The Myrm's mess hall was _tiny_; almost as though it was forgotten until the outfitting of the ship, not ever really included in the design.  It might fit 16 or so people at a time, though technically it was rated for nearly double that.  Starboard side is all 'cons' - the constitutors for food, cutlery, bowls, etc., as well as the systems that break those down to be re-used.  Don't think about it too much, it's gross.

Whenever you walk in there, there's a few other people - as there would be at literally any hour of day or night - but no ISB, yet...

Zinda enters the Mess Hall and gets herself a quick snack and a drink of juice. No need to be nervous on an empty stomach, that can only lead to trouble. She eats quickly, as there isn't much time before her scheduled meeting.

Iris not so much walks into the mess hall as she does slink, almost a shadow in her ISB Blacks, a somehow deeper shade of black that allegedly only they have.

She acknowledges the two poor I-1 recruits that had wandered in for a snack, and gives a curt nod of dismissal to LTGJ Burk, who is in...Operations/Droid, if your memory serves.  She seems quiet, but also a little out-of-sorts in her grubby service overalls.

"OK, at ease, have a seat."  She sits, somewhat...carefully.  "I would like to hear from you directly about your experience just now, outside the Myrmidon.  I will of course be reading your report, but I want also to hear you speak on it.  As you know, I took a ride with Lt. Rourke, so I have seen - or not seen - what was there."

"LtJG Seshani, why don't you start?" Iris sets her data pad on the table, but looks right into your eyes with the dark orbs of her almond-shaped eyes...

Zinda swallows nervously. At least Iris ought to understand the difficulties of being a woman in the Imperial Navy, so that's one difficult out of the way. Her meal didn't seem to be sitting well with her. She sits down, holding herself stiffly and formally. "Um, there was a sudden impact like something had hit the ship, and we were ordered to scramble. I launched, but although I'd reacted quickly there were no visible enemies. I ran a standard patrol route and inspected the ship for damage, ma'am."

"Hmm.  And where were you, would you say, when you hear the call to scramble?  How did you end up being..." [checks datapad] "second to launch?"

"The Lieutenant Commander had called a meeting to brief us on the situation in the system we were entering... the impact occurred during the meeting. He ordered us to scramble immediately. As for why I was the second, I can only say I've always been fast, ma'am". Zinda's mind was filled with all kinds of schemes that could underlie the questions, but it left her feeling more like the farmgirl from Argai than the confident pilot.

Arry found the food served in the galley to be rather unpalatable and disagreeable to her stomach but there were some things she had trained herself to enjoy amongst the various foods humans enjoyed. Bantha burgers came to mind, so she ordered one along with a dessert the humans called "chocolate cake" which she had become very fond of. She sat down next to her bunkmate and had just tucked in when the ISB officer entered the mess hall, so she pushed her meal back, stood and came to attention until she was told to stand down. She waited for the officer to sit before taking her seat but waited until she was given the go-ahead to begin eating again.

Kenth had found himself a seat at the table and listened. He felt for Zinda, being the one chosen to go first had to be nerve racking. Otherwise he quietly waited for the the Lieutenant's questioning to turn to him.

It didn't take long, as after a few notations, Iris's dark brown eyes slowly rested on yours.  "And you were at this meeting as well?  What was your experience after launching?  You were first out, I see, and so too wonder if you're just even faster than Lieutenant Junior Grade Sashani, or you came ready to launch?" She smiles a very tight lipped, barely-the-corners smile, while not conveying any of that smile with her eyes...

Well that didn't take long. was about the extents of his thoughts as the lieutenant turned her attention to him. He calmed himself before speaking, no need of letting her get to him.

"Yes Ma'am, LCDR Huffington had started his briefing on what our assignments were for the Coyn system and what was to be expected during our time there. After we launched I noticed the Tie fighters limited sensors were picking up traces of a recent hyperspace jump and something that was causing what appeared to be a cloudiness on the sensors." And there it was that insinuating comment and stare. "As for being the first to launch, I wouldn't say I was any faster. It is a standing order that when on duty we are to be ready to launch at a moments notice, so yes I suppose I came ready to launch, as we always should be. So once I extricated myself from the toppled chairs training simply took over. The fact that I launched before Lt. Seshani was chance and only a matter of a second or two at most."

"Perhaps a second or two, though the launch clock will show more, I believe.  But aside from that, you were markedly faster than others.  Still, I'd like to hear your first impressions of the post-launch environment, your sensor methodology, and your ideas about this 'cloudiness'?"


OCC: please let me know in PM if this scene is giving you PTSD or you just generally hate it, lol.  I think it's got a few more posts but I won't draw it out (unless you love it ofc!)
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Zinda looks slightly stung when Iris indicates that Kenth might be faster than her. She listens, trying to uncover what Lieutenant Xiaomei is seeking to uncover

OOC: I'm okay with it keeping going.

Kenth couldn't tell what the lady was after. In his mind it didn't matter who launched first, they were all so close together it wouldn't have mattered. As for his sensor methodology there was much of such with a Tie. "I'm not sure what more I can offer. I'm sure as you know from my file that I was originally a deck technician until I was transferred. There are not many things I know of that could trigger the fail safes on a hyperdrive and cause a ship to drop to normal space. The hyperspace jump signature of whatever other ship had been in the area wouldn't have caused it. It is possible someone was testing some sort of gravity mine or possibly something similar that would cause a mass shadow strong enough to affect hyperspace. Which could have left some sort of residual energy cloud behind that caused the cloudiness on sensors. But I am not a scientist, so it is only my personal speculations at the moment. I'm sure once the techs have gathered samples and turned over to science department officials that hey will have a far better idea than I."

He had to stop himself his scientific nerdy side was getting out of hand. Hopefully he hadn't dug himself in too deep.

Her face was expressionless; she made some notes, tapped a few times on her datapad, but look at no-one but you as you spoke.  "You're sure.  Hmm." Then she turned her gaze to Arry.

"Well, Ms. - - Lieutenant Junior Grade, you were comparatively late to the launch party.  Any reason why you weren't quicker?  And once launched, bring me through your particular ... sense's story of what you noticed?"

Arry returned the stare, red eyes boring into the drab, human eyes of the woman across from her. "Well, ma'am-I didn't actually launch. I was almost taken off my feet but our sudden drop out of hyperspace and by the time I had recovered the rest of the squadron had already begun making their way to their fighters. The CO told me I could stay at station with him and get an idea of the idea side of things as well as make sure that I could catch anything that could be missed in the hectic aftermath of our drop and the launch of the two fighters."

She took a sip of water and returned her attention to the ISB officer. "So that is what I did. I manned internal systems with the squadron CO but remained ready to launch at a moment's notice. Sadly it appeared that whatever had caused our drop into real space was already gone."

Iris checks her notes, and as much to herself as anyone says "Hmm.  Interesting."  Then she looks back at you "Already gone.  Well.  All-right, I appreciate your all taking some time to speak with me.  You are dismissed."  Of course, because of the configuration of the mess hall, she has to stand & leave first, which she does, leaving you alone in the mess hall, though there are a pair of enlisted waiting in the narrow hall to get in & get some grub.

OCC:  You're welcome to extend your presence and conversations here as long as you like.  I'll open up a new thread later today.

Zinda grabs a glass of water and chugs it. "Well, that was nerve-wracking. Any idea of what she was looking for? I kept feeling like I was saying the wrong things." She stretches for a few moments. "Phew, already arriving in system and I feel like I need leave already."

Kenth watched the ISB Lieutenant leave. Hopefully he hadn't made things worse for himself. He shrugged at Zinda's comment "I wish I knew and I'm not sure anyone can say the right thing when it comes to ISB. But it's over for now."

A young man pokes his head in the mess hall.  "All clear? You're done in here?" he says, in curiously plain accent.  He's got the pips of a Lt. JG, just like you, though you don't recognize him.  Must be Navy, though, because he just doesn't look like an Imperial Marine.  Probably the uniform, but also the demeanor and bearing, if the last few weeks has taught you anything.

"Yeah, I wish so, but it's ISB. We'll be docking our ships, and boom! Convicted of aggravated cloud-flying. Or something."
"Hiya!" Zinda sings out to the newcomer, smiling warmly. "Yeah, we're done, come in and have a bite to eat. Although having all the food just for the three of us could have been delicous. Are you new?"

Nope.  Just never crossed paths.  I'm Herand, but you can call me Bert.  I'm in shields, engineering division.  You're all the flyboys?  With apologies, ma'ams." he adds hastily.  "Was one of you the one that rammed the missile?"

"Nice to meeetcha, Bert. Well, we want you to keep doing good work, if the shields have trouble we all have trouble." Zinda offers her hand. "Well, I'm not a boy, but you're partially right. All three of us are pilots, the best around."
She points at Arry. "It was Arry who rammed the missile. She's our resident hero. I'm just the one with the jokes."

Arry kept silent until the ISB officer left the mess hall then returned to her food. "I think the ISB is very interested in something that could pull us out of hyperspace. As far as I know the Rebellion never captured or developed something similar to an Interdictor so..." She trailed off and took another drink before looking at the newcomer.

"Hardly a hero-just an Imperial pilot doing her duty for the Emperor but, yes, I did ram the missile."

Zinda frowned. "If it's not the Rebellion, what does that leave? I mean, it's not like the empire..." she trailed off. Actually, rival Moffs weren't above sabotaging each other... leaving an interdictor... well, they wouldn't go that far. Would they? It was more high-level scheming than a farmgirl like Zinda could understand.

"Arry's being modest. She saved lives that day." Zinda says, proud of her friend.

"Well, it was pretty amazing.  We all watched it a buncha times.  Ida figured that right for a medal, but it's gonna be a while before I make those kinda calls.  Still, glad to be here on this ship.   Glad too we got an ISB officer.  She seems serious & that means we're serious."