After two months or so in the Merisee and Korad systems, and a few days R&R back on Merisee, the Marauder has dropped into hyper on the way to Coyn, where it'll spend the next month.  Beef has called a squadron briefing down in the hangar on F deck; it'll start shortly.

Beef comes out of the lift at 1153; and starts walking in his particular kind of lurch to the front of the hangar, where the sims are, your flight lockers, the chalkboard with the list of kills, and the list of those lost.

"If you're not early, you're LATE!" yells Beef, good naturedly, dressed simply in his Grays, meeting the eyes of those already here, like Yahn and Shadea.

Zinda skids into the room before checking her uniform-and hair-in the reflection of a nearby metal flight locker. "I'm not late, sir!" she says confidently. She smiles until she realizes that in her haste, her hat fell off. She squeaks, dashes out and returns with her hat. "I'm not late" she repeats, but more plaintively this time.

Arry stepped out of the shadow of her locker and went briefly to attention before their CO. "Good evening, Commander. I can assure you that we have been here quite early and thus, on time."

She moved to stand next to her bunkmate and leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Imperial officers do not squeak." She smiled slightly to take any sting out of her words before turning back to their CO.

"Are we on deck for another mission, sir?"

Zinda blushes. "I didn't squeak. I... yelped" she replies lamely. She brightens at the thought of another mission and comes to attention neatly.