‘Do you really want to be dropped off with Schaeffer?’ Stupid question. Never trust cadets in pairs. Reveille managed it with Schaeffer at times, mostly because those situations would be hard to fake an accident in. Corellia, planet-side, hunting another group?
Obviously, it’d be easy to claim the other was just killed by the enemy.
Not that Reveille cared about Minka, or Schaeffer, but she cared about maintaining numbers. She, Minka, Schaeffer, and Jinah – who was, smartly, remaining silent, and Kylo Ren were already scant on numbers, though they’d make up for it in skill. “You’re staying with us, Minka. We’ll be the ones finding and confronting the party of acolytes. Schaeffer’s seeking Kiza in particular.”
She and the others? Clean-up duty. But she wanted Kiza dead most of all, and Schaeffer had the best odds if he surprised her. Reveille still knew how to use her assets.
“It’s just a freak in a mask with a red lightsaber, right?” Schaeffer was intentionally being vague in the description, but that’s really all Kiza was known for. Freak in a mask, with a red lightsaber. It may have also been a fitting description of several others, but…no matter.
“Basically – Pantoran, though, not human.” Reveille said as the descended into the atmosphere, and she found a roof to hover over, “Go.” She’d take the ship to a better location to actually land, but Schaeffer would get his head start. He rose from the co-pilot’s chair to take his leave.
~***~
Likely, true, though Armitage would not be surprised if these people also didn’t pay enough attention to faces, just to actions. At least he had made his own face synonymous with the First Order. People knew it far quicker than they knew Kylo’s face. That was some satisfaction, at least, however small.
Armitage was hardly pleased with the clientele here, or the various looks passed towards them – or, more particularly, Althea. At least his attire wasn’t earning any such looks or threats of harassment, though he imagined that wouldn’t have been the case regardless. Perhaps his FO uniform might have earned a few comments from those displeased with the FO, but little else.
His gaze followed Althea’s direction as she pointed out a man in a purple suit, with two women at his side. There, Armitage finally let out a sigh of exasperation.
Of course he would be flanked with two young women.
Of course he would play to every stereotype of the older gambling man.
Armitage knew he wasn’t going to enjoy this, but he approached with Althea regardless, “Atar?” He wouldn’t immediately assume it was him, especially as the man hadn’t glanced up and recognized him just yet.
Obviously, it’d be easy to claim the other was just killed by the enemy.
Not that Reveille cared about Minka, or Schaeffer, but she cared about maintaining numbers. She, Minka, Schaeffer, and Jinah – who was, smartly, remaining silent, and Kylo Ren were already scant on numbers, though they’d make up for it in skill. “You’re staying with us, Minka. We’ll be the ones finding and confronting the party of acolytes. Schaeffer’s seeking Kiza in particular.”
She and the others? Clean-up duty. But she wanted Kiza dead most of all, and Schaeffer had the best odds if he surprised her. Reveille still knew how to use her assets.
“It’s just a freak in a mask with a red lightsaber, right?” Schaeffer was intentionally being vague in the description, but that’s really all Kiza was known for. Freak in a mask, with a red lightsaber. It may have also been a fitting description of several others, but…no matter.
“Basically – Pantoran, though, not human.” Reveille said as the descended into the atmosphere, and she found a roof to hover over, “Go.” She’d take the ship to a better location to actually land, but Schaeffer would get his head start. He rose from the co-pilot’s chair to take his leave.
~***~
Likely, true, though Armitage would not be surprised if these people also didn’t pay enough attention to faces, just to actions. At least he had made his own face synonymous with the First Order. People knew it far quicker than they knew Kylo’s face. That was some satisfaction, at least, however small.
Armitage was hardly pleased with the clientele here, or the various looks passed towards them – or, more particularly, Althea. At least his attire wasn’t earning any such looks or threats of harassment, though he imagined that wouldn’t have been the case regardless. Perhaps his FO uniform might have earned a few comments from those displeased with the FO, but little else.
His gaze followed Althea’s direction as she pointed out a man in a purple suit, with two women at his side. There, Armitage finally let out a sigh of exasperation.
Of course he would be flanked with two young women.
Of course he would play to every stereotype of the older gambling man.
Armitage knew he wasn’t going to enjoy this, but he approached with Althea regardless, “Atar?” He wouldn’t immediately assume it was him, especially as the man hadn’t glanced up and recognized him just yet.