Private Squad Goals | Vanguard

[Taysonyl Callenid]

Alex Locke Qell Auraeli Frea Sheplin

Spoiler: The Squad

"To Vanguard Squadron!"
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Tay bumped her glass against the others, then threw it back. They knew it was going to be a hell of a night and hell tomorrow morning. But there they were -- the four of them. Graduated. Assigned a squad. Tonight, their last night on Coruscant before shipping out to join Battlegroup Kenobi.

She couldn't wait. Months of training had led here. In that time she'd crashed, flubbed tests, and occasionally kicked ass. But most importantly she'd made a few friends. Tay wasn't the most agreeable of people. She knew that, so did they. Still, part of her was trying. So when the nebulous offer of 'something to celebrate grad' came up, she pulled the other three out for drinks and a night on the town.

She didn't like drinking alone and didn't like paying for her own drinks.

She slammed her glass down on the table when she was done, then waved over one of the serving droids for a refill. Once it left she pulled out a butterfly knife. The Double-Crossing Nexu was a shady enough place; no one batted an eye. "Let's play a knife game," she said. "Each time you win, drink, 'til someone karks up."

Her hand slapped the table, then she went ahead and stabbed it a few times between her splayed fingers. With a flourish she spun it around, then held it out for one of the others to take. "Think we'll see live combat soon? Can't wait to actually destroy something. Live protons, yeesh. Can't wait, can't wait."

 

[Frea Sheplin]

Alex Locke / Qell Auraeli / Taysonyl Callenid

“And passing grades!” Frea excitedly added to the cheer before she promptly arched her head back, took in the taste of the alcoholic beverage as it whipped against the roof of her mouth and poured down her throat. The glass hit the table with a heavy yet muted thud before she raised her hand to signal the robo-servitors for one more round. Because if today wasn’t a good day to get chitfaced and ride a wave of positive vibes, then she truly had no idea what was a good day for it.

The sly grin on her increasingly unsober lips parted with a slow hissing breath that she held for a moment before they parted further with a warm chuckle. It went to figure Tay-Tay would be the one to suggest something that meant more harm than good.

“While I like the spirit of the suggestion,” Frea said and placed her hand at the knife’s handle to lower it onto the table with a gentle push. “I for one really appreciate the continued use of my hands and think the rest of us do, too.”

“Combat will find us with time, yeah.” She said and leaned back with a cocky shrug. “You really shouldn’t go looking for it, it will find you sooner or later I’ve found.”

“But that’s future us problems. Come on,” She said and raised the second toast. “To one last night of trouble in relative safety?”