Grey smoke gently floated in the air, resting against the ceiling before it was sucked away by the vents. It stank of tabac, a distinctive odor that often made people cringe at the stench. Those in the room that could inhale the smell were far too used to it to do such a thing, the originator of the smoke was an armored Quarren. In one of his gloved hands was a ciggara, which the smoke seeped from. Tabac wrapped in rough paper, it was a nasty habit which calmed Zulhg's mind. He held the ciggara between his fingers as he read a datapad, a message from their commanding officer. His squadmates spoke around the room as they all prepared for the next mission.

"I have a few friends at Nar Shaddaa, they know the black market well. Could ship us some weapons that we wouldn't be able to get otherwise," PFC. Venka Janrenk stated, his hands rested on a table, weapons of all kinds spread out on top of it. "These blasters are good, but it's always good to have as much firepower as we can. Especially if we're dealing with the Empire. Can't bring down an AT-AT with a A280."

"Nar Shaddaa is a filthy world, we'd better not be dealing with the Hutts." PFC. Zesson stated as he did one final equipment check. The newest member of Chain-Breaker Squad, the Gotal had his arms crossed as he spoke. Slung over his shoulder was a compact blaster shotgun. 

"They're not employed by any dirty slug, I don't ask where they get the weapons, I just know their reliable and reasonable with their prices." Venka replied as he hooked another grenade to the belt of his armor. He was the medic in the squad, in charge of keeping them all alive. It was not an easy job but nothing within the Alliance was.

On one of the side of the room the two hairest members of the squad quietly conversed amongst themselves. A muscular Yuzzem, his fair a medium gray shade. He wore a few pieces of metal over his heavily furred exterior. A thick chest and stomach piece with shoulder pads, the Alliance insignia painted on one side of the chest plating. In his clawed hands he held a DLT-19 Heavy Blaster, it was normally an Imperial issue weapon. PFC. Jaa pulled it from the hands of a dead Stormtrooper and took a liking to the blaster. The other hairy being, a dark brown haired wookie, let out a deep laugh. CPL. Zaghirr used the typical bowcaster his species were known to carry. He clenched it in one massive paw, his vibrosword hooked to his belt near it. 

Two of the highest ranking soldiers in the squadron stood near Lt. Bens, SGT. Pana Bren the Givin sniper and 'brains' of the group was doing complicated calculations in his mind. A way for him to mentally prepare for whatever they'd encounter next. His sniper rifle rested against the wall as his skeletal facial features showed deep focus. Near him an Ugnaught carefully pieced together a makeshift bomb, dozens of small bits and pieces were spread around the device as CPL. Onhar Delstee created yet another explosive for his arsenal. He was short in stature, but the best amongst the squad when it came to machinery. His weapon of choice was a heavy blaster pistol, but the soldier had all manner of explosives to choose from.

The sound of a heavy boot twisting against the floor caused each of the soldiers to glance at their leader. Zulhg had dropped his cigarra after he had taken long smoke from his it. The flame extinguished underneath his foot, as the smoke seeped from his mouth. Then he spoke, his voice deep and guttural in tone. 

"So we didn't lose any of our own at Anaxes, we got lucky, left with just burns and bruises. But our fellow Rebels we not as lucky as us. We're gonna claim some Imperial dogtags, comrades. Now I think we should get a running tally going amongst ourselves, whoever bags the most Stormies gets a prize. What it will be I do not know. You'd best be honest though, soldiers. I know when you all lie." Zulhg smirked then winked. 

"Might even catch us a Moff, one of them stuck up sleemos. We'll meet with Captain Besk shortly to go over the full plan for our squad. Get yourselves ready." The Quarren added as he finished his speech. Chain-Breaker Squad was as ready as ever.