Rynn wasn't all about Ceremonies, but he didn't complain. He knew others needed to celebrate victories to keep morale high. Thankfully people couldn't see him rolling his eyes under his suit.

He congratulated all the others on their promotions, but turned his mind to the future. "Lyla, You're the highest ranking, you want to be the one we can ask for a star fighter?" Rynn asked as they discussed what they wanted for their next mission. "An X-wing would be pretty great, as we wouldn't need to attach it to the Gold to jump to hyperdrive. It wouldn't be comfortable, but Jason and I can switch out who's piloting what."

"If we get a second ship, it'll open up what kind of missions our expanding group can do."

Once again, Lyla was just stunned to hear she was highest-ranking in the team. She was, wasn't she? 'You're asking me for an X-wing?' she repeated, wondering what Rynn was asking. 'Sure, good idea, but I'm gonna want a riding animal, like a bantha, dewback, or kybuck. They're great for getting around,' albeit slowly, 'And carrying loads, and they're quiet. Handy on a scouting expedition.' Flushed with success and alcohol, she was dreaming of what goodies she could claim for herself. Well, if they all got a vehicle of their own.... Besides, she wanted a pet.

Still, a practical mind bubbled out of the champagne, realising a bantha wouldn't take well to a small jump freighter or carry the whole team. She remembered something else. 'You know, those Imperials had a repulsorlift skiff they left somewhere outside Neskroff. We might want to claim that as well. It would save us from getting rentals.'

Whilst the celebrations went on and the crew of the Alabak's Gold was enjoying their time together the rest of the Rebel base return to its usual duties. The Audience Chamber was cleared and empty. In adjoining room the food and drinks was set out.

After the final course had been served a man in a flight suit rushed into the room, the man smiled flatly but did not apologise for their interruption. Rather he approached the taciturn Wookiee "Rekara has returned from Sedri, she's not making any sense. Her ship came screeching into the hangar, then she stumbled out and Mors Odrion isn't with her" he tried to explain just between the two of them.

"I'd recommend against a riding animal. Sure, it sounds fun now, but when the Gold stinks of bantha podu, you'll regret it." Tera quipped as she helped herself to another glass of some intoxicant.

Noticing the rather irate man interrupting the celebrations, Bron headed over to see if he could be of any assistance. "Mayhaps I could be of some assistance, You say someone has gone missing?"

Looking around the room for his Padawan, he sees her with drink in hand. Shaking his head he returns his attention to the pilot.
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'But, but as a follower of the Great Bantha, I'm duty-bound to spread the herd.' Lyla protested. Well, she couldn't say she wasn't wholly sympathetic to the Dim-U monks they'd met on Tatooine. 'You get a laser-sword, I get a bantha. Simple.'

"There will be no bantha on the Gold" intervened Klyn.
"Not even over my dead body."
Oglo's improvement, he had accepted and even admitted it was a good idea.
But there was no way he would allow something like that on the ship.

Jason can't help but grin at Lyla and Klyn's disagreement and he sits back with crossed arms to see how this will turn out. He doesn't really care if she wants to bring a Bantha, they're harmless enough. But he can understand Klyn not wanting such a creature on board. So he'll just see who comes out victorious here.

The technician looked at Bron. He nodded to the question but seemed unsure of whether to continue. He looked at the Wookiee seeing as Chu-Shkar didn't indicate that he shouldn't he continued he explained further, his voice clearer as he no longer felt obliged to only report to Chu-Shkar "Mors Odrion was investigating a rumour he heard on the Rebel spy network, tales of a new Imperial weapon called the Golden Sun. His ship has returned but only his aide Rekara was on board. She's only half sane and not making any sense. I was hoping that member of the Alliance diplomatic corps could help" he indicated Chu-Shkar.

Quantros had overheard bits and pieces of the conversation Between Lyla and Klyn, and tried not to get involved. However, his curiosity soon got the better of him. Quantros strolled over, ad decided to make contact. "Excuse me," he began. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help but overhear you talking about fighters and pilots earlier." He spoke in a thick Imperial accent. "May I inquire, do you need a pilot? I used to be an Ace a long time ago. My fighter was even custom built to be better than most." Judging by his looks, he couldn't be much older than twenty six, but he seemed genuine.

Lyla might have been arguing, but it was all a joke. She was too happy-drunk to take anything seriously right now. 'Fine, no bantha then... What about a kybuck? They're smaller.'

About to expound on the benefits of kybucks, which she'd first encountered on Felucia, she was interrupted by a newcomer, and a request. She supposed she ought to expect people clamouring to join the famed and successful Rebel squad under the great Sergeant Rahn. 'Sorry, mate, we already have two guys competing for the pilot post. How about you leave your name and number and if one of them bails or buys the farm, we'll call you, okay?'

"Ah, a pity." Quantros said, indifferently. "Though I doubt either of them are experienced Force Users Like I am, nor do they already possess a fighter of their own, fully capable of taking on any Imperial." Quantros was more interested in helping the rebellion as a whole than actually joining the squadron, but he did tend to gain some form of enjoyment by one-upping people. To some, it may seem cruel, but he viewed it as more of a practical joke of the mind. "Still, I'm confident you're more than capable of working with the assets you already have in your possession. Have a pleasant day." With that, Quantros began walking off.
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Lyla frowned; more so-called Force wizards? They didn't need any more street magicians.'We already have at least one, apparently, plus an X-wing... Sorry, better luck next time.' She was starting to feel bad for knocking people back, but small teams were more effective, and it wasn't even up to her, but Command.

Quantros stopped. So, one of the Jedi he met earlier was already on the squadron? He smirked, turning around. "Well in that case, maybe they'd be interested in helping a fellow Jedi reclaim his fighter."

Tera raised an eyebrow at Bron, before ignoring him.

"I'm a doctor, not a veterinarian, Lyla. If your pet falls sick, there isn't much I can do."

Klyn eyed the new guy with some suspicion, especially as he mentioned his 'powers' as a good reason to get priority over known and hard working lads.

He would trade a trickster with a good sensible pilot anytime, especially is said pilot has some skill in mechanics or computers.

"
Not certain we still have the X-wing, by the way.

And we don't have the space to create a barn, anyways" he added.

"But we should have a place for a proper sickbay." Tera countered.

Klyn nodded in agreement.
"Judging by how often we manage to get hurt, it's high in the required changes.
Just a bit below getting those weapons and the shields on the Gold"

"Sorry guys, I think something has just happened which needs my attention." she nodded to Quantos "The Wookie appears to need some assistance. Let's go see what's up" she said. She looked back at the group with a look which suggested that repairs to the Gold might be best done sooner rather than later.

"Uh can we talk to the survivor to find out what happened? I'm not a psychiatrist, but I might be able to help."

'How many different species do you treat anyway?' Lyla had wondered. There wasn't a lot of difference between many sentient races and non-sentient races; she'd met a kushiban once. Anyway, Isis wasn't an arable world; there were no livestock here, let alone banthas, dewies, and kybucks.



'We just reclaimed a fighter, funnily enough.' she recalled.

She looked up as Tera excused herself, but decided a Wookiee with a belly-ache was no concern of hers, and not worth interrupting her industrious feasting over. She didn't know what half this food was, and didn't really care so long as it tasted good, though she was glad to see they'd rustled up some Rylothan twi'lek fare, just for her. Hearty rycrit stew and munch-fungus bread, with a cool glass of izzy-mold! She downed the fizzy algae alcopop, and tried not to burp too loudly.

So, people wanted to work with them, be a part of the team, get close to the twi'lek hero. That was fine, but it wasn't the time to be asking Lyla. No one had yet done the sensible thing of offering her more good food or to stroke her tails, or both at the same time. She wanted to celebrate in pure sensory indulgence, before she threw herself back into the hotside-desert-hell. She ought to go back to that spa later...

Glad that someone had offered to take the responsibility of Rekara's welfare from his shoulder the technician's demeanour improved and his smile was more joyful "come this way then Corporal Inkari" the man led them toward the hangar and into a small office. Inside the office was Rekara, a bipedal amphipoid from Mon Calamari. She wore a blue jumpsuit and clutched a hunk of greenish rock. Another man had been attending her but at the arrival of Tera and the others their slipped away leaving the mad woman as their responsibility.

Chu-Shkar knew Rekara as the constant companion of Mors Odrion, serving with the Alliance diplomatic corps just like the Wookiee did. She was always bright and adventurous not crazed or mad.

Tera winked at Lyla before she left "Enough to know the dangers of playing with lekku." She laughed as she stepped away.

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Tera waited for a moment, before approaching the woman cautiously. "Hi Rekara. My name is Tera Inkari. I'm a friend of Chu-Shkar's and he thought you might need me to be here for a while. Can you tell us anything about what happened to you?" Tera's voice remained light and friendly as she tried to get more information. "We all want to know what happened so we can help you."

"I guess it all depends on what our next mission is going to be anyway, if we're sneaking into a Gammorean bachelor party, we might have no need for the X-wing. We don't know how long it might take for them to fix it.."

He looks over the newcomer and then shrugs.

"Your.. I mean our group sure attracts a certain type of people don't it?"

Finally, when Tera mentions the dangers of playing with Lekku, he can't help but look curiously at Lyla.

"You didn't forget to mention Lekku are poisonous or something did you?"

In nature, yellow can often be a sign of danger and poison, at least when it comes to certain frogs he once saw a show about. Maybe the same goes for twi'leks, though he suspects he would have heard about that before now. And while Lyla might seem formidable, perhaps even dangerous, poison doesn't seem her style.

Stunned by that question, Lyla stared at Jason for a long, long while, then finally burst into raucous laughter. 'Bahahaha! Lekku? Poisonous! Pahahaha! They've been called deadly weapons but... Ha ha ha!' Eventually she recovered, wiping a tear from her eye. 'Oh, goddess... What– what makes you think that? Dare I ask?'

Jason merely shrugs, he's the first one to admit that he doesn't know much about how non human physiology works. Besides, everyone is having too much of a good time to be bothered about such little things.

"Well Tera said they were dangerous.. And I remember once seeing this program that explained that in a tropical jungle, the creatures with the most bright colours tend to be poisonous. Admittedly they were talking about simple creatures, not sentient beings. But considering we're on a planet where everything seems to have a crystalline origin, I don't think the idea that some poisonous species evolved into a sentient bipedal form is out of the question. And your people do tend to be brightly coloured don't they?"

He's pretty sure he's seen Twi'leks in blue, green, and even once in red colours. And of course Lyla's own yellow colour also kinda fits the theory, even if it doesn't pan out.