Heigren shuffled into the room, a half-empty bottle of Corellian Whisky in his hands.  Having been able to drink during the sim he'd been able to get a head start on the others.

"Ho ho, it's the victorious Blue Team I see, minus their fearless leader.  Where are the Red Team?"

He adjusts his voice to that of the Chase 1 captain.  "This one think honourless enemy go commit Seppuku rather then face mighty victors."

He grabbed a plate of food and dropped into a chair.

Mika had been delayed, trying to find her favorite flavor of fizzy pop.  She had to settle for Manu flavor though.  Still, it wasn't bad.  Walking into the room, she catches Heigren's comment.  "Bless you.". She responds to the term seppuku.  "You should see Dohr about that cold."

She gives a nod to the rest.  "good job you guys.  Sorry we didn't give you a better run for you creds."

Heigren grins and changes his voice to that of the Freighter captain.  "Awww now.  Don't fret about that wee lassie.  Nah, have yourself a wee sip of my highland whiskey here."

He pours a generous shot into a glass then pushes it across the table to Mika.

Idaya walked in, looking as calm as ever. "Well flown, Blue Team", she complimented them and leaving it at that. She wanted to wait for Devon before making any comments on whether the scenario was unbalanced or not.

CC9 stalks in and stands wordlessly by a wall.

Fiarr nodded as Mika then Idaya walked in.

"So how were things on Red Team?  I must admit when I realised you guys had three corvettes I thought 'We are soooooo dead.'  Then when I remembered Idaya here was a corvette captain I thought 'We are soooooo totally completely absolutely dead!'  No idea how we survived that, especially flying old Headhunters."
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Dohr was the last to arrive into the debriefing room. He too had visited a refresher suited for his kind. Standing under a freezing cold shower, the Kel Dor had cleared his mind of the anxiety, excitement and confusion of the battle while taking in deep breaths of the Dorinian atmosphere. Like always the gas mixture had had an industrial, metallic ting to it. And like always Dohr had been somewhat surprised to taste it even after all these years as it had really been a long, long time since he'd last visited the homeworld. When fully relaxed, the former major of the Dorinian Armed Forces had gone through the short and hectic space battle in his mind. He had not been the commander this time, but he wondered if something could have been done differently. Should he have done something another way? Having very little experience of ship to ship battles it was really hard for him to say.

Stepping through the doorway to the room, Dohr was sure he would soon find out. He was actually looking forward to it. The day had been filled with a number of exercises and he had enjoyed it immensely, but the doctor knew it would and could not last. They were not here just for fun. Perhaps their assessment was now over and Dohr and Idaya would soon hear whether they would be accepted into the group of mercenaries or not. The Kel Dor gave everyone present a customary bow and limped to the refreshments table to grab a non-alcoholic drink.

Obviously he'd missed everything of the conversation before Fiarr's question and repeated the complements given by Idaya and Mika. "I would like to congratulate the Blue team on your victory. Clearly we were not on your level in this battle. But despite of that or perhaps due to it, I personally found the simulation so fascinating I completely forgot it was virtual and none of our crew members' lives were really in danger. I would like to think it was my excitement that made me shoot so poorly rather than my lack of skill…" The Doc was certainly smiling behind his mask and perhaps the others had already learned to recognize some of his expressions to see it too.

Dohr turned to bow to Fiarr. "We were overwhelmed by your superior skills, Fiarr. We fought as well as we could, but obviously that was not enough today. I can only hope the good people of the freighters along with their indecent, blabbering captains lived to see another day…" With the last remark the Kel Dor gave a theatrical and certainly exaggerated bow to Vyn.

Kyvarr snorted at Dohr's comments to Fiarr.  "Don't tell her that Sir.  She'll believe you actually mean that and we'll never hear the end of her bragging.  We'll end up needing a hoversled to carry her ego around."

Heigren grins and pours two more very large shots of whisky and hands one to Dohr and Idaya as well as one for anyone he'd missed or needed a refill.  The Kel Dor's he of course pours into an appropriate receptacle.  He ignores people who decline and hands them a drink anyway.  He decides not to offer CC9 one even though the whisky was probably strong enough to power his circuits.

"Well now we're all on the same team once more.  Personally I didn't know who to root for as I had a vested interest in both sides winning.  Lucky I wasn't running a pool!"

He raised his cup.  "Before Sola and Rian arrive to spoil our fun, I'd like to raise a toast to you all.  Some of us have only know each other a short time but we've already shown when the chips are down this group can open a serious can of whoop-ass.  I salute you all."

He drains his cup in one pull.

Mika catches a whiff of the brew that Heigren slides over and she quickly slides it further away from her, not back towards Heigren, just further away.  "No thanks, I'll stick with this."  She brandishes her fizz pop.

"Oh, I'm not that bad, am I?"  said Devon from the doorway, sounding mock hurt.  Ambling in, Devon helped himself to Mikas unwanted whiskey and joined in the toast without hesitation.

Swallowing, Devon regarded the whiskey bottle thoughtfully.
"Nice." he said.  "Not Whynn's Reserve, but very nice."

"Our fearless leader has arrived." Flash said sarcastically.  "Dohr was just telling us how there was no way Red Team could keep up with Blue Team's sheer overwhelming awsomeness.  Or something like that."

Dohr salutes Flash with his whisky. "Something like that."

An M4 droid floats in and projects an image of Cor into a nearby chair.  She's in a casual pose and a casual outfit drinking a casual drink.

"Yes," she agrees, "something like that.  Are we all present?"

Heigren looked around.  "I think we're all here.  Only you and R2-A9 are missing best I can tell."

"R2-A9 has returned to the ship," Cor says smoothly, "but is logged in and receiving feeds via CC9 if anyone feels the need to ask him anything."

Devon made a rude gesture in Flashs direction in response to his 'fearless leader' taunt before settling himself into a chair, and sipped appreciatively at his whiskey.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking.
"OK, lets get this over with.  So Blue team won, but how do people think the sim went?"

OOC:  ok so its hardly deathless prose, but I am too tired for more right now :)
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"I think it was pretty damn bad, our team. Got killed.". She raises a hand, palm outwards.  "Just here me out a second.  I'm not complaining about the quality of e sim or the battle.  I'm not even complaining that we got our butts kicked.  But at some point, I ink it's better to cut losses and live to fit another day then to keep taking a pounding until we're blasted to bits."

Fiarr raised an eyebrow at Mika's comment.  "So are you suggesting Red Team should have surrended?  Or retreated?"

Mika shrugs, "No, I'm not saying we should have retreated or surrendered, but I am suggesting that it should have been considered there towards the end.  And for all I know, Idaya did consider it though it certainly wasn't apparent to me if she did."

"I'm confused Kimy.  If you don't think Red Team should have retreated or surrendered then how would you of 'cut losses'?  What would you have done if in command?"

"While I am interested in the answer to that as well, and it may help to hear how Kimy would have dealt with it, her performance was not under direct review."  Cor turns to nod her head at each of the potential recruits in turn.  "I would suggest, Commander, that we may wish to ask a different question: namely, how Idaya thinks the simulation went - from Red Team's viewpoint, of course - in respect of the sim's difficulty, the team's performance and her own command."

"Of course."  Fiarr replied.  "I was just interested in her thoughts as she was on the bridge and I wasn't"

Mika let's out a long breath.  "Let me try again.  I'm not saying staying to fight was the right decision and I'm not saying that retreat or surrender was the right decision.  What I'm saying is that it should be an option that's considered and I'm curious if Idaya gave it due consideration.  Had I been in command and it had been real, I probably would either fall back for repairs or maybe retreat."

Sheila came out of her funk to listen, having retrieved a second and third ale and a couple of sandwiches with chips.  As far as she was concerned, the corvettes should have won.  On the other hand, she'd seen the Talons win things they shouldn't have. So she did want to hear what was going on inside the corvettes.