[hr][center][h2][color=0076a3]Commander Aamra Tulez[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

From her days as a lowly grunt all the way to the decorated Committee officer she had become, Aamra was never one to complain or fret over her duties. Even among equals when it was perfectly acceptable to joke or tease about such things, those words wouldn't cross her mind. It was antithetical, both to her faith and to the oath she swore to when she wore this uniform, for her to do otherwise.

S07-1 wasn't going to break her, but not for lack of trying.

Aamra had been oddly quiet, preparing herself for the mission as Raymond detailed the assignment to the rest of the crew, occasionally leveling a glare at the members of the crew considering putting a bullet in the head of this fugitive. She brought up the rear of the group as they departed onto the fueling platform, dressed in khakis, protective goggles, and a light shirt like most of the others, but instead of a scarf she wore a compact re-breather unit of sorts, a tube connected to a tank of compressed water on her back to provide her a steady stream of hydration. It was no problem for her to carry, and she could still fight and move around easily with it strapped on, but with the steady hiss of amplified breathing, it gave the impression that she was on life support. Which, for a Tazygon, was fairly accurate given their hydraulic physiology. She could usually manage a somewhat warmer climate with HydraTonics, a simple injection and she was good for a day or two, but saying that S07-1 was somewhat warm was like saying that the Caltraf were a little bit mean sometimes.

Even with the re-breather though, it felt like she was walking through a fog. There was extra weight to her movements that she wasn't used to having, and her luminescence glowed without pause from the extreme conditions. Needless to say she looked quite obviously out of place in a dusty desert rock like this, but compared to the alternative of baking alive in seconds, it was tolerable. Even if it made her something of a liability on a mission like this one; a giant glowing space lizard with a mask full of water wasn't exactly going to be overlooked.

Still, she traipsed into the bar after Raymond, a sliver of relief from the slight drop in the heat, as she kept her eyes open for anyone of note or notable enough that they would have some information.