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Okuda - Fort Kerak
Okuda’s team touched down at the camp later in the evening. The journey had taken much longer than he had expected, and there had also been a long delay just to get the shuttle piloted and off the ground; despite their setting and his employers, Okuda was still restricted by regulations and procedures. The whole squad was relieved to exit the shuttle and get a breath of fresh air, mostly due to the tension that had built due to Okuda’s venting of his irritation.

“Lieutenant Okuda.” came a disciplined voice as Okuda left the landing pad. Before him stood to attention was a BlackStar soldier, his features hidden by his helmet. Upon acknowledgement the solider continued, “Welcome to Fort Kerak sir! Our scouts have picked up a trail in the mountains about fifteen miles from here and believe it may be signs of Loyalists. They’re still out and our awaiting your orders sir. You also have a message waiting for you in the briefing room from Major Furdonias. No-one’s listened to it as it’s marked for your eyes only. However Captain Beaufort, the Coreldan officer currently in charge of this outpost requested to view it before your arrival. Off the record sir, he’s an awkward bastard and doesn’t like sharing with us – he tries to intercept all intel we get.”

Okuda had no trouble taking in all the information that had been reeled off to him. “Private have the scouts continue to follow the trail and look for any signs of activity. Tell them me and my team will attempt to find and assimilate them later. Catch up to my men over there and tell them they have one hour to prepare. As for the nosey Captain, spread the word that any BlackStar soldier that takes an order from anyone outside of our ranks will be lashed and sold to the Hutts by me personally.” It was not first time that Okuda had experienced difficulties with their Coreldan counterparts, and he was more than happy to initiate some persuasive tactics should this Captain hinder him.

Okuda traversed through the various buildings toward the BlackStar building, made apparent by the flag flying above it and the men standing guard outside. On his journey Okuda noticed how little a presence BlackStar had in this outpost, only seeing the odd soldier in black. BlackStar wasn’t as needed here, nor did it seem wanted here. The Coreldans here were clearly those of rural stock and hadn’t become normalised to the outsiders like those in the cities had. Okuda wondered whether any of the people who shot him suspicious glances were completely loyal to the new rulers, or whether they were simply making the best of their situation. ‘This Captain Beaufort may even be behind the lack of BlackStar influence’ Okuda thought.

Okuda had no problem entering the building, his armour and menacing look providing sufficient identification to guards along his path. Once inside the briefing room was also fairly easy to find. It was a large room in almost the shape of a circular triangle, with acceding rows of chairs on each side facing down into the middle where there sat a large holo-table. The empty room was slightly eerie and although he doubted the message contained anything too sensitive, he still couldn’t help but wonder how secure the room was. Putting his suspicions aside Okuda booted up the holo-table and completed a hand scan to access the message from Furdonias. The Bothan’s recorded image was projected above the table and due to the size of the projection many of his features could be made out. The fur on Furdonias’ face was a silvery gray with patches of white that accentuated his strikingly black eyes, which along with his more chiseled features (in comparison to most of his race) gave him an intimidating appearance. His mane was darker than his face, gradually going from dark grey to eventually black as his hair was extended back into a ponytail. His voice was gruff but easy to hear and carried with it a certain strength, “Lieutenant Okuda. My apologies I have not been able to speak to you in person, my time has been stretched. As you must already know I arranged the recon you asked for. There have been some developments you should know about. We have reason to believe there has been an increase in the cartel activity on Corelda; whilst they rarely pose a problem to us, any shifts in power balances might place us at a financial disadvantage. More troubling is the presence of a fleet that’s recently entered the system. We don’t know much about them but we've reason to believe they have had some form of communication with a person or persons on Corelda. I hope neither of these are to present us with any issues, but remember Okuda, you’re on Corelda to protect our interests… at any costs.”

((You don't need to add anything if you don't want to, this was just like a massive filler post :P You could perhaps talk about the scouts or the Coreldan Captain?))

Dingo said
Not sure of how else to word it, it's all a little jumbled in my head, too.I guess the idea is; We all think of people as 'him', 'her', 'he' or 'she', it's impossible not to. We point at people and say "Did you see what he did?" the same way we say "Check out the [b]blonde[/b[ at the counter."

I'm not sure it is possible for the majority of people; such observations are a natural part of brain functioning. You automatically assess the things around you and assign terms (e.g. big, tall, male, fat, etc.). Can you avoid the prejudice thoughts associated with such terms and assessments? Yes, I think you can. I think that could also be why some people might be uncomfortable around people of mixed/swapped/trans gender, as they get confused as to what terms to assign them. I could be completely wrong, so don't hesitate to blow me out of the water.

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