Star Wars: Rebel Squad RP

Vrill walked in, eying the Lepi with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"Your have kids!? You gotta be kidding me. Is there some other place we can stay?"

Twig's expression grew closer and closer to the infamous Gamorrean outrage. He didn't sign up to risk kids in this war.

"What's wrong???" Roj asked timidly, backing away nervously from the big Gammorrean.

"I knew something like this would happen." the Lepi wife said shrilly and smugly.

"Why don't you and your little squad go see Rowan the Hutt? He can get you a ship and then you can leave." the Lepi wife told the team.

Taking an effort to keep his voice steady,

"Thank you, Ma'am. Sir, I appreciate your good intentions, but you should listen to your wife more. Grimgrim, let's waste no more time here. It is my -formal suggestion- that we locate the Hutt and get-" concious of the presence of youngsters, Twig forces his swear down, "-out of this planet."

It speaks of a large amount of respect and discipline that Twig would still obey Grimgrim's command rather than simply turns and walk away despite his conscience being so offended.

Vrill cursed. A hutt Just what we needed.

"Can we trust Rowan?"

Despite the team's efforts, Rowan ultimately could not be located. Thus Grimgrim was forced to call in a Rebel evac ship from the closest system. It took a few days for the ship to get there so the team was forced to entertain itself in town. After they'd left, the Quarren all thanked the team profusely for liberating them

Dowmeia was now in the care of the Organa family. Speaking of the Organa's, the team was currently assembled in their house. Bail was addressing them, accompanied by his loyal Shistavanen bodyguard Nog Slurrn XXVII. The Shistavanen was a tough cookiee and he eyed the team with suspiscion.

"I have the details of your next assignment. A rebel battallion has been crippled and is now holed up in trenches on Pasmin, awaiting an Imperial force in a week's time. Your job is to fly in and assist them in any way you can; fighting, strategy, retreat, it doesn't matter as long as you help them out. Our forces our spread thin as it is so you're the only ones we can spare for the mission. Keep in mind, Pasmin provides the Alliance with food and supplies so it is imperative that we safeguard our troops there. Any questions?"

edited 5th Jun '13 7:30:05 PM by FantasyLiver

"What ship will we be assigned to?" Beepy asked. "This one?"

Twig suppresses a yawn. Last night extranet archive binge is, evidently, not a good idea. No matter, he supposed, he will just coerce details about this briefing from his squadmates.