TheSagaContinues

Khal walked off the shuttle ramp as Rakos answers the challenge question. Rakos must had been given command of the mission, as only officers are given challenge answers normally. Know the Rebel contact almost always used challenge questions as a code, he knows this is standard. He waits as the they await the Captain's response

If Deeso's face could be seen it would probably show some mild surprise as to who was in charge of the mission. But, there was no use arguing the position it was a decision that was not up to them. Second-in-command meant having to keep the troops combat ready while Rakos had to keep morale up for the most and give an air of confidence and certainty in his decisions. A cold voice modulator could not do that. It would probably have the opposite effect. During the trip Deeso took an inventory of the supplies that were available to them.

Upon arriving to their first stop Deeso looked at the man calling himself Sarn. Middle-aged most likely has had heart surgery in the past few years judging by his appearance. Though if he saw what Desso looked underneath he would say you should eat your meat and potatoes. 'Special authorization' was something that stuck out in the mind true most ships were required to have some way to defend themselves but it was more than likely meant for the missile launcher. Though probably the galactic center had more stringent measures for people wanting to acquire ships. Visiting the galactic capital for the first time might even be fun if it wasn't for this assignment. Deeso showed the Sarn the briefcase "This needs to go in one of those places, it's best not open it. I have my license for these two." Deeso said pointing to the sniper rifle on the combat harness and the pistol strapped to side of the hip. Handing over something that was precious and expensive was one of things that didn't put the mind at ease. A Night stinger was illegal even in hutt space, unless you were under the employ of one.

Turning to face the rest of crew. "Keep whatever you need in the event to repel boarders pistols and rifles only, if you have any volatile substance secure them." Deeso said in the detached tone. "Captain Sarn do you mind if I inspect the ship, I have some experience in starship maintenance if you need any extra hands or a pilot for that matter."

After Rakos gave the appropraite code, Cailid moved with the rest of the team off the craft, taking a quick look around the bay. The iconic white dagger shape of the Imperial shuttle looms over them, but Cailid was not cowed by it's sight. He glances idly over at the ship's captain as Sarn greeted them on, nodding as the captain advised to store an uncommon weapons.

The reluctance was plain on the gee-dai's face, so he pats Khal on the arm with a soft punch. "Weapons do not make a warrior great," he smirks to Khal as he unslings his modular rifle. The modularity allows the weapon to break down easily, and he picks out a small cargo container, which easily holds the disassembled equipment. It should be ignored by inspection, but unfortunately would not of much immediate use if there's trouble. Which is why Kailid also carries a knife and pistol as a back-up.

Finally he takes a seat in the roomy cabin, stretching out his grey furred arms. There is a subtle pop from his back and a sigh of release. Cailid lounges in his seat, looking for many like one without a care in the world.

After the initial inspection Deeso was satisfied, it was one of the only things that met satisfaction, the crew however was not going to trust their XO for the time being. Though coming across an emotionless cyborg would with a matter-of-fact tone would get on their nerves. Passing by a number of the team making sure they were doing something that was related to the mission. Finding a quiet corner Deeso went through the settings of the voice modulator figuring a gruff tone would not be suited to keeping the team calm under pressure.

A few minutes of testing Deeso settled on one that would help the group. Meeting Rakos and sitting right next across from table. "I hope I am not bothering you commander. But we should go over the initial plan when we land planetside." Deeso said in a voice that came across in a feminine tone. "If we split up into two teams we can make contact with both objectives. And we would draw less suspicion the more alien members of our crew would make contact with our 'friends' while studying the target. My skills can be put to either use in terms of electronics or on the ground gathering intelligence. Nevertheless the choice for the teams are up to you." Deeso then handed a datapad containing a condensed version of the crew's noteworthy skills "I have committed most of it to memory already and when you are done allocating delete the information."

"Kota? We have met and spoken a few times, but I really do not know the man. He wanted to get a feel of how I was as a Jedi. I must have passed his tests because I haven't heard or saw the man in at least 2 years. " Khal said in response to the Fosh's question. Curious, he asked his own question "Why do you ask?"

"I see. Well you shouldn't worry about Jedi and insults. Even before the purge, we Jedi were used to people either outright not liking us, or other general disrepect." Khal lightens his tone, laughing a bit as he said it "Kota would have rebuked you immediately if he though you needed it. That guy does not mess around."

"Thank you... Still, I do hope I get to apologize to Kota himself someday," the Fosh nodded before hearing Tariko's orders, after which he'd head to the cargo hold as commanded.

After listening to the details, he would interject, "Is it really wise for us to be splitting up? We're already a small squad as it is, and meeting up again to pull out of Coruscant certainly won't be easy..."

((We haven't even really started the mission, and already we're splitting the party?))