Oro washes his hands after helping with the injury crisis. He speaks to Dr. Cohlen. "Thanks for your efforts here. We're not quite sure just yet what to make of Zavvel, but so far we're not impressed. Do you know who he reports to? In case things... escalate?"

Looking at Oro, Geoff nods. "You brought up a good point, Oro. Is there anyone in Alliance Command that can step in?"

Standing up with a grunt, Geoff looks around, then back at Cohlen. "That's probably next on the list. Unfortunately, I am feeling the call for food and a strong drink. You all want to finish this conversation somewhere else?"

CT has been recharging while all was madly happening with the wounded.

now that I am fully charged I make for the nearest place to get myself fixed up with an oil bath

"That's been a problem with Alliance cells for a very long time. As resistance cells, we don't have a central leadership. Get a good leader, that's no problem; get a bad leader, and there's no accountability for anything. We'll have to tread carefully for now. As for chow, the mess hall's probably about to open, and Sequano actually manages to inject some flavour into the reprocessed nerf hash they call food around here," Cohlen sheds her coat into a nearby laundry bin, exposing a much more practical outfit underneath - along with a holstered heavy blaster. She sees you notice it. "Do no harm isn't working out so well right now is it?"

Elsewhere, Rax enters the workshops at the back of the warehouse, a series of four interconnected loading docks and a couple of underground rooms full of speeders, all in a range of damaged states. Technicians are scrambling over all of them, except a familiar battered truck, from which a crudely-designed sign reads Keep Off! Professional working! and a familiar pair of feet protrude from the engine hatch. In the centre of the chaos, wielding a hydrospanner and blow torch like delicate scalpels, a Verpine sporting an impressive harness of gear is working on the guts of a disassembled engine. He sees Rax approach and the ornate magnifying goggles on his harness recede, folding back into shoulders pads bearing the insignia of an Alliance Chief Engineer. "Well, what have we here? Are you the legendary Rax of Hive Zetrac?"

In one of the underground chambers is the rec hall. As well as having the mess servery - currently opening up for breakfast - there is a holo-emitter blasting out the latest gravball highlights and a side room containing a block of refreshers, and even an oil bath. For a short while, the war is forgotten.

after a refreshing oil bath i leave the room into the canteen

whos in the canteen?

Rax grins. "Hey, I see my reputation precedes me. You Chief Vwikk? I came by to see what we managed to save after that last job went sour."

Oro heads to the mess hall and looks around for something looking edible. "I don't suppose you serve ale with breakfast, do you? Could use something to take the edge off after last night."

Seeing Cohlen's blaster, Geoff shrugs and shows her his holdout. "Can't blame you there. Problem is, I need to get trained in firing one of these blasted things. RRM didn't have a pistol training requirement."

Following Doc Cohlen to the mess hall, Geoff grabs a tray and lets her go first. "Quite honestly, I'm surprised that the late Colonel would promote Zavvel to Captain unless he was effective. Does Captain Zavvel have any redeeming qualities?"

Hearing Oro make the comment about ale instead of caf, Geoff smiles. "Can't blame you there, Oro. It's never easy trying to save a person's life while up to your elbows in their blood and guts."

Grabbing some food that doesn't set him off, Geoff takes a seat with Doc Cohlen. "The next big question, then, is will the other heads step up to Captain Zavvel? If they won't, for whatever reasons, what would get them to step up? In turn, what would keep Captain Zavvel here working with us?"

Seeing Oro and Geoff already talking with people, I decide it probably best to go to the workshop and make myself useful. (of course, i dont need food )

"We managed to salvage quite a bit," says Chief Vwikk. "A lot of our speeders were recovered quite easily - the pilots would have waited for more people, but the Imps didn't leave many opportunities for people to escape. That's why there's a lot of dented bodywork but no major damage. The fleet should be fully up and running in three days or so. It won't be pretty, but these are tough craft."

Meanwhile, in the mess hall - which is crewed by a Xexto working on a different pot with each hand - Cohlen, Geoff and Oro take a seat at one of the tables. "We probably would step up against Zavvel, if we felt there was going to be opposition to him. But we'd need a replacement. It's all very well hoping command will send someone down but we need effective leadership now. There's not much redeeming about Zavvel, except that he's **** good in a fight. Beyond that, we might as well have an angry sock puppet in that command room."

Finally, Toco enters an area in the corner of the warehouse. Crates have been stacked up around it, openings facing inwards, to create a room. Crates form everything in it: walls, ceiling and even a desk. At that desk, a Rutian Twi'lek is busy filling in a datapad. Looking up, she sees Toco. "Welcome to requisitions! I'm Lunu Somal. Are you here for new supplies, or looking to spend your five hundred credit bonus?"

"Bonus?" Toco stares at the Twi'lek "What is the bonus for?"

"Well bonus might be the wrong word. In fact it definitely is. It's more of a redistribution. Rather a lot of kit's become available after last night, so Captain Zavvel's ordered that anyone can have five hundred Alliance credits to claim in gear that's going spare."

"That is practical." Toco is oblivious that he is about to ask for some dead allies gear.

"I am Toco Ract. You are the quartermaster for the cell?" Toco stretches his hand in greetings.

"Yep, Lunu Somal's the name, acquisition's the game," she smiles, and takes Toco's hand. "Pretty much all the kit here was reserved, but now it's going spare. Too bad we weren't able to salvage much, but at least we've got the spares. Now what can I get you?"

Toco begins to explain about missing a few key shots in the last mission. He is kind of embarrassed, but at the same time determined to try an improve. He explains that he is looking for a Forearm Grip and Telescopic Optical Sight for his rifle. And then realizes he should grab a Utility Belt to help carry the grenades and knife he picked up from the buckets.

Utility Belt 25cr AoR pg 198

Forearm Grip 250cr AoR pg 201

Telescopic Optical Sight 250cr AoR pg 203

500 cr from his bonus and 25 cr from his out of pocket cash.

Toco is fumbling over his words a little, Lunu reminds him of one of the Twi'lek slaves he was sweet on back in his property days.

"So, if you have anything like that, um, it would be great."

"Yeah, those are probably somewhere in the back. Rifle attachments, left side, second column, fifth stack," she clambers precariously up the stacks of crates to one higher up, reaching in and pulling out various packets, tossing some down and moving others aside. "No...no...no...wondered where I'd left that...no...no...that's not good...no...no...catch," she tosses down first one sealed package, then another containing the rifle parts. "Oh, and you'll want one of these," she leans precariously across three columns, reaching into a box and pulling out a belt before tossing it down and jumping after it. "Anything else I can do?"

Amazed that anyone can understand the method in this madness, Toc stammers, "No, this is great."

"Maybe CT can help me install these."

"You been here long?" "Wow what a dumb question."

"I mean with the cell." He is now actively flustered.

"Well hey, that's good to hear, at least." Rax nods. "Maybe we can start mounting some hit-and-fades for any supplies we need. We used to do it all the time back home." Rax thinks for a moment. "I'm guessing that if we had any simulators to begin with, they didn't make it out of the old base. Know where a man could go to boost one or two? I'm itching to get up in the sky and if we'd had some air support in the last run, maybe things wouldn't have gone quite so meiloorun-shaped."

Considering Doc Cohlen's words as he takes a bite of food, Geoff thinks about the possibilities. That's my impression of the Captain Zavvel. Unfortunately , he needs to be a bit more refined in his command style. Especially if he wants to be in High Command.

Swallowing the food, Geoff looks at Oro and then Doc Cohlen. "I don't know about the rest of my team, but I'm more than willing to challenge Captain Zavvel if he wants to run roughshod over the cell. We will probably need to call a meeting of the department heads first. Then bring in Captain Zavvel and explain the situation. Especially since the Late Major made it clear that Captain Zavvel isn't suppose to be in charge. For now, at least."

Looking back at Oro, Geoff tilts his head at Doc Cohlen. "What do you think, Oro? What is your view of the situation?"

Getting to the workshop i look around to try to make myself useful

Oro takes a swig of caf he managed to spike with something a bit stronger.

"Just between us, I think this Zavvel is unfit to lead. And the people who have been around longer than us seem to agree. But we can't just show up and immediately start what could be viewed as a mutiny." He leans forward and takes a deep breath. "Let's at least hear out his next move. Maybe he'll surprise us and show some sense. At the next mission briefing, if his plan sounds like a suicide mission or it seems like he's making plans with his heart rather than his head, we can stand up to him. And we've got our camera man here to get it all on film, just in case it gets ugly. If we need to explain ourselves to the higher ups, we'll have the proof that this guy is out of his mind and going to get a lot of good men killed if he remains in charge."

Oro finishes the remainder of his drink, and looks around to see what the rest of the group thinks about this approach.

Amazed that anyone can understand the method in this madness, Toc stammers, "No, this is great."

"Maybe CT can help me install these."

"You been here long?" "Wow what a dumb question."

"I mean with the cell." He is now actively flustered.

"Oh, a couple of years," Lunu smiles. "I was a free trader running food, meds, that sort of thing to the Alliance. In the end it was just easier to go full time with them. Having access to free mess halls is always a good thing!"

"Well hey, that's good to hear, at least." Rax nods. "Maybe we can start mounting some hit-and-fades for any supplies we need. We used to do it all the time back home." Rax thinks for a moment. "I'm guessing that if we had any simulators to begin with, they didn't make it out of the old base. Know where a man could go to boost one or two? I'm itching to get up in the sky and if we'd had some air support in the last run, maybe things wouldn't have gone quite so meiloorun-shaped."

"Could be a plan. Workable. High risk though, would require a proper speed demon to get clear if the Empire's after them. As for simulators, there aren't many around here because this isn't a fighter base, and besides we'd need to get the programs for Alliance craft uploaded to them. Perhaps we can get some shifted to us, if the cell expands in the future."

Considering Doc Cohlen's words as he takes a bite of food, Geoff thinks about the possibilities. That's my impression of the Captain Zavvel. Unfortunately , he needs to be a bit more refined in his command style. Especially if he wants to be in High Command.

Swallowing the food, Geoff looks at Oro and then Doc Cohlen. "I don't know about the rest of my team, but I'm more than willing to challenge Captain Zavvel if he wants to run roughshod over the cell. We will probably need to call a meeting of the department heads first. Then bring in Captain Zavvel and explain the situation. Especially since the Late Major made it clear that Captain Zavvel isn't suppose to be in charge. For now, at least."

Looking back at Oro, Geoff tilts his head at Doc Cohlen. "What do you think, Oro? What is your view of the situation?"

Oro takes a swig of caf he managed to spike with something a bit stronger.

"Just between us, I think this Zavvel is unfit to lead. And the people who have been around longer than us seem to agree. But we can't just show up and immediately start what could be viewed as a mutiny." He leans forward and takes a deep breath. "Let's at least hear out his next move. Maybe he'll surprise us and show some sense. At the next mission briefing, if his plan sounds like a suicide mission or it seems like he's making plans with his heart rather than his head, we can stand up to him. And we've got our camera man here to get it all on film, just in case it gets ugly. If we need to explain ourselves to the higher ups, we'll have the proof that this guy is out of his mind and going to get a lot of good men killed if he remains in charge."

Oro finishes the remainder of his drink, and looks around to see what the rest of the group thinks about this approach.

"I like your thinking," Cohlen tells you. "I'll talk to the other support staff, test the water with them. We'll need broad support before we can challenge him. Of course, I doubt it'll come down to a shooting match: even Zavvel wouldn't shoot up his own support crews. But he could make our lives harder, or even try to get us transferred out or replaced with his own people. We shouldn't assume anything. For now though, keep your heads down and play along with whatever he asks you to do, for the sake of the Alliance if nobody else."

"Could be a plan. Workable. High risk though, would require a proper speed demon to get clear if the Empire's after them. As for simulators, there aren't many around here because this isn't a fighter base, and besides we'd need to get the programs for Alliance craft uploaded to them. Perhaps we can get some shifted to us, if the cell expands in the future."

Rax grins maniacally. "Speed demon? Demons wish they could catch me. I bet I could get in and out so quickly I rip a casual black hole from the acceleration. When we get this cell big and supplied enough, Command's gonna have to invent a new fighter just for me because I'll run it so fast it's gonna have to slow down to get into hyperspace."

Rax pauses in the middle of his boasting to realize that the only black hole around here right now is in the pit of his stomach. "I'm gonna go hit the mess hall, but I'll talk to Zavvy and pitch that op idea at him, see if it sticks." He claps the insectoid on the shoulder. "Thanks for the help, Chief, and good work on these babies, I never knew a truck could go that fast."

He then turns back down looking for the mess and his new friends.

...Leaving Chief Vwikk wondering quite what the human-drone was talking about. With a sigh, he shakes his head and descends back into the bowels of the mutilated engine behind him.

Rax grabs some chow, sees his friends, and goes to sit with them. "Hey guys! So, I think I got an idea for our next op."