Strike Force: Shantipole
Lyla pointed to the waiting T3 droid; after all their missions, there was one astromech she'd trust above all other astromechs. 'Can we have T3-Mate back?' she made her final request to Tallon.
And: "May the Force be with you?" Why do people keep saying that? What did it even mean? Between obstructive and stubborn Jedi and only intermittently helpful corals, she still wasn't so sure this Force thing was a good thing to have with them. Life made so much more sense without it. 'Oh, maybe we'll get lucky. Goodbye, Commander. We'll bring back those starfighters.' She slid off Tallon's desk and led the team out the door. And away, to glory, or something.
'Ell Arr, you mean – oh, right.' she answered Rynn, remembering her new rank. 'Ugh, suits, again. Let's all get them, just in case we need to go outside and push... Mmm, and a helmet that fits my head...'
She clapped a hand on Chu-Shkar's furry back. 'Don't worry, Chu. We'll get you your blowfly.'
She thought about changing blaster rifles. She missed her old DC-15a, lost in an Imperial evidence vault somewhere, but the new SG-4 had been rather satisfying first time out of the box, compact and versatile.
OOC: Knowledge checks:
18:49, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 11 using 1d20+9. life sciences.
18:49, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 24 using 1d20+9. galactic lore.