[hr][hr][center][h1][color=royalblue]Corrina Sorovia[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/917b6e6679d1f21733d48f672e5172b6/tumblr_inline_mlqkh7XrO51qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Main Hold[/center][hr]
Corrina shook her head lightly. [color=royalblue]"I never said we had to buy our parts, either. I'm sure the crew is more than capable of swindling merchants of their starship parts, as well,"[/color] the senator suggested, shrugging nonchalantly as if to detach herself from the responsibility of her idea. After Luke left for the bridge, Corrina began to settle into her spot in the main hold, preparing for the hyperspace jump. She had always loved traveling the galaxy; the thought of being able to move from system to system in a relatively short amount of time given the distance always excited Corrina. The freedom of exploring the galaxy was one of the reasons she had initially run away from home as a child, though the realities of life in the galaxy and Corrina's limited skillset ultimately brought her to her current position, as a key cog in expanding the Republic's influence in a galaxy desperately in need of hope.

Corrina's suggestion to Luke left herself wondering exactly how far this crew would be willing to go to get the job done, though. She hadn't yet been with the crew during a particularly trying mission, though there was reason to believe that this next one on Tatooine would be their first difficult encounter. Corrina had taken part in numerous missions where her often militant entourage had had to stretch the boundaries of their morality, sometimes to cut corners, and sometimes out of pure survival necessity. Entering moral gray areas was never something Corrina did lightly, as she often was represented as an icon of the Rebellion and the Republic, but gray areas were aplenty in the line of work she found herself in.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=red]Shira Jen[/color][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/5d209cba596209a69085dbbf54b952f5/tumblr_mvjvha36QK1qzaxfso6_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Bridge[/center][hr]
Wrapped up in finalizing the details of the route, Shira took a moment before looking up from the computer and to Commodore Cartchri. Shira wasn't exactly the most skilled when it came to plotting courses, so it took her a little bit longer than it would a trained individual. As she heard Jesmand's command, Shira smirked. She rarely had such access to the ship's announcement system, so she resolved to fully enjoy this opportunity while it lasted.

Shira adjusted her position to the shipwide broadcast microphone, cleared her throat, and activated the system. [color=red]"All hands on board the Vindicator, if I may have your attention, please. Your friendly neighborhood freelance TIE pilot, Shira Jen, here. We'll be departing for the Anchorhead settlement momentarily; I have personally ensured that this will be a quick ride, if a little bumpy. So get your asses strapped down to something, because I, quite frankly, do not give a shit if you get hurt. Thanks for your time,"[/color] Shira made sure to disable the system before slipping in, [color=red]"you useless fuckasses."[/color]

She stepped away from the computer, before retreating to an all-too familiar position waiting on Jesmand's shadow. Shira's relationship with Commodore Cartchri intrigued her. She often considered herself more of the lone wolf type, dependent on no one but herself. But somehow the Commodore captured Shira's respect, and Shira fell in line faster than she could pull of an aileron roll in a TIE fighter. Part of her disliked deferring to Commodore Cartchri's command, but enough of her found reason to continue doing so to prevent Shira from doing anything about it.