Faction [Tarkin Initiative] After Action

[The Arkanian]

AFTER ACTION

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Space
Aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer, Vigilance

The Officer's Club aboard the Star Destroyer was the only bit of space and luxury afforded in the warship. A bar dominated one wall, with a droid bartender. The patches of all the units who had come through - mostly TIE pilots - decorated the bar. The Arkanian scanned them, looking for any he knew. The few he recognized were all gone now. Vaporized in the long grind of war with the Alliance for the Core. This used to be a Galactic Empire vessel, after all. The Arkanian snorted and accepted a Corellian whiskey from the droid behind the bar. How times changed.

Normally, the Officer's Club would be off limits for enlisted when the ship was underway. But tonight a gathering of tired and battle worn operatives, knights, troopers, and even a few scientists and politicos sat or stood gathered around in the club.

They'd had two swift missions back-to-back, the recovery of a data cache from the Death Star III and then an attempted infiltration of the Diarchy that had nearly gone completely to pieces. Between that and the training, always incessant training, the Arkanian suspected many of them felt as bone tired as he looked right now.

But he had every right to be, after getting interrogated by one of the Diarchs moments after attempting to infiltrate their armory.

Still. Didn't matter now. They had the data and they had the location of the next mission: Gree.

Some sort of artifact recovery. The Arkanian didn't understand it. The science types could explain better, but he hadn't bothered to ask yet. Too tired.

He sipped his whiskey and looked around the room.

What a motley crew.

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[Althea Varrick]

AFTER ACTION

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Locaton: Officers mess - Vigilance
Tags: OPEN
Objectives: socialise

Althea and her companion had come aboard the starship by invite of some of the other higher-ups. Fraternizing had always been a slightly uncomfortable experience for the scientist, but she didnt really experience discomfort any more, so it was easier to allow others to feel uncomfortable around her with her awkward social graces.

"Synthenol, neat." she said to the droid behind the bar that furnished her with a margarita glass of her drink with a twist of citrus fruit on the side. She smiled at his little effort to garnish her otherwise very plain order, then walked away holding her drink.

"● ● ● - ● ● - ● ● ● - ○ ● ● ● ● - ● ● ● - ● ● ● ● - ● ● ● - ● ○ ● ● ● - ○ ●" she asked to her pet as it quickly jumped onto her shoulder and began sniffing at the garnish. It apparently didnt approve so jumped back down. "You are no help." she muttered and rolled her eyes. It wasnt his fault, he wasnt even sapient. Which did put him in the same category as some of the soldiers she gad dealt with in the past.

She smiled a suppressed giggle at her little private joke, only to refocus her eyes and realise she was looking right at someone and inadvertently offering them her smile.
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