Time: 2000 Hours
Location: Floating somewhere between Geonosis and Rodia
Objective? Don't drink so much you wake up hungover for morning drills. (Never mind, HAVE FUN AND GO WILD!)
Hundreds of hours on the battlefield, in training, or on duty wore on a soilder. They wore him or her down to the bone, where the armor they wore eventually began to feel like a second skin they could never take off. They would spend time with their brothers and sisters in arms, yes, but always had to be vigilant and it was hard for true bonds of friendship and trust to be formed on a battlefield where those same people could die from anything from a stray laser blast to an exploding land mine.
So when those moments came where a distress signal wasn’t being broadcasted, or a battle want’ needing to be fought, the Dauntless took their relaxation seriously with an air of necessity. Having just completed successful operations on Doldur, Copero, Zonmira, and many other planets for the CIS, it was well past time to find a quiet part of the galaxy to sit and drink. Finding that corner of the galaxy was not easy, but the four Hellspear frigates eventually found themselves somewhere between Rodia and Geonosis, floating in the ever vastness of space.
Most of the Dauntless commandos would be spending their free time on the Rebellious Hawk, since it was well known that the commander of the Dauntless, Luna Terrik, always made sure the best drink managed to make their way onto her ship. It was a running joke that just so happened to also prove true.
For now, while the ships floated in endless space, in the small moments where they were not needed anywhere, the Dauntless would relax and let go. Drink would be passed around the mess halls, the simulator room fully operational for some quick rounds of target practice, and chairs would be pulled up in common rooms where squads and squadmates could gather around and reveal in the stories of days gone by.
During this time, new recruits, such as Kahlil Zambrano and Kelsie Sylvan would meet with the commander of the Dauntless on the bridge of the frigate to figure out where they might fit and find their roll within the esteemed group of commandos. From there, it would not be uncommon to see the redheaded flightless angel herself stop by the mess hall to enjoy some of the good drink that had coincidentally found it’s way onto her ship.
Men and women of Dauntless, we have had so many threads of us fighting together and sharing our lives on the battlefield. This is not a time for that, for this is a time of getting to know each other and developing some IC relations with out characters. Have a drink, converse with each other, maybe even go to the ship’s shooting range. This is a big BYOO thread for socializing within the Dauntless. Have fun, and Luna will be joining with the partying shortly.
Edited by Eternal Fallen Angel, 20 March 2019 - 10:17 AM.