The door opens, and a tall, handsome young man--clad in a standard eyesore orange New Republic fighter jumpsuit--walks in, looking over his shoulder and laughing at some joke or other. Wiping at his oilstained hands--which match his jumpsuit perfectly-- he shakes his head and looks up--
And stops dead.
"--the kriff? Runt? What'd you do to this
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A hearty clap on the shoulder, and Face blows in like the wind, steering him over to the Bar. "Just the man I wanted to see! I've got plans, Lieutenant, and you are absolutely vital to the success of this mission. Here, have a drink, first one's free!"
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Pause. "And you must need something BIG, judging by the idea that you're suddenly the absolute spirit of generosity."
"And if you've been taking suck-up lessons from Janson, they're working. The only problem here is that, well, I'm not your superior officer, so I can't get you out of anything." Kell is highly amused. You never know what his squadmates'll try next.
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