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Orrin kept to his bunk; room was precious on this frigate, and the more they had, more patients could have been pushed through. Orrin didn't mind; he had worse conditions.

The statistics swirled in his head, making him dizzy. Three years of logistics can make anyone dizzy. A true general never studies tactics; ameteurs ruin the most perfect battle plans, and the plans which survive first contact are never battle ready in the simulator anyway. Information flow as great as this was nothing compared to the empire, and for that, Orrin was grateful.

The spies and the other prisoners who happened to get lucky were slowly trickling their valuable tidbits as each one came out of the medwing; the only thing Orrin could debrief on was the combat strategy. It would be almost a week before their next mission.

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Several hours later, the old man had put down the datadisks. He had given up for the night. the new just didn't arrive quickly enough to make the task a worthwhile one. Instead, small earbuds pumped music to him. Kind of corny, but old people are allowed to do dumb stuff like that.

It was almost soothing, relaxing the muscles despite the pounding bass and he sporradic treble. The adrenaline rush had since subsided, and now in withdrawl, Orrin needed the glands to perform a little kicker for him. Rest called for him, yet he chose to instead tire himself further.

He pulled the fraying picture from inside his breast pocket, and stared at it again.

"Soon. These old bones know it. A true knight."

((A bit of Fast Forward, any objections?))

Several days passed, Orrin found himself in yet another heated arguement with superior officers. Which, for all he cared for, were quite inferior.

"You're asking us to do what?" The old man asked, brow scrunched, head cocked.

"You will help our little sullustian friends push off the Imperial presence. They will be glad to help our little crusade out if they didn't have the bucketheads breathing down their necks, and we won't have to smuggle starcraft out of there anymore. So, you will free them."

"Its a volcanic planet, with only a reputation for navigators and a factory. Past that, it holds little value to us." Orrin retorted, slamming his fist down to his side.

"Be that as it may, you have your orders. I want that planet, Icharus. Don't burn yourself."

Orrin couldn't return with anything sensible. A year or two ago, he would have pursued the arguement further, but he didn't quite have the stamina he used to in these matters. He'd be doing it, one way or another, and guilt trips were really passe anymore.

Leaving a message for Zendia as he passed by, he moved to his own room, wondering what would happen on this daft incursion.

((I'm back! And going on very little sleep thanks to a snoring roommate that kept the rest of us up.))

Azure entered the room after coming back from the infirmiry. "Let's do our best at what?" she asked her roommate.

Meanwhile...

Kefka groaned in the bed of the hospital wing. He was awake now, and all systems go, but he had taken a lot of phsyical abuse. Lacerations to his legs had required surgery, and it still hurt to walk. His arms were sore from the prison labor, and his head had taken repeated blows during the escape.

Nonetheless, he was for the major part, fine.

Azure nodded as Zendia left for the hanger. She then went and knocked on Jakar's door. She had seen him come into Emsquad quarters and decided to tell him about the new mission.

"Welcome back!" Zendia chirped to the man. As Gendis' other question was posed, she then said, "I'll see what I can do. Did you find what you were looking for?" she then asked sympathetically. I can certainly understand that.