[b]Okuda – Corelda[/b]
Four men stood around on the landing pad in front of the Aka'jor-class shuttle. The landing pad was suspended off the Cliffside behind the palace and was one of many. There was a gentle breeze that blew dust and vent fumes lightly across the floor. All four men were wearing standard issue BlackStar armour, which consistent of all black lightweight armour, a sturdy chest piece and shoulders and some assault visor helmets. Okuda approached the pad whilst talking on his communicator. “Furdonias, its Okuda. I know you’re in a meeting right now, but I need a favour: when you get this message could you pull some strings down at my end. I need you to have someone deploy some DRK-1 probe droids to the Verasi Mountains to look for signs of the loyalist. If not a recon squad with some enhancescanners might work. I tried to acquire some recon myself but apparently I don’t pull high enough rank at Lieutenant ” Okuda spat, still insulted by the local BlackStar quartermaster. 

As one of the men noticed Okuda coming up the ramp, the four of them stopped chatting and turned to greet him, almost standing at attention. “Good morning sir. Where are we off to?” asked the human man with long black hair and an unkempt stubble. This man was couldn’t quite be into his thirty’s yet and he seemed to have a brisk youthful confidence about him. Okuda nodded at the welcome.

“Corporal Jenkins. We’re off to the Verasi Mountains in search for a rebel group still loyal to the monarchy. Fuck knows why they keep their loyalty; I’d be surprised if there’s any of the inbred little shits still running around.” Okuda took a look at the faces of the other young men assembled, “Nice to see that I’m on babysitting duty. I would have thought I’d at least get a couple of [i]men[/i].”

Jenkins felt a mild knot forming in his stomach, “These were the only available men at such short notice. I did some background checks and made sure that each was trained, had seen battle and was well equipped for the mission. Which reminds me sir: we’ve got a couple of spare rifles on board as well as some CryoBan grenades, both of which were [i]donated[/i] by our Coreldan counterparts.”

Despite Jenkins having acquired some extra weapons, Okuda still wasn’t impressed with the men assembled before him and Jenkins did not need to be told this. Okuda strolled over to one of the shipping crates, took a large marker and threw it to Jenkins. “I don’t care to learn your names. You’re number one, number two, three, and four” he said pointing to each man in turn. One of the men was clearly aggravated by the Corporals demeanour.

Jenkins shrugged slightly, “Does that include me sir? You know my name anyhow.” 

 “Number one or number five Jenkins?” Okuda asked without looking up, too focused on checking his own equipment, “And I want helmets on at all times. I’m sick your baby faces.”

((Please could you describe their destination, like their mountain outpost or what have you. And what, if any, success Okuda's request for recon yielded.))