the one that gave the Simtech a lap dance so he'd alter the program to let us win, and let me get the most kills."  If she was bluffing she was a damn good bluffer.

Neeva took a bite of food and let out a soft "yummy" moan.  "Not as bad as you'd think by the look of it."

Neeva quieted down, chewing her food and studying Zenna, not sure how much conversation the human woman wanted.

Cyril laughed as Officer Webb raised his eyebrow. He had gotten the response he was looking for. "If I had a credit for every time I got asked that question," he began, giving a hearty laugh once again. "But seriously, it's just a fancy term for us who have 'the critical task of facilitating communications between HQ and it's deployed forces'", he says in a less-than-serious tone, obviously mocking whichever superior actually said that. "Haha, in reality, we're either at our desks typing documents on a datapad, or relaying messages over subspace for top brass - and that 'job', if you can call it that, means this is the first time I've left HQ in over two standard months!"

Cyril let his laughter die down, as if the joke was over, and finished, "I guess it's fortunate I finished basic flight training at HQ, and my collegues didn't. Perhaps this transfer means I'll be filling in as the Squadron's Comm Officer, unless Captain Jax already has that position."



"It's a rare honor to meet a real sniper, Exilim. I've heard of stories about some riflemen taking on entire squads of bucketheads by themselves. Were you one of those?"

Turning to the inquisitive Flight Officer, he says, "Officer Webb, was it? The guy who went 'woohoo' or something when you died?" Cyril ends, smiling.

"Maybe the ladies have the right idea. A meal sounds good right now, but I'm curious to see the other pilots."

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"I did, what I call, freelance work before joining the rebellion.  I think I have a better chance of doing damage to the Empire by joining this insurection.  Plus, they pay me to do what I do."

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OCC: Sorry it took me s long to post but my pc died on me on wednesday.

Nirro exits the sim. He leans back puts his arms above his head and stretches till his back cracks.  That was good! Hi guys, Grey 9 here. After listening to the chit chat he heads to the messhall to get a meal. After getting his food he walks over to the table where his two female squadmates were eating This seat taken? he asked as he sits. After etaking a couple bites he looks at the ladies So, what did you really think about the sim?

Jamie seems satisfied with Cyril's answer.  "Sounds like a fun job..."
"Correct...I was blasted into oblivion in the blink of an eye!  That was dramatic, but I meant the flying was fun, not the dying...I'll see you guys at the mess hall."
Jamie leaves the simulator room again to change into more comfortable clothes.
A few minutes later, he arrives at the mess hall.  After grabbing a pile of nutritous autochef-grub, he sits about two seats away from the others.
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Xil acknowledges the other pilots, turns around and heads for the mess hall.  He serves himself some food and walks over to the table near the other pilots.  He sort of drops his tray on the table, slumps down in the chair and hungrily consumes his food without initiating any conversation.

Zenna took the time to watch the man chew his food. Finally she stated, "It was more than I expected to be honest."

The young woman shot the question back at the man, "So Grey 9, you got a name? And while you're at it, what did you think of the sim?"

Christian enters teh mess hall, out of his flightsuit, and wearing black pants and boots, and a grey, sleeveless shirt.  On his upper left arm/shoulder, tehre is a tattoo.

Christian, though out of uniform, still looks ill at ease.  He notices the two woman from the sim, and a man, also from the sim.  Christian grabs a light meal and aproaches the table with a half smile and a nod.  He sits on a table next to the others and begins eating.

Neeva was obviously curious about Zeena's assessment of the SIM, but the human woman obviously didn't want to say much.  Neeva decided to let the question go unanswered.  She turned her attention back to Grey 9, interested in what he might say.

Nirro smiles widely, Yeah I got a name. The sim was difficult, A lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I dont think I shot down even one Tie! But I guess thats how it goes in this crazy world. He continues to eat, By the way my name is Nirro, Nirro Savin. What's yours.

"Sure, see you around then," Cyril says as the two men head off to the mess hall. He waits a moment or two for the rest of the Greys to exit their simulators, before approaching the simtech and asking him where he might find the Commander.

"I'm Neeva, and this is Zenna," the Twi'lek offered, seeing that Zenna had a mouthful.

"And if I were you, I wouldn't worry too much about kills: it was just one SIM.  I got more kills than anyone else, but I can tell you right now that I'm not the best pilot in the group.  Besides, this was just a SIM, people perform differently when it's real."

Neeva took a sip of her juice.  "And anyway, I don't think the SIM was about shooting down TIEs."

Neeva left her thought unfinished.  She shovelled more food into her mouth and chewed with relish.
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Jamie turned to the pilots who were talking about the simulator.
"SIMs are very much like real combat, I'll tell you.  But there was much more to it...My name's Jamie Webb."

Christian, not looking over his shoulder, speaks to the group of three at the table behind him.

"Teamwork.

Christian takes a drink, a looks at the twelik.

"The SIM today was a measure of our abilities to work together as a team.  We were outnumbered and outclassed, but it shows us that teamwork is as important as the ships we fly."

Ashlyn laughs at Christian's words, nearly spilling his drink.  He'd been quiet up until this point, follwoing the others quietly.  He was clearly stewing over something as he looked positively unimpressed since he'd left the simulator.

"Teamwork?  Is that what you call your actions today out there?  First you flew off by yourself and then you imagine yourself a flight leader and issue a bunch of stupid orders that nobody is dumb enough to follow.  If teamwrok was the goal then you failed miserably out there."

Christian looks at Ashlyn with a neutral tone.  "Leadership is something that has to be earnt.  This exercise was to see how we work together..and, from memory, I wasn't alone out there.  "

He looks at Ashlyn, his eyes meeting his, and his voice even and sure.  "My orders were not stupid..perhaps to someone as narrow in mind and vission as you, but there are some here who have had tactical experience.  I was open to other members orders and suggestions, as I had hoped they were open to mine."

Christian looked at the twelik, with a nod.  "Our twelik friend here has earnt my respect, as she proved she has a tactical mind, which is important in a team.  You, however, Hold nothing with me.  Calling others tactics and suggestions 'Stupid' and 'dumb' is not a sure way of earning respect or leadership."

Christian offers his hand to the twelik.  "My name is Christian, a soldier and a weapon specialist.  If you lead this group, I will follow and respect your judgement and decision."

Neeva was just finishing another mouthful.  She scooped up more food in her spoon, then thought better of it.

She turned to Ashlyn, her tone gentle and easy-going.  "Where are my manners?  I don't think you two have been introduced yet. Laughing Guy, this is Christian," Neeva said, introducing Christian to Ashlyn.  "Christian, this is Laughing Guy," she continued with the introducing.

"I'm Neeva, this here is Zenna, he's Jamie, and Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome is Nirro."  Neeva intentionally used first names, despite military protocol.

The attractive young Twi'lek turned back to Ashlyn.  "Now, where were we?  Oh ya, I remember, we were just trying to have a relaxing breakfast.  Would you care to join us?"  Neeva's smile seemed genuine enough, and the sarcasm was gentle rather than sharp: a kindly reproof rather than a sharp counter attack.
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Jamie watched in silent respect as the Twi'lek used kind words to cool a hot situation.  Throwing insults at teammates was childish and neither a good way to build a good professional relationship nor fitting for an officer of the Rebel Alliance.
He began to chew on another mouthful of "good for you" mush.

Nirro sits in silence as the two hotshots start bickering. He smiles at Neeva's compliment and waits for everyone to finish. Look guys we all went out there, we all flew and did our best. The mission was a success especially under the conditions. Who cares  whopse orders were stupid or smart the point is we did it. We took some casualties but all in all  it went well. So there is no need to act like a  Rancor with a toothache.