Lyla listened on as the conversation swept past her. She was bemused to hear of the wookiee being described as a soothing presence; well, he was literally a gigantic teddy bear, but she figured the claws and fangs would be rather offputting. She tried to balance the various views and the needs of the mission and of Rekara, but when the robed weirdoes came to dominate the conversation and over Tera, she grew increasingly annoyed, her hangover turning into a full-blown tail-ache. She remembered the Goddess's teachings, to ride the storm rather than try to defeat it, the twi'lek habit of not taking a stand. But things went on and on, and she realised being in command meant taking a stand on issues. And she was too stubborn for the old virtues anyway.

Finally, she raised her voice over the argument. 'Enough! When the Force or your feelings gets a medical degree and sits down here and talks, then we'll consider them. Until then, mystical guff has no place in a mission briefing or patient care-plan. Leave your religion at the door; I did.' She didn't believe in this Force, but Tera did now, it seemed, so Lyla would accept that. It concerned her, but Tera had a good head on her. Suddenly they'd been swamped by Jedi wannabes trying to take over. Why Jedi, those arrogant old warrior monks? Why couldn't the Dim-U be the hot new religion of the Galaxy? Banthas you could depend on.

'And Tera doesn't have to be your Jedi padawan – either of you. If there is a Force, then there are other ways. She can be a Dathomiri Witch or a priestess of the Nine-Tailed Goddess or of the Great Bantha, or some new kind of Force healer, whatever she wants. But right now, she's a doctor, and it's her opinion only I'm taking to Commander Tallon.'

Lyla grimaced at her headache, rubbing the base of her right tail. She sipped some water to moisten her mouth. She hated to say it, but she still saw benefits in bringing Rekara along, and had to present the arguments Tallon would, playing Devaronian's advocate. 'What Rekara needs is a fancy mental hospital on Mon Cala or Coruscant. That's not an option. Neskroff Base can't offer anything near that.'
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Tera sighed, still wondering why anyone thought it could possibly be a good idea to have Rekara join the crew. "Lyla, my medical advice is to leave her here. They might not have much here, but what they do have is distance from whatever caused her to be like this. Taking her back to the source of her condition cannot end well....but if she must come with us, she should be made as comfortable as possible. I'd recommend sedation and an environment around her that reminds her of where she grew up, moisture content, noise. Anything that would make her feel at ease and at peace."

'The Alabak's Gold is a Mon Calamari ship. The environmental controls are still in place. We can flood one of the cabins, redecorate it, put up some seashells, make her feel at home. She never has to leave.' Lyla proposed thoughtfully, hoping that would do for Rekara's comfort and state of mind. 'Alright, I'll find Tallon and tell him your concerns. Hopefully he'll change his mind. If not, well, we can be prepared and keep her comfortable.'
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Bron does not let his emotions show, when Lyla blatantly disrespects him and his 'hokey religion'. Not even looking in Lyla's direction he continues talking to Tera saying "I value your professional opinion, and if you feel she is better left here I will stand behind you padawan. But I ask that you search your feelings on this decision before committing to it."

Closing his eyes Bron takes a moment to search his own feelings about what to do with the Mon Calamari woman.


OCC: 23:40, Today: Bron Tolgo rolled 27 using 1d20+13 with rolls of 14.  Use the Force: Search Your Feelings.

Tera shook her head "No, Bron. My recommendation has to be for her as a health care professional and completely unrelated to the Force. I don't care if the Force thinks we need to have her along. I want what is in her best interest. Whatever trauma has caused her current condition, it's not a good idea to reintroduce her to it until she's had some time to heal and come to terms with it."

"Everything is related to the Force, Tera. You'll understand that soon enough, or you will fail as a Jedi." Quantros began noticing a common theme in the people he interacted with. He knew something had to be done. This in mind, he pulls Bron aside. "I need to speak with you. Privately."
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Bron looks to Quantros, nodding he excuses himself from the others and follows Quantros to a secluded area.

Looking to the Jedi, Bron speaks in hushed whispers

Klyn looked pretty tired as he arrived at the meeting.
After his little talk with Jason, he couldn't get his ideas out of his mind so he walked toward the Gold and began his work.

Getting the shield upgrade was pretty easy but there was still some hesitations regarding the canons.  For the moment he upgraded one of the twin to make a quadrilaser and linked the last twin set to the cockpit.  With three people on the blasters, they should manage to at least hold the enemies down.

The best shooter at the quad while the two others mostly did 'distracting' shots to keep potential enemies at bay.


OOC: this could still be changed, but it seemed quite a few people had some skills with those weapons.

At the meeting he had trouble keeping awake but as the exchange heated, he noticed that the 'trickster' and the 'odd guy' were going to go with them... first bad news.
To add to that annoying fact, they were trying to manipulate Tera and going against Lyla, or at least not seeing her as the one in command.

"Lyla, this might be a bit complicated to do" he said when she talked about the modifications the Gold.

Seeing the two 'Jedi' moving in a corner and whispering he frowned and said to Tera and Lyla.  "Do we really have to get those two?  I really dislike people who think they know better just because of some title... and while that Bron fellows appears nice enough, the Quandro one is really getting on my nerves, especially as he can't stop criticize you two."
He knew all this Force talk was way out of his area of expertise - and his confort zone too - but he valued Tera's and Lyla's opinion infinitely more than whatever those two could say.  Jason, and Rynn, on the other hand, had largely proved themselves in his eyes.

"On another subject, do you think you could requisite T3 for this mission? I miss the little lad..."he asked Lyla
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Quantros sighed, calming his mind.  Quantros put a hand to his mouth, thoughtfully.

Nodding along as Quantros speaks, he interjects here and there


Taking a moment to think, Bron opens his mouth again

Taking a deep breath, Bron sheds a single tear as he talks.

Quantros sighs again. This time, more remorsefully.  He shakes his head slowly.

Bron looks at Quantros before sighing and nodding

Quantros taps his head thoughtfully.

Tera looked apologetic as she talked to Klyn.

"I don't know about Quantros, but this lightsaber stuff? Bron knows what he's doing with one... and they're fantastically useful devices. They both have weird ideas, but what they talk about is real...to me at least. I realise it might seem like they are talking about something intangible, but to me it's not....you might see more benefit with time after I've had some training. I'm inclined to give Quantros a bit more leeway. the guys been stuck in a block of carbonite for millenia. I think he'll come around, it's just he's from a different time where it's obvious he was one of the ones in charge. I think once he realises that Jedi as a religion and people who can feel the Force are almost completely gone and certianly not in charge, he'll get better."

There was a time and a place for the dramatic. In the briefing room with all the team was not the place. When Chu-Shkar vented at the commander the response from Tallon dispassionate "Chu-Shkar report to my office" the old commander gave Lyla a passing glance when he strode out of the room expecting order to be restored.

At the hangar Klyn began his work. The workshop was well equipped, there were many technicians and work droids on hand to help. One droid was missing, the eccentric but versatile droid T3-M8 had returned to the service of his old master the commander Tallon. This did not prevent the quick and efficient work of the Alabak's Gold's pilot and mechanic. The shields from the ISV Wanderer were installed and modifications to the weapons arrays were started, upgrading the top deck cannon and fitting a pilot controlled cannon beneath the central cockpit of the turtle-shaped jumpship.

At commander Adar Tallon's office the commander was sat with Rekara when the Wookiee walked in. Tallon directed Chu-Shkar to sit and began his explanation "Rekara has made it clear she wishes to return to Sedri."

"We must stop the crying" the Mon Calamari added, her words still made little sense but her mind seemed rational.

At this point Lyla interrupted as she came to discuss the matter.

The commander directed Lyla to another seat and then continued.

"Our intel is that the planet is crawling with Imperials"

"Swimming. Not crawling. Sedri is all oceans, no land at all."

"As you can see she is recovering and can provide you with valuable information. I'd like to you stay with her" he ordered Chu-Shkar and looked at Lyla "I expect you to look after these two and do what must be done. You're proven yourself dependable sergeant Rahn. The Alliance needs people like you."

Chu-Shkar was stunned at Rekara's improvements. [Language unknown: "Ain ill nte Refoom? Fimooniv liwhi st anno wainetng sonicared ar seiour."] He asked in a subdued manner.

Finishing his conversation with Quantros, Bron excuses himself from the room and heads back towards the quartermaster, this time with the approval he needs to obtain the items for the mission.

Upon reaching the quartermaster he smiles and shows the data pad with Commander Tallon's approval. Bron asks for a variety of items, including but not limited to the aquata breathers.

The greenish rock cradled in her hands there was still something out there which disturbed her. She nodded to Chu-Shkar "sad, it is sad. We must rescue poor Odrion" despite her sadness and her cryptic words her reply was plain and reasoned.

Lyla sighed. Her first mission in command, and it already felt like it was falling apart. Well, she was sergeant, dealing with people was her job now. 'Maybe they don't realise, maybe they don't intend it. But they just come off as so patronising. I guess they've never been out of the temple before or something. Sheltered.' Wait, frozen in carbonite? Really? 'Anyway, Command wants them to tag along, for us to show these newbies the ropes. We're a popular, successful unit. So we'll give them a chance. We can always push them out on Tatooine if they don't work out.'

She regarded Tera, wondering at her new belief in the Force. They hadn't known each other long actually, maybe she'd always believed in it. But Bron and now Quantros seemed to be having an influence on her friend, and she didn't like it. 'I just don't like them pressuring you like that. All that "search your feelings until you change your mind and agree with me" pudu, using your faith against you. It's manipulative. I disagreed with you on Rekara, but I took your word for it. I wouldn't pull that.'

'I know I don't understand this Force stuff. But you're interested in it, you believe in it, and I support that. I just want you to find and choose your own path, sis. I won't let them push you.' she promised her friend.



'I think they've got him on other duties now.' Lyla said sadly. 'Another astromech would be very useful, but the water will be a problem on this mission. I'll ask.'

Seeing Tallon looked at her before heading out with Chu-Shkar, Lyla excused herself from Tera and Klyn 'Excuse me, I think that's my cue.' She raised her voice over the briefing room. 'Alright, boys and girls and others, no squabbling until I get back.'

*



Entering Tallon's office, Lyla was surprised to see Rekara there, having not yet met the Mon Calamari. Reports of her mental state seemed to have been exaggerated, or else she had made a significant improvement. She was still odd though, and remained a concern. Lyla sat, listening and catching up. 'The Alliance does, sir. Thank you. I'll do my best.' she promised, though maybe she'd had a different meaning to what Tallon had intended.

She looked from Tallon to Rekara, speaking carefully 'Are you sure you want to come along? My medic believes returning to Sedri could be... upsetting for you. You'll be more comfortable staying here in Neskroff, relaxing.'

Turning to Commander Tallon he says, [Language unknown: "Kor I ur o e oreoulandsta ch she Tinhiseauast Of e tr t utho witortres Lesis Venhatere. Liliit p evear ardil undvirone arilil Dinout'antnte oneardtha, beossa po p evead ilseat."]