[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ebc79e]Kayala Stalack[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/piCFOdTI3lJgA/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Main Hold[hr][/center]

	Kayala perked a brow at their captains suggestion and visually scoffed at the idea. Leaning up she smirked a bit as she laced her fingers together. [color=ebc79e]"And you want the face who has the appropriate cover and can blend into the setting with both speech and mannerisms to stay behind while the man who can't even keep a piece of gum in his mouth as your back up? Right... Your funeral,"[/color] Kayala said obviously offended. It wasn't often that her emotions showed but she was hired to do a job and that was to be a face in the crowd, not held up on some ship twiddling her thumbs and not putting her skills to use. 

	[color=ebc79e]"Good luck Senator, you'll need it with them,"[/color] she said as she turned and left the meeting. She had her [i]orders[/i] so she felt there was no need to be around them any longer. Making her way to her quarters she shut the door behind her as she started to gather her belongings together and packing them back away. It seemed she would not need them for this mission, if that is what it could be called. Kayala had extensive experience with the Hutts, something that was known and had recently been voiced on the ship when she had spoken with the Senator earlier, and had spent most of the day thus far preparing the face needed. Seemed it was all for not but that was none of her concern anymore. 

	Taking each item she folded it up carefully and stowed it away, clearing her mind once again and focusing on being utilized as a ships protector now. Something that was not in her skill set. Her skills lay in in the verbal and the mental. Yes she could handle herself in a fight and she had escorted the Senator many times in the past for such endeavor's as both back up protection and as a secondary voice. She wondered why the captain would not utilized her for this but pushed the thought out of her mind. He had his reasons even if she did not see them nor agree with his decision. Yet she still felt like she had just been back handed and she wondered if it was time for her to find a better ship to be part of. If her skills were not of use here, she could easily find work where they would be. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Jesmand Cartchri[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/3e1537ff5114cbe20e5698f5573225fa/tumblr_mvk8d7vVzc1sj04gto1_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Vindicator: Conference Room[hr][/center]

	Morgbra kept his mouth shut as he listened and Jesmand took note of what Kordath had to tell them about the mission before them. He seemed a bit too happy for her liking but there was nothing to be done for it; it was how he was. She couldn't deny that he was effective when it came to his job and she was always the first to say that people should enjoy the work they have in front of them but the fact that he seemed to love putting people in pain did rub her the wrong way at times. Some were just in a position of lack of choice. Not all were as lucky as her or Kordath to have dealt with the more positive side of the Empire. 

	Leaning back in her seat she cleared her throat a bit. [color=a187be]"Yes, we want their crew alive, for a multitude of reasons, as well as uninjured as possible. Kordath, please assemble a team of yourself, Kyla, Jania and three others of your choosing for when we reach our destination. The rest of us will stay back and provide overhead support if needed. I want this handled as quickly and as quietly as possible. No big booms unless it is life or death, am I understood?"[/color] she said as she rose from her place and dismissed the Leads from the conference. 

	[color=a187be]"Take care of yourselves, I would hate for the infirmary to be filled come the end of this mission. We set down shortly, so please make haste you have one hour,"[/color] she said before turning on her heels and clasping her hands behind her back as she stepped out of the conference room and down the hall, her feet clacking along the metal with each step she took. Kordath had said some thing's she wanted to think about and a walk always helped her clear her mind. Morbgra sighed as he stood up and straightened his jacket, he hoped certain people would keep it reeled in during this mission.