[center][h1][b][i][color=468746]Luke Teth[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m46nvkWI6e1qaq0qf.gif[/img][hr][b][color=468746]Location:[/color][/b]The Bridge -> Main Hold[hr][/center]

	Glancing over to Stehrr as he came into the Bridge, Luke leaned back from the console and let the Wookiee get to work, he was a better pilot than Luke, and he was content to admit it. Allowing him to plot the hyperspace jump himself as space stretched out before the Raven as they began to make the jump to lightspeed. The hum of the engine was replaced with the quiet screech of space roaring past them before it returned to its calmer sound.

Turning his gaze up to Sutton as she elbowed him, he chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to stand, looking down at her. [b][color=468746]"That a fact? Well, all work 'n' no play'd make Luke a dull boy."[/color][/b] He nudged her back, chuckling as he glanced over to Stehrr and watched as he moved off the bridge. Now that the ship was in hyperspace there wouldn't be a great deal which needed to be done in the Bridge. It was times like this where Luke spent his most time there though, it became the quietest spot on the ship, a little area where the man could get some real peace.

Nodding at her question, he gave a half-lipped smile. [b][color=468746]"S'pose we should, no doubt HK has a brand new idea of how best to kill all the Hutts."[/color][/b] He'd chuckled, reaching down to the PA and bringing it up to his mouth as he cleared his throat. [b][color=468746]"Everyone report to the Main Hold for mission planning."[/color][/b] Setting the PA back down, he'd look back to Sutton, motioning toward the door. [b][color=468746]"After you, princess."[/color][/b] He'd smirk, moving out of the bridge after her, and down the hall into the main hold.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E46067]Kordath Targon[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/colinfirth1.gif?w=620&h=348&crop=1[/img][hr][b][color=E46067]Location:[/color][/b]The Vindicator: Bridge[hr][/center]

	Beaming down at Jaina like a proud father, Kordath leaned forward slightly to allow her kiss on his cheek, he gave her a nod of agreement and watched as she skipped away. Kordath appreciated the uses he could put Jaina to, she was a skill bounty hunter, and her madness made her easily manipulated into conducting all sorts of missions against anyone, and generally one didn't have to worry about questions being asked. But Kordath appreciated Jaina not just as a useful killing-machine, she was like a daughter he never quite had, he'd heard mention among some of the crew that himself and Jesmand were like the girl's adoptive parents, and to a degree, he found the comparison quite apt.

Turning back to the Commodore as she spoke toward him, Kordath let out a hearty chuckle, despite the flatness of her tone. When it came to work, Kordath was always in a good mood, especially when it had the possibility for some interrogation or [i]light[/i] torture. Following after Jesmand as usual, he chuckled again as she began to speak toward Marcel, looking over to the man. [b][color=E46067]"Recording 47-B is a personal favourite if you're showing them 'home movies'."[/color][/b] He'd wink over at Marcel with a smug tone. Targon took great pride in his ability to inflict severe, and rather horrifying agony upon those who he held prisoner. After all, you had to be proud of being good at your job.

As Shira approached Jesmand, a more appropriate and pressing thought pierced through Kordath's mind, while he had of course compiled the report, the knowledge was not widely known. Looking back to Jesmand, Kordath cleared his throat. [b][color=E46067]"Perhaps it would be apt to deliver a short briefing via the Intercom, Commodore, so as to ensure the crew has some idea of what we're getting into this time."[/color][/b]