[oom] room 76 -- squadron briefing!

[i_love_kettch]

The room is still bright yellow; two of the walls have jagged black patterns, one has a random splash of black paint, and the fourth wall is blank.

The sims (all three yellow with black patterns) have been shoved up against one of the side walls, and chairs ( more comfortable than last time) have been set out haphazardly in the middle of the room

Comments

Entrances

[i_love_kettch]

Wes, who is of course UTTERLY PROFESSIONAL--

--is not here.

Um.

Oops?

Re: Entrances

[bohemian_mark]

Mark's hanging around the projector, looking awkward. Oh, well. He doesn't really look like a pilot.

Re: Entrances

[corsec_jedi]

Corran bursts into the sim room. "Kriffin... I hate it when I'm la--"

He blinks. The room's almost empty, save for a familiar geek in the back of the room with--something weird. And the paint job is every bit as hideous as Tycho said. No wonder Tahiri said Jaina was so pissed...

He takes a deep breath and looks around, then sits down in a chair nearby.

Re: Entrances

[stuck_mynock]

Behind several tables, some handheld torches come on and two socks pop up, with hands in them

Announcements / Things

[i_love_kettch]

Wes raps on the top of the sim he's sitting on to get everyone's attention (waiting to get as much quiet as possible), then grins at them all.

"Some of y'are new, and in case you don't know me -- I'm Major Wes Janson, current leader of this squadron. Have been for the last few months," he adds cheerfully, "just been letting you get some rest.

"If you newbies decide y'want to join, see me afterwards and I'll take your name for the roster. Need to know how well y'can fly -- plenty of teachers if that's not very -- and then you need a patch, which is the only uniform really."

He thinks for a moment, squinting at his notepad, then he scrawls something on it. (It is, in rather small Aurebesh, try and find original patch design.)

Looking up again, he continues, "Some of you who aren't so new seem to think this squadron is pointless. I'd put you all on kitchen duty for it, but I need to eat here too. I swear it's not pointless ... and as soon as we, uh, have an actual name, I'm sure that'll prove itself. Suggestions to me at the end --

Re: Announcements / Things

[fighting_mad]

"Who the hell are all these people, Janson?" Plourr calls from the back, completely ignoring everything he's just said.

Mmm, hecklers.

Re: Announcements / Things

[i_love_kettch]

"Pilots," Wes answers helpfully, grinning at her.

Re: Announcements / Things

[fighting_mad]

A heavy eye-roll, and an empty crumped up paper cup flying at him. "Just do a roll call or something."

Vid Showing

[i_love_kettch]

That grin? Is far too bright just now, as Wes calls for attention again.

"Okay squad ... now, thanks to everyone's favourite award-winning holodocumentarian, Mark Cohen--" There's a brief pause here as he waves to indicate the geekboy filmmaker. "--we've got a vid to present to you today. Some of you, uh, might find it-- familiar."

Indeed, a few have starring roles.

He grins again and waves for Mark to continue.

Re: Vid Showing

[bohemian_mark]

'Award winning holodocumentarian' probably sounds a bit too strong a word for the geeky bespectacled boy standing by the projector. He grins, and just turns the film on, along with the sound.

First shot Stormtrooper, sneaking through the bar with a can of paint. The narration cheerily goes on, describing the action:

Here we are, a day like any other in Milliways Bar. Zoom in on a stormie, sneaking across the bar. A bit short for a stormie, if it comes down to it.

Pan to Gavin Darklighter, former farmboy and current pilot of.. well, whatever squadron he says he's from, I can't keep them straight.

Watch now as our intrepid cannon fodder sneaks up on the unsuspecting farmboy, and... bam! We have paint going every which way. It would seem that a couple innocents got caught in the crossfire. Poor boys.

The film shows Gavin for a moment, stunned, and then fades out to black.

Mark shuts off the projector with a bit of a sheepish grin. Yes, he really does love this stuff.

Re: Vid Showing

[stuck_mynock]

"Wes," Atton frowns and snickers at the same time. "Why did you throw paint on Gavin?" He knows it was Wes. He can tell.

Re: Vid Showing

[i_love_kettch]

Very, very innocently: "You mean why did a random stormie throw paint on Gavin? I don't know."

Questions

[i_love_kettch]

Cheerfully, sitting on the sims again, Wes doodles random starfighters on the notepad (with the mechanical pencil he got from Chloe, since he threw his pen at Atton) and calls, "Any questions?"

Pause.

"An' I mean questions, not general sort of abuse."

Re: Questions

[twostandingby]

"Are all of your squadron briefings like this?" Tycho asks dryly from where he's been sitting fairly quiet in the back.

Re: Questions

[i_love_kettch]

Wes considers the question for a moment.

Then says, seriously, "The last one had a lot more pastry throwing."

Re: Questions

[twostandingby]

He stares at him with a blank sort of amusement. "More pastry throwing than this?"

THAT'S ALL, FOLKS

[i_love_kettch]

Everyone's being noisy and talking amongst themselves, which Wes considers his chance to escape unscathed.

He sort of ignores the ones trying to talk to him, really.

Unless they're between him and the door.

Everyone's between him and the door.

Re: THAT'S ALL, FOLKS

[corsec_jedi]

"So what've I gotta do to join this outfit?" Corran blocks Wes.

The whiskey did it. No really. That was the final straw.

Re: THAT'S ALL, FOLKS

[i_love_kettch]

Wes grins brightly and grabs the pencil from behind his ear.

"Y'need a patch," he says, flipping to a clean page and jotting Corran's name down. "It's-- uh-- I think I still have the design somewhere to get more made."

Pause.

"...Bar might remember anyway," he adds hopefully, because if he does still have the design, it's probably in no fit state to be copied again.

Re: THAT'S ALL, FOLKS

[corsec_jedi]

Corran waits expectantly. There's GOTTA be more to this.

"Okay, and..."