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Faction Quest for Maclunkee's


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It was shortly after oh three hundred local time, and Sgt. Koyi Freetaa, along with several other GADF walker training graduates, had been indulging in a traditional pastime for young soldiers, binge drinking until they got kicked out of every bar on Treasure Ship Row, and of course they'd run into other troopers on a weekend pass. By now, about half the participants had dropped off and were sleeping their way towards a massive hangover, but the hard drinkers and aliens with a physiology that hindered alcohol's effects on them were still standing and stumbling back towards the barracks since the last call had been over an hour ago.

From somewhere back in the group, a voice called out. "I'd kill for a fat stack of pancakes right now."


Someone else shouted, "PANCAKES!" And from there, a ragged chant started to rise "PANCAKES! PANCAKES! PANCAKES!"

It was pandemonium as the drunken hivemind settled on a target for their hunger, and since the DFAC wouldn't open up for another hour and forty minutes, there was only one place the group could satisfy their need for carbohydrates, surgars, and greasy food, they were going to have to go back into Coronet City and find a Maclunkee's.

Lacking any transportation, the group spread out, some finding recruits for the Drunken Task Force, some going back to their bunks, but Koyi and her plastered platoon had stumbled their way into the motor pool. The trucks had been locked down for the night; cargo speeders, staff cars, and even bicycles were chained up so drunken assholes like them weren't going to steal them. Salavtion loomed in the far corner of the motor pool, a half-repaired GATE-13. The Tiger had half of its armour panels missing showing its inner hull, all of its weapons were removed, the cockpit was missing its armoured transparisteel windows, and the main embarkation ramp looked like it was fused shut. Spray-painted on one part of the armour that hadn't been removed yet were the words "MAD STOMP" over a boot print.

"OUR CHARIOT AWAITS!"
Koyi called out as she started climbing up the leg, grabbing a banner that was drooping over the motor pool wall to help her up, but snapping the pole when she put her weight on it, falling back to the ground. As she picked herself up, one of the walker pilots made their way into the cockpit and lowered the entire vehicle to squat on the ground so that everyone could scramble into the topside embarkation hatch, or the hole where the main gun used to sit.


The walker quickly filled up with drunken GADF personnel, and while still standing on the upper hull, Koyi spun the banner that she had been holding onto, using it to point in the general direction of Coronet City as someone started playing music on the walker's external speakers and shouted, "DRIVER MOVE OUT!"

 
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Gress was normally fast asleep at this hour. In his bunk, in the Sphinx.

It had become tradition within the 34th that you sleep in your vics. Not out of obligation, but out of tradition. It was originally a training routine, something that Gress made up to keep his boys familiar with their vics. You eat, sleep, and fight in them. They became your home.

Gress on the other hand...

Tonight, he was hungry.

And Maclunkee's was right there.

What was this commotion?

Not his problem. Not yet.

First food.

 
283rd Air-Assault Pathfinder Battalion


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Nightly perimeter patrols helped calm his mind when Major Lycus Merita couldn't sleep. It was a personal tradition that harkened back to the days where he had been a simple private in the Third nearly a decade ago. By Corellia's moons had it really been that long ago? That day he stepped into the recruitment booth felt like it was just yesterday. He could still feel invisible soot sticking on his hands and face since he'd just left work at the dockyards a few hours later.

He chuckled to no-one has he completed the third round of the razor-wire fence before feeling the ache creep into his bones again. He wanted badly to just allow his head to rest on a nice soft pillow under a heated blanket but he knew sleep wouldn't take him. He had told himself losses that the 283rd had suffered at both Hapes and Woostri were inevitable. Despite many of their brothers and sisters falling in the recent month, his troopers didn't blame him. Lycus had done the best he could in a horrible situation.

So, then, why did he see the faces of the dead every time he fell asleep?

Maybe it was time he stopped bottling all of this up and started talking to a therap-

The ground began to tremble. A Tiger Walker was suddenly trembling out of the gates in front of him and thundering down the road blasting deafening music. Whoever these idiots were they didn't have permission to leave the base.

"Oh, come on!" Lycus cried as he raced to the road, waving his arms up and down, "Stop! Stop!"

The drunken nature and the horrific music choice seemed to drown out any awareness of the diminutive major running aside the walker. In his Pathfinder role his unit often operated deep behind enemy lines as a light mechanized unit. He'd rarely seen the heavy armor in action. Even in all his years serving the GADF it still amazed him how nimble a lumbering creature like the Tiger could be.

Only his relentless fitness allowed him to keep pace with the walker but not for long. It was quickly accelerating. Given the celebratory cheers he could hear emanating from the half-finished vehicle he concluded that these must be the recent graduates.

Now things became even more urgent. He couldn't afford to let these idiots screw up their career before they had even started.

"This is so stupid. What am I doing!" he screamed to nobody but himself. Narrowly dodging being squashed by a footfall he launched himself upwards. Lycus' fingers managed to find a grasp in one of the nooks in the metal. His arms strained as he hauled himself upwards, finding more secure footing on the ladders attached to the side.

"What in the Netherworld's Seven Realms is the meaning of this!?" the graduates on the topside of the walker would find the Pathfinder Major clambering up bellowing at the top of his lungs over the blistering wind.

 

Ysennia was fast asleep in her quarters on Fort Bastion. Since Woostri, the Stormpiercers were given a week of rest before they were on duty. For now, the battalion needed to catch up on sleep before going back on the clock. Ysennia's body clock had been reset from getting two hours of sleep to five hours. Something she had gone through before, but it always sucked. She hoped she could go back to six hours of sleep after her break.

BEEPBEEPBEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEP

BEEPBEEPBEEP

Of course.


Ysennia groaned as she threw the covers off her to reach for her comm unit in her nightgown. "This is Lee." She said groggily. She really hoped the call would be nothing. She really wanted to fething sleep. But her expression became befuddled as she remained on the call. An officer from the military police was panicking as she listened to his stressed ramblings. "Captain slow down... A broken walker from the motor pool?" Ysennia sighed and covered her face. "Alright I'll handle it."

Ysennia assembled a couple of ziio's from the Stormpiercer's air assault company to depart from base and essentially make sure the walker didn't end up crashing into a building. It was 3 am so there shouldn't be anyone on the road. The plan was try to get the walker to pullover and if that didn't work, board the walker and commandeer it while apprehending the culprits. Since they were a platoon, Ysennia took two platoons where each one had a gunship. She would try to dissuade the platoon from whatever it was they were trying to do and take them back to base in an extra pair of empty gunships to take them back.

Their spotlights were on as they followed the road down to find the walker as it was being driven at a snail's pace. "We're approaching the target now, ma'am." The pilot said. "Take us in." She said.

The gunship opened their side door and descended to be above the walker. Meanwhile, the other three circled in a pattern with spotlights hitting the walker and circling around Ysennia's gunship.

Ysennia pulled out a loudspeaker, "Hey troopers. We having a good night?" Ysennia's voice blared to the walker, hoping someone would respond.


 



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Zane had seen some crazy things in his time flying for the Alliance, but this? This was a new one. He had just wrapped up a long day at the flight simulators, running new recruits through the basics of evasive maneuvers — because apparently, a surprising number of young pilots thought they were invincible. His plan for the evening had been simple: grab some food, maybe hit a cantina for a drink and then crash for the night.

But as he stepped out onto one of Coronet City's main thoroughfares, the ground beneath his feet started to tremble.

Zane frowned, tilting his head as he caught the distinct thud-thud-thud of something big moving in the distance. He turned toward the sound just in time to see a Walker barreling down the street, half of its armor plating missing, blaring music at full blast. Inside, a group of clearly wasted GADF soldiers were chanting something. It took him a second to make it out over the music and the mechanical stomping of the walker.

"PANCAKES!"

Zane blinked. Then blinked again.

"What the actual—?"


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Stitches and topical bacta-gel, bandages. Remove, rinse, repeat. The whistling bird of that bounty hunter did a number on the left side of his face and he was getting cabin fever in the medbay.

Ever since his talk with master Si at the Maclunkee's relied freighter on Lazerian IV he found himself occasionally returning to the fast-food chain. Maybe there was something addictive in the food, he never really cared much for food beyond avoiding scarcity and maintaining his strength.

He found himself unable to sleep. Making an appearance at the GADF graduation for cross-departmental support thankfully permitted him to remain in armor, avoiding any undue attention from his injury. It wasn't the injury that kept him awake, but the bounty. Rather, the one who placed it. A woman he never thought he'd see again. Eivii Eivii forced her way back into his life.

Ah kark this

Nos shook the thoughts away, tossed on off-dutt clothing and walked the still dark streets to the closest Maclunkee's, following the smell as he approached. Better to brood on the musings of a Jedi master than an ex-turned-slaveowner now.

The Zeltron agent ordered the same thing he always did. Combo #2, large, with water. Same thing Jonyna Si Jonyna Si encouraged him to try. Double Maclunkee with Bantha cheese. Mouthwatering Greasy meditation in a paper bag.

Then he heard a familiar voice. And the clunking of large steps on ferrocrete.

Ysennia pulled out a loudspeaker, "Hey troopers. We having a good night?"

Now listening closer, he caught a rallying cry for Pancakes.

Nos's brooding on distant women and planets ceased.

It sounded like an emergency order of pancakes was necessary, lest inebriated operation of heavy machinery cause an issue, and promising young recruits experience their first reprimand.

Nos couldnt help but laugh at the sheer absurdity and timing of what he now witnessed, the first time in what felt like months.

"I think you'd best start making pancakes before the vanguard arrives" Nos said when he caught his breath. "Put it on my tab".

Lady Sylvia Organa Lady Sylvia Organa would probably love to hear about this when he returned from medical leave.

 



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For once, Valery had no mission. No urgent Jedi business, no crises to avert — just a quiet evening to herself in Coronet City. She had spent the better part of the afternoon wandering the bustling markets, indulging in the rare luxury of personal time. Her bags, filled with a few small essentials and some toys for the kids, rested beside her at the edge of a polished wooden table. The dim glow of the restaurant's lighting reflected against the deep red of her wine glass, the rich scent of grilled nerf steak filling the air.

It had been too long since she let herself enjoy something as simple as a good meal.

The restaurant was small, tucked into a quieter district away from the main crowds. A perfect place to escape from the chaos of daily life. Outside, the neon signs flickered, casting shifting hues of blue and violet across the window. She exhaled softly, letting herself settle, savoring the first bite of her meal.

Then, the ground trembled.

The vibrations were faint at first — so subtle that most patrons hardly noticed. But Valery did. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth as she focused, her senses sharpening. Another tremor followed, stronger this time, rattling the glass of water at her table. The restaurant hushed slightly as a few diners exchanged wary glances, uncertain but not yet alarmed.

Then came the sound.

A deep, mechanical thud-thud-thud, heavy footfalls that carried an unmistakable weight. Not speeders, not civilian traffic — something much bigger. She turned toward the window, gaze narrowing as the neon glow outside was suddenly disrupted by the silhouette of something massive. Metal limbs moved with practiced, mechanical precision.

A walker.

What in the hells is a walker doing here?



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Fortunately for all involved, the Drunken Task Force and Sober OpFor, since the walker was heavily damaged and undergoing repairs, it couldn't manage to pick up enough speed to be dangerous to anyone involved, though it did pull a little to the left the driver wasn't too drunk and managed to keep it under control. So when the Pathfinder major Lycus Merita Lycus Merita managed to climb up onto the walker's upper hull, assisted by one of the drunker graduates who assumed he was just a latecomer to the party, along with the troopers who didn't fit inside. He'd find it quite the simple task to stabilize himself, though if he'd be able to stay on his feet from the mental shock of hearing several graduates chanting for pancakes as the walker continued it's leasurly pace towards the nearest Maclunkee's was totally on him.

As the Graduates' target, the glorious illuminated sign that promised sweet and greasy breakfast food started to come into sight, the second of the spoil sports arrived on scene, a group of gunships orbiting above the walker with one of them coming in low enough to shout back and forth.

Ysennia Lee Ysennia Lee would have her question answered by the Lethan Twi'lek Sargent waving an Allaince banner that she'd gotten from somewhere like a triumphant General on parade, "WE'RE GOING TO MACLUNKEE'S!" Though the words were shouted, since Koyi didn't have any sort of artificial voice magnification, the shout sounded more like a whisper by the time it crossed the gap and got muddled up by the engines and music being blasted.

Those in or around the Maclunkee's; Gress D'ran Gress D'ran , Zane Cameron Zane Cameron , Nos Voros Nos Voros , and Valery Noble Valery Noble would see the walker suddenly shift direction off the road and into the greenery as the mostly empty parking lot came into the driver's view.

The chanting of "PANCAKES! PANCAKES! PANCAKES!" Seemed to be rising in volume and intensity as the troopers got closer to their goal.

Unfortunately for them, their walker's only functional drive motivator gave out on the lawn between the Maclunkee's and the road, for everyone else, it seemed to be the best case scenario as the walker couldn't wreak any havok and wouldn't block the roads until something with heavy lift capacies could get out her and haul it back. This didn't deter many of the graduates, however, who started to bail out of or off the walker and make a run for the breakfast establishment, including Koyi, who led the charge with the banner snapping and flapping as she ran.


 



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Zane stood there for a solid five seconds, watching the absolute spectacle unfold before him. A half-broken walker, blasting music, carrying a squad of overly enthusiastic, very intoxicated Alliance soldiers, all chanting pancakes like it was some kind of holy war cry.

And now, they were stampeding toward Maclunkee's.

He exhaled sharply, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "Well, hell," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Guess that's where the party's at."

With an easy shrug, he turned on his heel and started after them, weaving through the stragglers still spilling out of the walker like it was some kind of clown transport. One particularly enthusiastic trooper almost barreled straight into him, but Zane just sidestepped with the kind of lazy ease that came from not being blackout drunk.

By the time he reached the Maclunkee's entrance, the red-skinned Twi'lek at the front — leading the charge, actually — was already making a break for the doors, an Alliance banner flapping dramatically in her grip. The sheer energy of it all was infectious, and Zane found himself grinning despite himself.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess I'm having pancakes."

With that, he pushed the door open and followed the chaos inside.




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Gress had beaten anyone to the punch, having arrived at the Maclunkee's about 15 minutes earlier.

He was in the middle of a waffle when the commotion started. Something about a stolen walker, drunken graduates, and a Ziio overhead. Gress just smirked, reminded of his own days as a fresh faced graduate of the academy, but one who had been near hand-picked for greater things. Chit like this?

This is what the grunts got up to.

From his table in the back, he watched as the drunken horde started piling in. Gress just kept to himself, and watched the boys looking for a good meal.

He'd make himself known when the time came. For now, he was having some damn good waffles.

 

The chanting and celebrating from the inebriated troopers was a cause for concern. Driving expensive hardwire in such a state was a nightmare waiting to happen. There were no weapons of course, but what was stopping the troopers from crashing the walker into the Maclunkee's? Pretty hard to do anyway when you were on the throughfare of Coronet City. The Maclunkee's was only a few feet away anyway. Ysennia was not looking to fall asleep any time soon and seeing that these troopers were just looking for pancakes, bringing two platoons to fight over a broken walker would be overkill. If anything went wrong, Ysennia could just pass the blame to the MP's for letting the infantry do their job for them just cause a walker was hijacked.

Ysennia looked over to the officer beside her. "You in the mood for pancakes, Varis?"

The young human lieutenant shrugged. Ysennia just smiled. He knew he didn't have a choice of getting out of this, so might as well partake in some greasy and sugary food before to make this all worthwhile.

"This is Stormpiercer Actual, Quosit will wait outside while Anvil goes inside to make sure our newest alumni don't cause millions of credits in property damage. Everyone else return to base."

The three gunships made their way back to Fort Bastion while Ysennia went on comms with the ziio's pilot. "Shyrus, trail the walker until it gets to the Maclunkee's and touchdown by the entrance."

"Ma'am. With all due respect. I want a pay raise for dealing with this."

Ysennia smirked as she knew the money would be coming from her own account and not the defense force budget. Still, if Ysennia essentially bribed one of her pilots with witnesses, it wouldn't do well for her reputation. "I'll give you a break from the gunship and I'll pick up the tab at Maclunkee's." Ysennia made sure to emphasize the tab for the soldiers on board so she can not only entice the soldiers to participate, but also tell her troops that she was going to do more to compensate them for being called out at an inconvenient time.

"Deal."

As the walker parked outside the restaurant, the gunship eventually followed and landed a few paces away and followed the drunk troopers into the restaurant. As she walked in, she was surprised to know that not just grunts were coming out to get a late night snack at Maclunkee's. "Nos?" She said to Nos Voros Nos Voros the towering zeltron. "I really should've gotten that black eye checked for you." Ysennia said, referring to their first encounter.

 
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Side Story: The Hangover

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Lycus stumbled off the walker as it crashed into the parking lot. He barely dodged the tsunami wave of Cadets that poured out of the Tiger. He wasn't sure there was a defensive line in the Galaxy that could have stopped that onrushing tide of inebriated young. He followed along and passed through the doors of the establishment where he spotted Ysennia Lee Ysennia Lee and Nos Voros Nos Voros .

"Major Lycus Merita," He introduced himself to the two. "CO of the 283rd Battalion."

He hadn't had the honor to meet Lee or Nos in person before, though he'd heard of the former. His battalion's air assault role often meant that he rarely met the commanders of other formations. His unit either operated deep behind enemy lines or left the battlefield after establishing a bridgehead to set up another one.

"How do we want to handle this?" he looked around at the mayhem being unleashed inside the joint. "They're young, and they've got careers ahead of them. Given how many losses we took at Woostri, I don't think we can afford to have a new batch of cadets kicked out before they enter the battlefield. So far, they've done nothing that a few days in the brig won't cover. The problem is I'm afraid of what they'll do now that could give the MPs ammunition to revoke their graduations."

The sound of crashing plates echoed through Maclunkees, sending a wince down Lycus' face.

 
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"Nos?" the towering zeltron. "I really should've gotten that black eye checked for you."

Nos let out a polite chuckle and greeted the two GADF officers appropriately
"Thankfully, this time I have a hostile to blame instead of a countertop." He replied to Ysennia Lee Ysennia Lee , then turned to address the rather appropriately concerned Lycus Merita Lycus Merita . "As far as early career mistakes go, I personally find the only casualties being synth-turf lawn and a displaced walker to be a relatively tame loss."

Lycus had a point, however. Looking at the joyous celebrants, Nos felt a soft spot for them - and a premature mourning for the trials they would eventually go through. This could be the last fond memories of academy life before they were sent to the front.

Something unusual stirred Nos's typically cold heart. Maybe this was a poor idea, but...

"It is convenient that the SIA is present," Nos said slyly. "I could take over the investigation of this... inter-departmental incident, and naturally, all evidence and testimony would be sealed from the public until such a time as the case is ready to be reviewed."

The implication, of course, was that the case would not see the light of day for a lengthy duration considering the case priority - perhaps information would be released once the initiates have a robust enough service record to outweigh the infringement for public perception — if this was something both officers seemed amenable too.

"That's not to say this should be completely overlooked." Nos sipped from the bendy straw of his cup. "If I was their CO, I could see this as an enthusiastic request for additional P.T. and designated latrine duty, but alas, I'm just a Zeltron at a Maclunkee's right now"

 


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Koyi planted her looted GA banner in a plant right next to the entrance where it fluttered victoriously lightly in the pre-dawn breeze, her slowing to do so allowed several of the other graduates with her to get into the building first, tripping on each other and having to scramble so they didn't great trampled by the next wave of graduates rushing in. Koyi hauled up one of the graduates, the walker driver, who hadn't quite been able to pull themselves up to their feet and was about to get trampled by the drunkest of the graduates.

"Keeeeep on your feet sooldier!" Koyi said, slurring her words slightly as the alcohol rushed through her system.

Koyi shoved the driver into a booth to make sure they weren't going to get stepped on as she crowded as the sixth member of a four-being booth and grabbed up a menu placing an order for the biggest plate of pancakes and the greasiest plate of sausages and eggs. And when the food finally arrived, she and most of the other GADF graduates just indescribably pilled credits on the table until the server looked happy, so at least the tips were good for dealing with their rowdiness.


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Valery stood slowly, the half-eaten steak abandoned as the tremors rumbled through the city streets beyond the window. The thudding grew louder still, followed by the unmistakable sound of distant shouting — chaos brewing just outside. She exhaled through her nose, controlled but annoyed.

So much for a quiet night.

Still, there wasn't any immediate danger, not yet. And that left time for a detour. Her gaze swept the restaurant until it settled on a man in the back — calm, collected, utterly unbothered. His fork cut cleanly into a waffle, his posture relaxed like he'd seen worse before breakfast.

That alone made him interesting.

Valery stepped away from her table, snagging a plate of freshly delivered waffles from the server's tray as she passed — much to the server's confusion — and approached his booth with a faint smirk playing at her lips.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked. Without really waiting for an answer, she slid into the seat across from him, setting the plate down with a soft clink of porcelain. Her fiery amber eyes studied him for a moment — not exactly suspicious, just curious.

"You seem... a little too calm for someone sitting in a restaurant that's apparently being approached by a walker." A pause. Then, casually, "You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?"







 
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This damn break from work was the worst time in Tarw's life. All that he could think on was what had happened on Bogano. The deaths... The line he had crossed as his duty as a soldier. Tarw couldn't stop his mind from sinking further and further into a spiral of depression and fury. A fire lit inside the soldier that he had not felt before the mission and one that he knew that he would never be able to just let go. There was never going to be Tarw before that mission again.

He was different. Broken. Colder.

There was no longer the desires to seek out a team. Others held him back, that's what he learned. He survived where others died because they were too weak to keep up. They would never survive on the missions that Tarw was going to be jumping into. Tarw had tried to bring them along, tried to train others. It failed and now he was alone.

Alone with a few cans in hand and a drunken stupor of a walk. His day had been spent drinking in many cantinas that he could, and when he couldn't do that any more, he brought some cans to drink and keep the drunkenness going on. It made him feel cheery and he was not stewing in the dark thoughts that plagued his mind forever now. Tarw had a stubble going from the lack of care to his appearance as the drunken mess of a large man stumbled through the streets. Finishing a can, he opened another immediately afterwards, chugging down the can as he heard some shouting from the distance.

The war cry of the hungry drunks. It was a call that Tarw knew well himself and he stumbled towards the noise. Shuffling along like a drunk zombie. Draining the remaining cans as quickly as he could. Knowing that he would be unable to take them into the food establishment. Maclunkees, he hadn't heard of the place before today but apparently they did pancakes. Entering the restaurant, Tarw looked around and raise his hands into the air with a large grin on his lips.

"PANCAKES! GIVE ME PANCAKES!" Tarw shouted, figuring that must be the best item for a drunk on the menu.
 

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"Rowdy recruits, trying to party." Gress said simply, looking up. "I'm more curious what you're doing, Master Jedi. Crl. Gress D'ran, 34th Armored. I take it you're taking a day off?"

It wasn't often Gress got to talk to Jedi. Being locked away in his walker usually meant he didn't interact with the boys on the ground much, let alone the heroes of the battlefield.

He paused, looking to the drunk idiots stumbling in. "Figured I'd bail them all out at the end of the night. Don't want an entire batch of new graduates getting stripped of rank for one stupid prank. What do you think?" He asked, taking another bite of his pancake. "I could pull rank, get them all in trouble, but...they're just drunk kids, ya know?"

 

Ysennia's troops had taken a booth besides the drunk troops led by the twi'lek sergeant. Ysennia had decided to use this time to connect with some of her colleagues.

"Lieutenant Colonel Lee, CO of the 42nd Assault Battalion." She said to Major Merita. "I've been assigned as the officer to oversee our recent alumni. They're definitely going to be on court martial for this. Stealing military hardware is a pretty serious offense. But look at them." Ysennia said looking back at the sergeant and her men. "They're excited. Just let them have their fun. As long as no one's getting hurt."

It was the early morning and Ysennia didn't want to be here if that wasn't evident enough. If she was gonna be forced to be here than she was going to get a good time out of it, and a good time was some karking pancakes.

"It is convenient that the SIA is present," Nos said slyly. "I could take over the investigation of this... inter-departmental incident, and naturally, all evidence and testimony would be sealed from the public until such a time as the case is ready to be reviewed."

"That's not to say this should be completely overlooked."
Nos sipped from the bendy straw of his cup. "If I was their CO, I could see this as an enthusiastic request for additional P.T. and designated latrine duty, but alas, I'm just a Zeltron at a Maclunkee's right now"

Ysennia chuckled. "I do outrank you captain even in different departments. But I was willing to leave this to the judge when they sobered up." Ysennia sighed with disappointment as she just thought of all the paper work and meetings she had to do the next morning with the military police and JAGs about this whole thing. Not to mention the quartermasters back at Fort Bastion would be ripping their out at these guys. She briefly went to one of the vending machines to get a bottle of water to keep her going. It wasn't good for her to have something to get her through the night.

"Captain of the Senate Commandos, huh?" Ysennia asked Nos. "Didn't think we'd see them agai-" Before she could finish her sentence, she could hear muffled screaming coming from the restrooms. One of her troopers came running out of the corner with a toilet plunger stuck to his face as he was trying to yank it off. Ysennia walked over as a couple of her troops walked over to get him free while one of the drunken troopers was walking out, knees wobbling with laughter.

The troopers were able to get the plunger off and Ysennia walked over to the trooper who had the plunge attached. "Trooper? What happened?"

"THAT FETHER TOOK A PLUNGER FROM THE JANITOR'S CLOSET AND STUCK IT ON MY FACE!" The trooper yelled at the drunk crewman who was in tears of joy.

"You two hold him by one of the booths and don't let him out of your sight." The 'victim' of the plunger attack angrily stomped back to his booth with some of his squamates snickering while a cheeky drunk trooper was trapped in an empty booth with one of Ysennia's men sitting beside him with the other across. Ysennia sighed before he returned to the two officers she was speaking to previously.

"We're in for a long night, gentlemen."
 

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