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Kefka went over to his room, turned on the pictures of Celena, and zonked.

He woke up in time to get to the meeting, and did so.

Veran gets the notice on his datapad and sets his alarm for the meeting. after several hours of bad sleep he wakes up and heads to the breifing room "morning sir." he then takes a seat in one of chairs waiting.

Art awoke from a dreamless sleep the next morning. "Hype, what time is it?" A holo projection apeared in the air in front of him, 0525. "Sith spit! I told you to get me up at 0500 sharp, damn it! Thats it, your going in for a program scrub first chace I get." Quickly pulling on his flight suit, he tumbled into the briefing room at 0532, still strugling to get the zipper up the rest of the way. "Sorry I'm late, what I miss?"

Orrin walked to the briefing room, fully prepped, and datapad in hand.

At precisely 0530, he strode into the briefing room, and stood at the podium. Arms crossed, he was as chipper as he always was....

"Seeing as how command believes soberity is a key element to planning, I get stuck with the job that should be lead's. But seeing as how I was pretty much the only one NOT in the bar last night, I get to be the planning officer."

Orrin shook his head, mumbled a couple of curses, and continued.

"I have good news... and bad news. Good news is that we're getting off this rock. Bad news is that the bar is calling in your tabs."

"The details are as such. Even half a drink is too much to be on flight status. Especially the ones you down. Especially you Gendis. You keep up your drinking habit to douse whatever is plaguing you, and you'll be revoked for good. The command does not want someone with a hangover to be piloting a ship. you can only withstand 8 positive and 2 negative gees, and being drunk reduces that number by half. Even taking half a glass reduces your threshold by a quarter. Lay off the liquor if you know you have something to fly tommorrow. If you're not sure, follow a set rule. If I'm not in the bar, neither should you."

The last sentence was said so curtly, so snappish, so forced, that even Orrin was a bit shunted.

"Back to the matter at hand. The fact is, we have to bug out. An imperial tracking device was found in the last shipment of cargo. While this may be dandy and all, we are going to disassemble the base as much as possible. Garunteed, the accomidations are by far not as pleasureable as those in the pub, we are only going to be leaving a few permanent structures behind. We are to be piloting Y-wings, modified with the Long Probe enhancement. We are doing recon. Fortunately, the Empire doesn't even know what's going on here. They still think the cargo is in transit. We should be fully out of here in twenty-four hours. That means one day. It also means we get the s**t end of teh stick. We get the a** end of the jump and cargo duty. It means Ruby Squadron gets to have the fun of investigating the new territory and making sure there aren't any enemy patrols around there. They have already left, and since Dantooine and Yavin IV are both remote, it means they probably are sitting in orbit, snoozing, just like we will be. Any questions? Or shall we get on with this boring mission and be laughed at by Ruby?"

Orrin watched as Kefka left the room. He had almost stopped him, but held back.

"If anyone else wants to stomp out now, do so. But don't come asking me where you're positioned, and who you're squadded with."

Orrin switched the briefing board over to a 3-d map of Dantooine's orbit, with specific launch sites for pairs of flights.

"Pick a partner," orrin stated, grabbing his datapad, "I'll pair with Kefka, we'll take outer recon. That leaves the rest of you to pick a transport to protect."

With that, Orrin stepped up the pace to catch up with the youth.

Gendis grumbled, but it was obvious he wasn't being serious by it. "Well, sweet cheeks," he turned to Zendia and winked, again showing pure playfulness, "What do you say me and you dance among the stars together?"

Zendia groaned and snarled. "That b*****d! When I catch up to Ruby Four, he won't need a ship to fly through space!" Composing herself, and stifling a mild laugh, she added, "And, am I the only one who had milk?"
Still, there was the issue of a partner to resolve. "I'll escort the first transport out. You gentlemen can bring up the rear, if you're escorting the last one."

(( what's the name of the new kid? I'll take him. ))