Loske enjoyed the humour Allyson was able to don, still finding it remarkable she was able to transition so smoothly between whoever she was for the Zweihander and then back to her Corellian self. Enamoured with the information that was delivered, she worked to process it while taking timid sips at the stark amber delicacy Frank made available for the pair.
Her face darkened with the information, and she clinked the class with the liquid in it against her teeth. She and Allyson were supposed to lead a group of Jedi to Ilum on an exclusive hyperlane to expose them to the ancient planet and do some lighthearted exploring.
External events beyond their influence meant the trip would be darker, and more dangerous than originally anticipated. Loske was impressed at Allyson's ability to put her duty first, and not react to the situation while she was there. Once again, the would-be Kiffar added a mental note to why she'd never be able to successfully be an undercover agent.
More bodies began to gather, and her smile grew with each one. Then it quivered, recalling the details Allyson had just shared. This joyride had turned somber. She curiously glanced up at the condensation stained window of Bernard's X-Wing, trying to see if the white knight was at least trying to unbutton his hatch. A nope.
She wiped the back of her hand to her mouth, and realized in horror that she'd just had a few sips of whiskey and was about to drive. Her tolerance was too low to drive under the influence.
Oh no! She'd need to buy herself some time.
Could she make a speech?
Maybe she'd try and make a speech.
Oh dear, she was already getting affected. She hated speeches.
"Frank, take this." She handed the unfinished glass of whiskey to the droid, trusting a little metal arm thing would protrude and make her wishes come true.
With her hands free, she was able to wave, gesture, pat, embrace, to each of the arrivals. Each one getting a token of salutations from her touch in one way or another. A salute and a nod was returned to Andrik.
"Scraps, oh - okay bye." His salutations was in passing, en route to uncover secrets of the temple.
"Leon, excited to see you out there if you're anything in an X-Wing like you are in a pod." She was referring to that
weird race on Vulpter.
Someone she didn't recognize appeared and she was alarmed. Mostly because these coordinates were supposed to be unknown. Happenstance didn't sit rightly with the location.
"Auteme, yeah, it's uhm –– it's going to be yeah. A little more than we expected." She partly grimaced at that, having to prepare to address the situation Allyson had just shared with her. The menacing brutality the ZU had exhibited amongst the locals, destroying and harvesting the planet's natural resource.
"Lieutenant Foster, good to meet you." Extended handshake, a representative formality.
"Welcome to team Starbird. This is a better first flight than a milkrun." Wariness was left at the door, an unwelcomed guest when someone was trying to make a new start. Loske could appreciate and trust that.
Her voice dropped at Allyson's question, who's disappearance and reappearance happened gratefully quickly while Loske made her rounds of salutations. A smirk tugged the edges of her lips at the echoing quote that came to her mind at the thought of coordinating the squadron.
"Here I was thinking I had any business being 'CO'."
Allyson was still wrapped up with the newcomer, they seemed to be making introductions and Loske reached up to tug her collar nervously. All these people that knew her, didn't know one another yet.
"Okay," she ahem'd to try and get some of that attention she didn't want. "Before we take off on this hyperlane adventure, a few things.
One - this is the first time we're all flying together. It'd do well for everyone to go around and just...I dunno. Shake everyone's hands and tell names if you don't know them. Even if it's as straight a line as can be, we have to have trust in the stars. Like Auteme, Leon, you two know each other. Lieutenant Foster, get in there. Bernard, at least speak into your commlink maybe? Andrik, if you can hear me -- you too.
Okay, two, the start of this operation was a blue milk run. Gather Jedi, go to an ancient Jedi planet and explore said ancient Jedi planet." While she spoke, she gestured clean chopping movements, showing the linear expectation of activities. "However, our intel has recently reported that the Planet came under the influence of a group called the Zweihander Union. The locals were brtualized, crystals exploited. We'll be going in more aggressively."
Clasping her hands together indicated the conclusion of her soapbox, and she motioned her hands to encourage intermingling.
Shortly after the finished speaking, and one or two people started talking, her datapad beeped. Frank rolled up next to her, no longer showcasing the alcohol. He'd received a message as well. The captain opened it, quickly scrawled through it's contents and arched a brow in surprise. Interesting.
"Or, maybe not.
The Union just released this statement." She modified
the contents of the declaration to project to the space in front of her, for all those gathered to read and react to.
Emmen Tagge
//
Adhira Chandra
//
Ido Bastra
// Fable Solborne //
Sssar Taszzn
//
Julius Loghain
// Vonar Ardinn //
Gat Tambor
Maou
// Max Devern //
