Re: Part 13 - Mothessh
"You could have done better than that," Shard grumbles. The 'reccomendation' didn't help much at all. "We're all on the same side here, and you've a better idea of what you have - and what it does - than I do."
Suddenly irked by the neverending animosity between supply and field, she lays her forearms down on the table and leans forward. "Look, I know you have responsibility for all this stuff, and you have to keep it ready for whoever needs it. Because more people than just me and my group need it. I get that. I try to bring things back in good shape. I want to bring things back in good shape. Your goods are what we have to work with. The Rebellion needs it, and it needs it functional."
She waves a hand over her shoulder at the small knot of people behind her. "But sometimes the blaster bolts start flying, and I've got a hole in me, or one of them does, or maybe someone tosses a concussion grenade at us and it lands on someone's pack. Or maybe it's one of my friends dead. Void, it's a dirty business out there with a lot of people dying. So sometimes the gear comes back dinged up. And I know, that's something you're going to have to take time trying to fix for the next person what needs it, or maybe write off and struggle to scrounge up a replacement. Which stinks."
Drawing in a deep breath, Shard straightens. "And I'm sorry about that. I really am. And I'll do it again, because that's what me and my group do. We take that equipment you give us and we put it to cursed good use out there, trying to shut down that Empire we're all fighting. Without it, we'd be in deep." She draws a deep breath. "When I ask for a reccomendation, I'm hoping you'll give me something I can cursed well use, maybe something new, something that might come in handy on any mission. If you can't, fair enough. And I'm sorry for getting a little hot under the collar here, as well."
"Now, I'm going to go keep getting myself in shape." Irritated with her irritation, Shard flicks a two-fingered salute at Kedra. "Good luck, Kedra. Comm me sometime, or maybe we'll bump into each other." Clapping Rhijans on the shoulder, firing a nod at the dynamic duo of Juragga and Haarmon, she strides off down the hall.