Seeing the confusion on the aide's face, and then hearing the designation given for each, and especially him, left Geoff in a startled state. "Excuse me, 'expert in viral pathology'? I'm a doctor and surgeon, man, not some viral pathologist who likes to see people bleed from the orifices."

Glancing quickly at the others before turning back to the aide, Geoff massages his neck before looking back at the LT. "Lieutenant, what is going on here? We have been given little information on this place beyond the fact there is a cell here. The RRM has heard rumors of a refugee crisis, but information has been in short supply, at best. That's in addition to the being stonewalled at every turn to send representatives. What has been happening that would require a viral pathologist?"

Action Request: I would like to use a Charm Check on Lieutenant Seval to get some more information before the briefing. Any one else want to join in?

EDIT: Results are in:

Charm check : 2eA+1eP+2eB+2eD 1 success, 4 advantage

Toco takes a step next to Geoff, " What is the situation here, Sir ?"

Toco is unskilled in Charm but wants to give unskilled assistance for 1 Boost die.

"As long as we're all up to date on our shots, we should be okay, right doc?," Oro says as he nudges Geoff jokingly with his elbow.

"Personal protection sounds about right for my job. You say replacement driver? What happened to the last one? If we're expected to do our job well, we are going to need to know everything. We are on the same side after all. "

(Toco beat me to the unskilled assist. )

Rax shakes his head, muttering to himself, still absorbing the news. "Ok, supply driver. Right. Uh, that's just...just temporary, I guess?" He listens to the conversation with half an ear.

Upon hearing my designated name I pipe up "Hmm, Utility repair, sounds easy!!! So, what's my first job..."

After hearing Rax mutter to himself I give a whir to try and cheer him up in some way, hoping to keep him in good spirits.

Seval turns to the droid. "Well little guy, my understanding was that you'll mostly be working to keep the power, water and sewage grids working . As for you Doctor, well, there certainly is a refugee crisis. The Empire's displaced tens of thousands of individuals and built factories on the site of their homes. Disease is running rife in the camps. According to your file, you're an expert with viral pathology, so we've brought you in to treat some of the nastier cases. They said you were an expert when they were asking us to get you in."

Rax frowns, the news of suffering refugees striking all too close to home. "I guess that's why you need supplies so bad, huh? What kinda vehicle you got rigged up for me?"

"So lets get to it, put me to use..."

And with that I let out a whir and start towards the door.

" We've got various vehicles - six V-22 land speeders, two X-34 land speeders and a few swoops - but you'll be driving a Trast A-A5 Truck. But that's in the future, and we should probably get to the briefing, " he leads you out of the room and down the hall to a door that leads you into what must have been the warehouse's former offices. Entering one, you see a group of officers ranged around a console table, with a Captain remonstrating with the Colonel.

"Can't you see our tactics aren't working? All due respect Colonel, but we need to step things up if we're going to achieve anything in this war."

"Zavvel, you obviously aren't listening. This - well it's not anything I'd call a plan - is explicitly prohibited by Alliance High Command. It would discredit ourselves militarily, politically, and in the eyes of the media and the galaxy. This is the last time you can suggest it and keep your rank - we won't do it."

"Fine," the captain, a Weequay, sneers. "Let's try it your way ," he stalks out of the chamber. Colonel Marson pinches the bridge of his nose, then sees you and sighs heavily. "I have command of two hundred operatives, the largest cell in this sector. We represent the largest resistance movement in Galactic history. Why then am I surrounded by amateurs and imbeciles?"

"The new strike team, sir ," Seval delicately introduces you.

"Right," Marson stands straight up. He's a powerfully built human with a heavily customised blaster pistol on one hip. "I'm Colonel Marson, cell commander. That was Captain Zavvel, leader of 3 Platoon. He'll be your commanding officer from now on. I understand that not all of you are combatants, but in my cell everyone fights who can fight. And we'll need you soon. There's an Imperial convoy passing through the Old Town at 2300 hours tonight, just below the University of Nostria. We're going to ambush it. Zetrac? You'll be driving a cargo carrier. You'll take 3 Platoon, drop them off here at this loading dock," he highlights a building on the holo-map below him. "And conceal the vehicle. Your strike team will take position here, just below the tail of the ambush, and kill anything that moves once we spring the ambush. Any questions, I'm busy so direct them at Zavvel. He'll be getting his platoon set up by the south entrance," he turns away, then looks back. "And good luck," he says gruffly.

Trying to take in as much of the map as possible, Toco slowly walks around the holo.

" Zertac, any thoughts on where to hide the carrier? "

Seval pipes up. "I wouldn't worry about that. The University is empty for now, but one of the porters has offered to admit us to one of the loading docks. It's on the far side of the University from the ambush site at Sorrell Street but if we lock the door and cover the truck in tarps its unlikely anyone will find it."

Chirps in a happy way.
"Would I be able to have a copy of the map? Just for reference of course..."

"What sorts of resistance should we expect... "

Frowning at being told that Alliance told them he was a viral pathologist, Geoff follows the group to the briefing. This is bad, maybe even worse. Rampant industrial growth with a displaced population? That's begging for a disaster.

After seeing the Captain voice his opinion and leave, Geoff's frown deepens, causing him to consider what else is going on here. I'm curious as to what's going on. Especially if it's in the nature of shady tactics and strategy.

After hearing the questions start coming in, Geoff waits until the R2 unit has been answered before asking his questions. "Sir, Geoff Hanson. Are there any civilians in the area? What kind of ambush are we going for? Are we taking them out or stealing the supplies?"

"Tail end of the ambush, eh?," Oro observes. "Sounds to me like we're the ones who need to make sure they don't slip out the back once the trap is sprung. Not a problem."

"Of course, you can download a copy of the map. It's easily available - we lifted it from the tourist department's servers. However, for security reason's you'll have to take a stock version. That one has certain - landmarks of significance - marked upon it. If the Empire located them after capturing you it could be the death of the cell."

"In recent years, civilians have really cleared out of the old town. That's why the Empire sends its supply convoys through there. It's the best pickings from the market, stolen from traders to give to the Imperial garrison at Fort Aurek. We're going to take it back from them. You'll be close to the tail-end, near the university, but your objective is to provide covering fire for your platoon. You'll take position in the higher windows of this building," Seval highlights one. "And hit anything that moves. Another team from 3 Platoon will capture the supplies I imagine. More detailed tactical questions might be better addressed to Captain Zavvel."

Rax follows and listens to the briefing intently. After the Colonel leaves, he turns to Seval. "One question: after we kill every Imp in sight, how are we getting away? I've seen stoplights outrun an A-A5, that thing is not built for speedy getaways."

He smiles reassuringly, though you can feel the hollowness of the sentiment. "I'm sure a pilot of your skill can manage to lose the Imperial pursuit with relative ease, especially once you get down here to the industrial sector. There's a thousand cargo heavies on the streets around here; what's one more to the Imperials?"

Rax takes a deep breath, some of his bravado returning. "Right, blue milk run. Should be outta there before they know what hit 'em."

You leave the briefing room and pass back out into the main chamber. The mood has changed; Rebel operatives of all species and specialisations are now bustling about: readying weapons, gathering gear, or talking quietly about the coming mission. A vehicle convoy is forming up through the open gate to the vehicle pool, a broad concrete bunker just under the warehouse. You see 3 Platoon in its designated place. Zavvel is at the centre, the angry Weequay talking to a mean-looking Duros sergeant and a Mon Calamari specialist about satchels of explosives as you approach. He looks up, fixing you with a scarred and sneering face. "Look what the nerf dragged in. Some fresh milksops come to play hero. Want to be famous and heroic and to help others ," At this, his sneer becomes even more pronounced. "Follow that preening fool," he points to the Colonel and his aide, who are talking to a Kel Dor major, the cell's second officer. "You want to win this war, the real war. You follow me."

Oro says, "Thank you for the debriefing, sir," and salutes Seval. He addresses the group: "Let's go find Captain Zavvel and figure out the details. It will be getting dark before we know it, and we should get to the area with more than enough time to scope it out."

Let's just reorder those two posts and carry on as normal!

Issan shrugged his shoulders in response to the ultimatum. " Frankly, I don't believe any of us can win this war. The galaxy as a whole must be shown the Empire's true nature and motivated to rise up as one. "

Issan then pointed to his small backpack, where he kept his filming equipment. " To accomplish that, I'm going to need some good footage. Now, which one of you is going to give me something worth filming? "

Another Twi'lek, a Lethan, steps forward. "I've got all you need to film right here," she grins, to raucous laughter from the dirty, guffawing Rebels. They seem more like mercs than freedom fighters to you. "Make sure you get my good side!" yells one. "When do you want me in makeup?" shouts another.

Rax's eyes light up. "Nice, you make holoreels? When I get around to piloting something that can break the speed of smell, you should get all the footage you need." He spins to face the Weequay. "Anything special about this truck I'll be driving, or is it just stock?"

He laughs uproariously. "You're driving Tookur's truck? Let me know how that turns out!" he descends into laughter once more. One of his lackeys, a bored-looking Dresselian, points you towards a sub-staircase leading down to a garage off to the side of the motor pool. Inside, you can just see a pair of furred feet sticking out of the disassembled bowels of a cargo heavy.