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As the team was stretching out and looking the place over, A tall, average looking Recon officer came over and saluted, asking a rather stupid question, a Lieutenant by the looks of him.

If memory served, the Lt assigned to Recon was also their XO, a colonial from Dantooine named Benton Ford.

She gave a quick appraising glance of the man and frowned, her eyes half lidded and expressing her impression of what he found of the XO.

"We drove. We came with your support. Now shove off and find us quarters before we have to start comandeering one, troopy. Chop Chop. I need bunkspace for four plus room for our comn gear, weapons, and garage for our LAV."

She grinned as he bristled up, and her men cracked matching ones.
as the man turned to leave she called out to him in a mockingly authorative tone.
"I don't recall dismissing you, XO. If this insubordination keeps up, I'll have you on latrine duty! Now go polish your Blastech like a good troopy."
Her men were biting their lips and holding their sides as she barked at the man.

Corporal Lund gave a low whistle and Flight Sergeant Colsan shook his head.

The guy clearly didn't know who he was dealing with.
Kara wasnt about to take abuse from some army grunt.
Her light brown eyes glared back into the XO's with a noticible lack of fear.

"Big words, you little git. Keep it up and you'll be swallowing all the dirt you can manage." Kara snarled.
"Understand this, "XO." Special Missions may be attached to your unit, but as far as this goes, I don't have to listen to piss from you. Special Missions is Navy. Not Army. And if you think I'm gonna let a turf humping rail like you boss me around all day, then I'm more than willing to pound some sense into you. So why dont you just run along before you get hurt."

Now aproaching the Courthouse, The Rodian spied an Imperial speeder parked outside.
A Pair of white armored soldiers were recieving a dressing down from an officer, a colonel if his memory served.
Charr began advancing towards them and he called out to the commanding officer.
"Hey You! Colonel! I wanna talk with you!"

((Whats he going to do? Talk angrily at me? He's Impotent.))

Kara just smiled.
The poor boy couldnt even take care of himself.

She snapped a salute as he departed.
"Right Sir. Thank you, Sir. I'll make sure to arrange a detail to find your missing knackers, Sir."

With that she turned back to her men, who started laughing as soon as the Groundpounder was gone.

"Alright lads, look alive. Lets get our stuff and move in. Then I want all weapons, equipment, and armor cleaned and maintained, #06 Included."
The men grunted an assent and the team moved on to find their quarters.

(Seriously Sayla, so long as you are attached to my forces, you are under my command, and failing that, my Captain's. Further, you are under Colonel Agaka's command too. Navy or not, you follow our orders, or you get reprimanded.)

Already off to a rocky start, Ford made his way into the bay. "Where's the AT-ST parked?"

Pointed in the right direction, the lieutenant found it under guard by a soldier as well as the on-duty mechanic. Both saluted. "Yessir?"

"I want her ready to go out by evening. Give her a full camo deckout as well as a field inspection. Got to make sure she runs okay before we send her into the woods."

Turning back, Ford went to his command post in the Port Authority itself. Dismissing the two guards, he radioed in to his captain. "How long until the company arrives from New Karna?... An hour? All right."

Seeing to his comm officer who followed not far behind, Benton made sure orders were given out to prepare the three warehouses needed for the company and their vehicles.

That was about the best thing today. The port had an abundancy of warehouses to put stuff in.

Rubbing his forehead, he decided the sooner he was out in the woods, the better.

((Aww....Is little EK gonna cry? Tell you what. As soon as we find your balls, we'll deliver them right to you.))

With a little effort, the Special Mission team managed to secure a smaller warehouse within the base's sphere of control for their exclusive use. The warehouse belonged to an alien owned busness from New Karna and was seized by Imperial Forces following the declarations made in the capital.

It was a smaller warehouse, but it had adjoining offices that could be torn up and remoddled for the team's use. And with their limited gear and personel they wouldnt need a full sized warehouse.

"Home sweet home, lads." Kara announced as they parked the #06 inside the building. "Its a bit of a fixer upper but it will do."

"Terrific. More work." replied Technical Corporal Nascrimento. "Well, I better go and secure some tools. This could take a while."

Kara nodded and motioned to the crates left in the building by its previous owner. "Flight, go and secure us a cargo truck or something. These containers need to go. Lund, open one up. I want to see what we got."

The Flight sergeant bustled off to find a skiff as Tolth snagged a crowbar and pried up one of the lids.
He peeked inside and frowned.

"Looks like heavy machinery parts, like Hydralics." he said.

"Hydralics?" Kara repeated. "What for?"

"Tractors most likely." Tolth replied as he dropped the lid down. "I saw quite a few farms around New Karna as we came down. They probably distrbute them planet wide here."

"Well can we use them?"

Tolth shook his head. "Only if we want to barter with the walker jockeys for something. You can have Techie confirm this if you want, but #06 doesnt use Hydralics. Not anything like this any way."

"Piss." Kara muttered. "So much for a free upgrade."