"No need to sir me, I work for my living. Just do me a favor and make sure the droids get over to the armory and do some weapons calibration tests to make sure their blasters are functioning properly, and bring your personal weaponry along as well. I want to shake everyone's equipment down before the next drop, whatever it is. Then we can talk about putting the droids on sentry duty. I like the idea of having droids that shoot to kill on the locker, given our situation in here." He meant Thanner as much as Slooga or the pirates; the Hutt was no doubt salivating, ugly mental image, at the idea of some sort of Imperial Intelligence agent in the ship. Besk wasn't going to take a chance with those two on board. Heck, Slooga had a price on his head from the Empire too, and hopefully the Sarge was canny enough to remind the old slug of that. 

It frustrated Besk a bit that they had no idea what the next op was, though they'd know in an hour, which was enough time to wash up a bit more and try to get the pounding out from behind his eyes. The Lieutenant could have given them a hint of what they were doing, but Besk took it all in stride -- for the most part, they were a pirate ship's unusually disciplined boarding force. 

The Intruder's crew were old hands at raiding commerce and the Liberators had experienced guerrilas and miners in their ranks that knew how to fight in tight quarters. The truth was, the training on Uslam for conversion from guerrilla to line infantry was tough, but it made them more versatile. They just hadn't been called on those skills yet in any substantial way. The Rebellion just wasn't fighting open pitched battles with an Empire that could overwhelm them at any given point. The strategy was to hit fast and make them constantly react. But when the Empire showed up in force, the Alliance went to ground and just gathered the intel on the movements. Wash, rinse, repeat.