[center][h1][color=00aeef]Captain Dev Arx[/color][/h1][/center]
[sub][i]On-board The Forward Thrust, entering the Sloo Sector of the Outer Rim[/i][/sub][hr]

[i][color=00aeef]Right hook. Block. Counter, right jab. Follow-through.[/color][/i]

The female Zabrak took a step back, only to fall down onto her right knee as she held her palms up in defeat. Before Captain Dev Arx could open his mouth, she barked out. [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, I leave my right side open when I lose my balance. I get it. You've only said it a thousand times."[/color] She grit her teeth as she slowly stood back up, rubbing the sore spot on her chin where Dev had gotten a good hit in. 

The Captain nodded while he removed the wraps around his hands. He had been going hard on Hit lately when it came to hand-to-hand training. The glorified security detail was only about an hour away from touching down for their first major assignment: Make contact with a Rodian politician by the name of Jat Kaal in the frigid wasteland of Vandor to begin preliminary negotiations in getting Vandor to join the New Republic. Of course, as of the moment, Dev and Hit had the easy job of simply piloting the ship down and making sure Rexalia didn't walk into a trap.

As if on cue, the Twi'lek diplomat sauntered into the makeshift training room and armory that used to serve as a lounge. She was clearly dressed for the occasion, sporting an all white jumpsuit with a white fur coat. If Dev didn't know any better, it looked as if she were going on a vacation and not walking into a potential ambush. Rexa gave her usual wide smile to the two SpecForce operatives, making rather exaggerated and wild hand motions while speaking in a rather bubbly tone. [color=0072bc]"We've got a few minutes before dropping out of Light Speed. Are you done wrestling so we can have our briefing?"[/color] Dev gave a nod, and the three moved out into the large central chamber of [i]The Forward Thrust[/i] all standing around the holoterminal at the center.

Rexa quickly began setting up the briefing, with a world map of Vandor appearing on screen. A large red dot appeared on a spot on the planet's surface, and the Twi'lek began talking as the holographic projection zoomed in on that spot to reveal a topographical map of the area. [color=0072bc]"Jat Kaal was the Imperial appointed Spaceport Minister on Vandor. Since the Empire's fall and decline of direct influence on the region, the small government Vandor has developed declared the planet 'independent.' The unfortunate reality is that Jat Kaal seems to have reliable intel that the Empire is still making use of Vandor's resources and facilities, and that the recent government that has cropped up is run by former Imperial officers. The report I received suggests that Minister Kaal was hesitant to reveal any further information, and requested a direct meeting to negotiate terms. He left a coded message with coordinates for a meeting spot."[/color]

By this point, the topographical map revealed a rather mountainous landscape. The red dot pointed to a mesa protected on three sides by mountainous ridges, while the other side dropped off towards a frozen over lake. Rexa took a half step backwards as Dev approached the map, pointing to various spots as he spoke. [color=00aeef]"We're going to do a pass over the area first. We're going to do a slow flyby. Weather conditions indicate to a mild storm in the region, which will muddy any scans we do. Nevertheless, Hit, I want you running some basic scans in rotations every five minutes. We're going to pass by this flat bit of ridge here. This'll be the LZ for my low drop, and I'll check vantage points along the ridge to make sure we're clear of snowmen. Once I signal the all-clear, you will land on the ridge and await your rendevous. I'll be on overwatch in case things get dicey. Any questions?"[/color]

Hit gave an inquisitive nod, her tongue running along her molars for a moment before voicing her question. [color=ed1c24]"Concealed or Open?"[/color]

Dev gave a short nod and turned his gaze to Rexa. [color=00aeef]"Is the target expecting New Republic operatives?"[/color]

[color=0072bc]"His cipher indicated it was meant for Alliance Intelligence."[/color]

Dev turned his gaze back to Hit, his expression stoic and voice rather monotone. [color=00aeef]"Open. Pack for a tussle, but don't pack heavy."[/color]

Rexa looked between Dev and Hit for a second, shaking her head as she was able to decipher the lingo. [color=0072bc]"I'm sorry, but do we really need to be flaunting weapons in front of potential allies? That's not very friendly."[/color]

Dev sighed as he folded his arms and stood up as straight as he could, towering a good seven inches above Rexa. [color=00aeef]"My mission parameters are to keep you safe at all costs. The profile on Minister Kaal was inconclusive on whether he's being used as a pawn for an Imperial presence on Vandor, or if he's working for a local crime syndicate. If Kaal has company, I want it made clear that we aren't to be messed with."[/color]

Rexa's lips curled into a frustrated frown as she gave a slightly indignant grunt. While she didn't entirely agree with Dev's plan, there wasn't much she could do about it either. She could tell that his mind was set. With that, Dev relaxed a bit and let his hands rest on his utility belt at his sides. [color=00aeef]"Alright. We should be dropping out of light speed any moment."[/color]