[center][h1][color=00aeef]Captain Dev Arx[/color][/h1][/center]
[sub][i]The Forward Thrust, Corubalni Spaceport, Vandor[/i][/sub][hr]

Dev was shocked as the transmission ended over the holotable in the main chamber. Hit seemed ambivalent, but Rexa was pissed. As for the Rodian politician... he immediately began pacing and muttering under his breath. As soon as Rexa took a moment to breathe, she turned to the Rodian and stopped him. [color=0072bc]"Minister Kaal, we will return as soon as possible. Alright? In fact, as you heard, Republic operatives will be here soon with a more official protection detail. The Republic does not turn their backs on those who reach out for aid."[/color]

The Twi'lek's voice seemed comforting enough that the Rodian was able to slowly nod his head. Dev even bothered to chime in as he began moving over to the armory. [color=00aeef]"The Imperials think you're dead, and Kesslar has been dealt with. If you lie low, you should be fine until Republic operatives find you."[/color]

That last voice of confidence was enough for Minister Kaal, who quickly left [i]The Forward Thrust[/i] with his hood up to find his way back to his residence. As Dev quickly began moving the weapons into a hidden compartment in the floor of the armory, a quick glance showed that Rexa wasn't buying it. The Captain sighed, got up and motioned for Hit to finish hiding the weapons. Rexa made her way to the cockpit, and Dev followed. [color=00aeef]"Rexa, we have-"[/color]

If that usually bubbly Twi'lek had a look that could kill, the look she flashed her Captain would be it. Even the hardened commando stopped speaking for a moment as the Twi'lek took the pilot's seat. Dev sat down as co-pilot as the Twi'lek was simply shaking her head, her jaw clenched, before speaking. [color=0072bc]"We aren't done here. We had Kaal right where we wanted him... and now we would have to rebuild that trust. That is, if the Imperials don't catch wind that he's alive or has a connection to the New Republic. And who knows how long it will take-"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"We have orders."[/color] While Dev's tone was softer than usual, it was still firm. His eyes were locked on Rexa, who closed her eyes to avoid having to see her Captain staring at her. [color=00aeef]"Command has ordered us back to base for a mission critical to the New Republic's push for the Core. I understand that you're angry, but I need you and Hit to be on top of your game. We'll have a full debrief on Chandrilla. Once that mission is clear we can return here to finish our work."[/color] Dev gave a slight nod and was silent as Rexa began flicking switches and getting the craft ready for takeoff. He began doing his part, and [i]The Forward Thrust[/i] was up in no time. But as the ship began pulling away from the rather quiet spaceport, Dev looked back to the woman who had recruited him into the Rebel Alliance nearly a decade earlier. [color=00aeef]"Are we clear?"[/color]

Through gritted teeth, Rexa simply responded, [color=0072bc]"Crystal clear, Captain."[/color]

[sub][i]Hangar D7, Republic Command, Chandrilla[/i][/sub][hr]

Dev watched as the crates were being loaded into his ship, his crew of two lounging on spare crates as they watched on as well. The Captain turned his gaze to Rexa, who seemed to have cooled off upon their arrival at Republic Command. Of course, Dev was able to guess it was because of the covers they were given. Rexa was posing as a freelancer shipper, and the Captain of [i]The Forward Thrust[/i]. Though, what he wasn't able to guess was Rexa's investment in taking the core. Especially Coruscant. After all, she had a score to settle... and if this mission was going to get them a step closer to that, then she would do it.

Dev turned to Hit, who was furiously tapping away at a datapad. [color=00aeef]"Clear the encryption yet?"[/color]

After a few more taps, the Zabrak gave a smile. [color=ed1c24]"What do you think I am, a complete amateur? The clearance protocols were still from the rebellion."[/color] She held the datapad out to the Captain, who took it with a nod.

Dev paced around as he looked through the files. It was detailed... and looked kind of familiar. [color=00aeef]"Joined at a young age, worked for intelligence... personality profile shows deep disdain for the Empire and a focus on completing objectives... constantly points out flaws in the fighting style of fellow soldiers..."[/color] Rexa and Hit both shared a look as Dev continued on. [color=00aeef]"Sergeant Sato is a killing machine, it seems. Has a lot of unneeded deaths on her record. Something we'll have to keep an eye on, as our goal is stealth."[/color]

Dev handed the datapad back to Hit as he saw the Republic hangar crew giving the thumbs up to signal [i]The Forward Thrust[/i] was ready for takeoff. The Captain motioned for his team to follow and board the ship. Hit trailed behind as Rexa rushed up to match Dev's speed. [color=0072bc]"Captain... what do you think about this? If Colonel Trelleck is compromised..."[/color]

The Captain's eyes remained firmly ahead as he boarded the ship, and made his way directly to the crates. As his two subordinates arrived, the Captain began opening up one of the crates and lifting up the cases of wine. He then tapped on the bottom of the crate in the four corners, and a panel opened up revealing two Pyro Denton charges. [color=00aeef]"Our primary objective is to make sure the Imperial fleet isn't notified of our assault on Alsakan. If Colonel Trelleck holds out on us, or if his intel is incorrect... we've got a last resort. Either way, our orders are to bring Trelleck to Chandrilla once this is over. Whether it's for interrogation or a debriefing, that's out of our hands."[/color]