[hr][hr][center][h1][color=royalblue]Corrina Sorovia[/color][/h1][img]https://67.media.tumblr.com/758b1269706a29c8f7a5fea02080e2c9/tumblr_o9gn38C2lL1s3ulybo5_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Raven, Dormitory --> Main Hold[/center][hr]
If there was one thing Corrina despised about her work with the Republic, it was all those [i]blasted[/i] reports Mon Mothma demanded she write following their missions. The general idea was that she would summarize the events of the diplomatic meetings, provide short insight on the other party's motivations and desires, and suggest how to move forward with them, whether the mission was a success or not. Corrina's issue was not with the content of her reports, it was how she was meant to go about it. She found writing reports so bland, and would much rather relay the information face to face. But protocol was protocol, and Corrina was in no position to argue with a system that had worked for her for over a decade.

She had just wrapped up her report when she heard Luke barge onto the ship, his footsteps as heavy as a rancor's. She could all but grin as the crew tossed around banter about a mutiny; after the peace and success of Taris, the crew was in a positive mood. [color=royalblue]"Captain, if we were to plan a mutiny, I assure you we'd come up with a more elaborate plan than murdering you in the main hold,"[/color] Corrina smirked, taking a seat. She refreshed her memory about their upcoming mission - Tatooine. The Hutts. Not particularly a mission she looked forward to, but Corrina was well-trained enough to be confident in their success. At the very least, the crew would have some time to work out the kinks of their plan to approach the Hutts. Much of it rested on Corrina and Kayala's ability to sweet-talk the Hutts into a deal with the Republic, but should they fail, there would surely be need of an escape plan.

At least Corrina could say she did her homework on the Hutts. All they [i]really[/i] wanted was to be left alone; they couldn't really care where their money went as long as they had food and Twi'lek dancers. The Republic's pitch would be more appealing. The Hutts would provide support to the Republic in order to fight the Empire, and they'd be left alone to do whatever it is they did when nobody was looking. At least they wouldn't be cracking down on the Hutts in every corner of the galaxy like the Imperials were. Corrina considered it a surefire pitch, but you never actually knew what you were getting into with Hutts.

As Kayala wandered by, Corrina raised a hand to attract her attention. [color=royalblue]"Kayala, what do you know about our upcoming mission? Do you have any experience with the Hutts?"[/color] Kayala likely had a face for being on Tatooine, already, but Corrina figured it would be best to work out the kinks of whatever face Kayala would bear for their mission sooner, rather than later.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=red]Shira Jen[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d0230d6ca3a9e374090325cbd3626a01/tumblr_ms3y1f2erW1r7hjkqo6_r1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Vindicator[/center][hr][hr]
[color=red]"Explain something to me."[/color]

"I'm not talking to you."

[color=red]"If you stormtroopers are supposed to be the face of the Empire, how come you dipshits get killed so damn often? Don't you think that looks bad?"[/color]

No response.

[color=red]"Or why you couldn't hit the broad side of a sandcrawler if it was right in your face? Do you even get any kind of target practice? Or can you not see out of those helmets?"[/color]

The trooper adjusted his footing slightly. Shira smirked, taking a step forward and looking up into the taller trooper's eyes. Or, what she thought were eyes. It was hard to tell with the helmets and all.

[color=red]"Aww, did I strike a nerve that time? Lemme guess, your best accuracy rating at the firing range this week was sub-30 percent, wasn't it?"[/color] She gave the poor stormtrooper on duty a cold smile. She stared into the soulless helmet for several more seconds, before she began to walk away from his post guarding the hangar bay door. [color=red]"I think we had a good chat today. I think I'll come back next time you're on duty so we can continue it further,"[/color] Shira called back, waving as she walked away. Prodding the stormtroopers on the Vindicator was always a good way to kill time; "Imperial discipline" too often kept the grunts from fighting back, and Shira loved to watch them squirm.

She made it a good fifty feet before the speakers began to blast a certainly-not-Imperial-sanctioned song throughout the ship. It took about two bars before Shira put two and two together: [color=red]"Jaina."[/color] Muttering to herself about how she'd [color=red]"toss that crazy bitch back into an asylum,"[/color] Shira headed for the bridge. After all, there weren't too many people on the ship that Jaina would actually listen to, and Shira needed to shut this shit up before she developed a headache.

Finding Jaina spinning around in the Commodore's chair dancing to the song was just about exactly what Shira expected. She slowly walked up to Jaina, taking a seat on the floor next to her. [color=red]"Hey you, ya fuckin' psycho,"[/color] Shira half-shouted over the song. [color=red]"What do you think will happen when the Commodore gets back, huh? She finds us here blasting your favorite song, and guess what she's gonna do."[/color] Shira stood, leaning over the arm of the chair and hanging her head in front of Jaina's. [color=red]"She's gonna lecture us for an hour like she did the last time you pulled a stunt like this, and then you're gonna be forced to take your meds again. So how about you turn off this song and get out of this chair before I have to drag your crazy ass off the bridge myself?"[/color]