The Rebel Faction

K. Cairo Solo---mechanic for ORH---strode down the corridor to the hangar, where she had heard Rusty was...as always, Cairo was tweaking some little gadget she had thrown together in some ingenius way.

She entered the hangar and walked up beside Rusty, riduculous-looking blue goggles down as she inspected the "SaberGloves" in her hand. She was too involved in inventing to say hello...but Rusty knew how she was when she was working on a project...

"I hope you're not, because that makes me even later!" Jerusha walked in and joined the group. Looking around, she asked, "Is Tec here yet?"

Tec's yt-1300 appeared in the hangar, with almost no scratches or dents and a brand new paint job. He landed it with ease near the 2000 and lowered the ramps, leaving it on.

Striding down the ramps himself, he looked to the small group that had gathered. Rusty was the first one he spotted, and a small surge of anger opened up, but was quickly pushed away. Then he saw the mechanic, and the bartender, whom he had not met yet, and another male that was still walking towards the group.
Then he spotted Jerusha, her long hair swaying as she shook her head watching him, and he started to jog over to the area.

Nodding to the Rogue and the others, he said, "Rusty, Jerusha, others I haven't met yet, sorry if I'm late, I was, uh, preoccupied for a moment at Correlia." He looked to the mechanic, and the bartender and the other man and asked their names, nodding as each gave their names.

ooc: Sorry, but I figured I should at least try and make it a little longer, plus my next paragraph parts need some kind of description, so....

Rusty smiled back at Catana, and then stood in front of his people.

"Welcome. As you all know, I am Rusty Metropolis. I have met all of you at one point or another, but I am aware that not all of you have met. I am a Jedi, a Rogue. Han Skywalker is my old Master and friend. As a matter of fact, we are all friends, at least I hope so."

Rusty chuckled and continued on

"As ORH's first mission, we will all participate in a scouting run around Dellalt and her outer rim territory. Seeing as the shipyards Freedom and Independence won't be completed for about a month, we'll have to use Mr. Fireheart's transport. My old YT, The Defender, is in rough shape, but at least she's running again, thanks to Cairo here."

Rusty patted her on the shoulder and then smiled at Catana

"But what voyage wouldn't be complete without a bartender?"

Rusty smiled at her again, laughing slightly

"Anyway, I trust every one of you, and I expect you all to be respectful, as you all have been so far. I've seen too many times in which individuality comes between friends and makes them foes. The Order was formed to make peace, and that's what we shall do. Now then, I have a task for each of you. Tec, being captain of the vessel, will take either Han or Jerusha as his co-pilot. Cairo will be in charge of maintenance and troubleshooting, should something go wrong with our transport. Dravin, Catana, and myself will provide political insight. That having been said, I believe we should board the vessel, but I was always taught that no one boards a ship before her captain...Mr. Fireheart, Han or Jerusha...take your pick."

Rusty returned to the group, no longer standing in front of them, to show his respect for the captain.

Smiling slightly at the responsibility that had been given her, Jerusha couldn't help wonderingwhat exactly he meant by being 'kept busy'. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Aww, forget it, Jerusha. Flying is not to be taken lightly.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

As they walked towards the ship, Jerusha glanced over at the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Diamond Core<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. She had finally taught Nova how to use the food prep, but the precocious reptile overdid it sometimes. Introducing herself to the other two women, she asked, "Cairo, do know if there is a way to program a food prep unit to put out a limited supply of food every day?"