The Rebel Faction

Commander Trevelan had chosen the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer War's Beauty as the flagship for the elite Rogue Squadron, and with thus the ship had not once let the squadron down. Resting himself in the pilot's lounge, he watched the holonet, seeing the report of a potential Rogue Imperial-New Alliance War brewing all over again. Will it never end?

A hand resting on the glass at his side, he lifted the small alcoholic beverage to his lips and guzzled it down quickly. A jizz tune hummed in the background, originally recorded by a Bith band of Clak'Dor VII.

He turned his head to see two more pilots of Rogue Squadron enter.

First mission... again.

Raven sighed, entering the lounge, recalling her first mission when still a padawan. That time, she had nearly been killed.

If it weren't for a Twi'lek rushing in at the last moment, she would've been.

Now she was a part of a squadron, and she couldn't help but feeling uneasy. She didn't do so well in the simulator the first time, but, she had been working on it, and shown some improvement. Hopefully, it was enough.

Passing by the seat that Taly was sitting in, she noticed that the pilot was still upset at what she had done, to the point that was emotionally shut down.

That wasn't good for a pilot.

Raven patted her shoulder, to see her reluctantly look up, seeing a blank look, and Raven gave her a reasuring smile, and a nod, before continuing on.

Her own hair was not in it's typical loop/ponytail, instead, it was braided, and the entire braid was wound around her head like her own Aunt Leia had done in the past.

It was a pretty good idea to keep one's own hair out of the way. Not being able to see would be a disadvantage to the pilot, perhaps a fatal mistake.

Approaching the Commander, she noticed he had drained the contents of his glass, and she guessed that it was not water.

Out of habbit, she picked up the glass, and moved it to another table, so that he wouldn't knock it off the surface it was previously on.

"I don't suppose you've noticed, but it appears that we both need to keep an eye on Taly. She seems emotionally shut down still. It might effect her in flight, and that's what's bothering me." Raven murmured, making sure her voice didn't carry to the other side of the room to the pilot in question.

Glancing over to Taly once the question was asked, and she recalled those brief flickers of emotion that she had detected, right when the pilot was being taken to the infirmiry at the time.

Sadness, a couple of others, and, more prodominately, jellousy.

The latter caught most of her attention, and wondered why, though she had a feeling that that later was the trigger for the rest, and was only part of the answer to the question which Darren was looking for.

And, that the rest of the answer was rather personal.

At the moment, Raven didn't know wether or not to sit, or to remain standing.

There had to be a reason for all this.

Daren was still confused. One day he was flying with her happily, joking with her, and laughing with her about times long past, and now she was on the verge of suicide, having even tried once.

"Taly...what are you talking abou-..."

Then it hit him like a speeder crashing into a duracrete wall. She had seen his emotion for Raven...his infatuation for her.

An eye trailed across the room toward her, and then back to Atalya.

"Taly...we're good friends, we always have been...I...I don't know what to say, I don't want you to die..."

"Taly, don't talk like that, you were fine before I met you," Daren too had to bite back his own tears.