The Commander couldn't help but smile. He didn't know Bluejay well, but she still had the heart to at least be supportive. "Thanks." He stated simply. The single word meant much, much more than it would seem; that was evident in his voice.
"Commander, we have an issue back at FleetOps....a droid malfunction. Sigma has it under control, but I'd like it if you came down here." Toph's voice crackled into his earpiece. Calico tensed up.
Not now.
He eyed over the Falleen, chewing down on his lower lip in thought. This was no time to be distracted by pretty women, and pretty women weren't his fortei. "Blu'ika, I'm going to take care of this really quick. You watch everyone, alright? I have an issue at FleetOps." Calico pushed off the bar; his jaw set. His glaze flashed over the blonde, the red-head, the Falleen; finally Doc and Canal.
"Lock it down. Canal, stay on the other side of the room. Doc, don't let your night be ruined." He grunted as he passed by in a you-better-listen-to-me voice. The Commander gave Galaar a short, two finger salute as he swept out of the bar.
Outside was wild and crazy as ever. Bars and clubs on each side of the street shook from heavy music. People flowed in and out of the facilities like a well oiled machine. He shoved his way through the crowd, snaked through the many different speeders, and climbed unto his black-and-green speeder bike.
I hope the boys have fun. Kripes this hurts.
He pressed a hand to his midriff out of instinct. A shock of pain ran through the wound, but it wasn't dangerous. Simply the aftereffects of a heavy blaster burn. He sat and waited as the bike's engine began to rumble to life.
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