[b]Collab between Cale Tucker & myself[/b]

A face appeared from the holo recorder, "Sorry, that is not the right answer. We don't treat people with ... 'Sergeant Major Caddok reporting.' Reminder.... only make sure those you trust will hear the message on the holodisk. You have one more attempt at viewing this message." And with that, the face dissipated, the holodisk shutting off, waiting for the correct word to be said.

Trump glanced at the device before picking it up again. He turned the device over in his hands in closer examination. He glanced out the viewport at the cantina again, the thought of his comrades passing through his mind. They seemed to be taking their time, which would normally result in him asking for a report. However, this time, he would have to let it pass for the time being. He looked back at the device in his hands before he spoke with a small nod, "Decency."

The face showed up again but this time it seemed like it had personality. "Password accepted, greetings Trump. This is Captain Den, I have an important mission for you. For some reason there are ships that have been given some sort of special clearance codes that relay to me as ships that are allowed to pass without being stopped or checked. These ships, Trump, I want you to find out where the cargo is going. I want to know who's so high as to go against the very orders I was given. Some data I looked up said they were going into a mine with very few Troopers guarding it, but that's the end of the trail. Good luck, Trump. Den out." And the hologram was completed, the face dissipated. However the disk became warm and a large whirring sound started to emit from it. It lit up and then it was done. The disk must have had a chip inside to melt down the disks memory after the message had played.

After listening to the message, Trump pondered the orders given. He was going to need to figure out where this cave was and how he was to get there. He was drawn back to the device as it grew warm and started to making a whirling sound. He was about to throw the device out the cockpit, expecting it to explode when it stopped whirling and simply lit up. It must have simply melted the memory of the device. 

He put it down beside his chair before turning his thoughts back to the issue of this cave. Trump was going to have to find it first, before he can do any kind of investigating. His attention was drawn to the back of the cockpit, hearing the sounds of someone climbing up towards the hatch on top. Trump pulled out his blaster and aimed it at the hatch as it opened. Carl jumped down into the cockpit, to see a blaster aimed his way, "Woah! Hey, friendly here!" Carl lifted his hands in a mock surrender, while Trump lowered his blaster as he got out of the gunner's seat, "Identify yourself before you jump into anything Corporal, we are not on the training grounds anymore. Live threats are here on this planet and I would expect you to be more cautious." Trump took his pilot's seat while Carl's shoulders went up and down with a heavy sigh before taking his seat.

Trump continued to speak, "What took you all so long in there? There better be a good reason." Carl nervously shifted in his seat, "I, uh... saw things in that washroom that I never really expected to see and Lant and his boys decided to speak with the rest people in there and continue to ask for any info about the rebs." Trump seemed generally pleased with the answer before using the AT-ST's commlink to speak with Sergeant Lant, "Sergeant, what took you so long?" Carl gave Trump a sharp look before taking up the controls, Lant responded, "After dealing with the dispute, which was simply a marital one, I decided we should speak with the rest of the cantina for more info. I have some possible leads that might be of use." Trump nodded, "Good, I want a full report when we get back to base. However, as you all were in there, I also spoke with a few people passing by and one of them mentioned some odd activity in an area out by a mine. They didn't give me directions unfortunately but it's possible it's rebel activity." Lant responded, "Shouldn't we report that sir? Our shift has almost ended." Trump shook his head, "Negative, our job is to explore possible leads and only report them when, and if, they seem to be relevant to HQ. If we don't do this now, the trail may grow cold. HQ doesn't want us sending in every detail as their already bogged down the logistics and reconstruction." "Roger that, sir. Shall I re-enter the cantina for directions?" "Yes, Sergeant."

Carl glanced at Trump, "[b]You[/b] spoke with citizens? Did any of them have a heart attack at the sound of your voice?" Trump seemed to ignored the comment and made one of his own, "I can smell the alcohol on your uniform Corporal, the filters in my helmet don't stop that smell from getting through. I'm going to presume you were sprayed by an angry citizen's drink, because as the good soldier you are, you know drinking on duty is not acceptable, especially getting it on your uniform." With that, Carl shut up and sat more attentively. Within a few minutes, Lant came back out and the group was on their way. Trump had also communicated with his Scout Troopers, informing them of their possible needed assistance in finding possible rebel activity.