[hr][hr][center][h1][color=red]Shira Jen[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d9904860182019be0c407ddf41dd0d0e/tumblr_n2ez58KxAp1r60h6bo1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Bridge[/center][hr]
Shira let out a small smirk as Commodore Cartchri gave her as much of a compliment as she'd ever really get. It wasn't often that Shira received proper appreciation for anything she did for the Empire, so the little she managed to get from Jesmand was a major pride booster for the woman. She took a moment to appreciate her own work, as well; the tasks were minor, of course, but Shira had long since learned to take pride in as many of her accomplishments as she could.

With a light, quick cough to clear her throat, she approached Jesmand. [color=red]"Commodore, if I could ask a question,"[/color] Shira said with a little more formality than she normally would carry. [color=red]"What exactly is our mission in Anchorhead? Do we have more solid intel on Rebel presence there, or did they mean 'we don't have jack shit for you' when they told us to investigate the situation?"[/color] Despite her colorful choice of language, Shira maintained her formal tone, leaving her about as close to respecting authority as she could realistically get.

Her concerns were that this would be yet [i]another[/i] situation in which Shira was sent running around with minimal reliable information, only to find unsubstantiated rumors and a waste of time and resources. Ever since the loss of the first Death Star, Shira had too often found the Empire pulling the trigger a little too quickly on unreliable intel.