Valkren didn't want to admit it, but he had to-
Kid knew what he was talking about.
Suddenly, the holo table lit up as Dusaro continued his presentation of the facts at hand. The lights from the holo danced in Valkren's eyes as he continued to listen, watching as the figures and buildings on the table changed drastically as the 'arc' continued.
It sounded like Kintan was between a rock and a hard place; his time with the Galactic Republic and Antarian Rangers had told him well enough the danger that came with messing with the Hutts, he could even connect some of his closest friends' deaths to his dealings with the Hutts and their criminal networks.
He felt a pang of guilt for the populace, probably living in fear every night of another gang-shootout or a dirty bomb going off in a neighborhood. The thoughts were quickly dismissed as the emotional guilt he felt was covered by a more serious approach.
In the Republic and afterwards he had lost team members to the Hutts, friends-even. There was no time for pity or sympathy, the Jedi were here at Ranger HQ for a reason.
As the Knight continued, Valkren lifted a hand to move through what he could of his short-cut hair.
"One day we're fighting rebels, the next day we're helpin' them."
He exhaled, leaning back in the chair he had picked out. He reached up and dug his fingers into the pouch on his BDUs that he had previously tucked the can of tobacco into. After fishing it out, he'd rotate it in his hands, continuing to listen to Dusaro as he explained the details of the rebels situation.
A smile could be seen cracking at the corner of the colonel's lips after the mercenary made his joke. He seemed to have some humor that Valkren could get with.
However, his smile quickly vanished when the holo displayed just where the cult of M'dweshuu was dug in at. Wooded area, mountainous, plains and desert beneath. Seemed like a killing field. He set the can of tobacco on the table, momentarily interfering with the holo until it reanimated around the intruding object.
"So. Your bad guys are here according to intel?" Valkren lifted himself from his seat, tapping his index finger on two sections of the holo where the densely wooded area was. A red circle slowly consumed the areas that he had tapped at, giving them a simple visual for now.
Depending on their approach, and what all units they could deploy to Kintan, the stalemate the rebels face could be broken several ways. For now, all Valk' could think about was securing armored units to assure the safety of the infantry units in the ranger, as well as his own special tactics unit. He could see their numbers thinned easily without proper support and intel.
"What about the rebels and this mercenary you say that leads them? Will they be right by our sides, or are they going to take a back seat on this operation?"
In his mind, the Third Infantry and First Ranger Special Tactics unit would be the only 'boots on the ground' they'd need aside from armored. Although, the lack of intel on the field of battle was still worrisome to the thirty-year-old officer.
"I'd want to deploy a recon team before we start anything. A team of three or four rangers from one of our higher skilled strike-forces can get a better lay of the land.. I don't like the cult of M-"
He'd stop himself for a second, looking down at the holo and the name of the cult, before continuing.
"I'm not even going to try and pronounce that sithspit. I just don't like their position, unless we level the damned forest with precision strikes, they could be dug in anywhere in there. If I can get a team in there, we can look for some area to spearhead the assault through. Minimize casualties."
Valkren looked back up, switching his gaze from between the two, but mainly directing his words towards the Jedi Knight, as it seemed he'd be reporting to him in this situation.
Dusaro Dresari Celeste Rigel