<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Shassaa Til<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing room > Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>NA<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots.<br/><br/>Shassaa felt an odd sense of anticipation  - part excitement and part anxiety -  as she walked through the corridor to the briefing room after being summoned for what would be her first mission briefing as a Rebel. She was a rookie, having just joined the squadron with the latest resupply convoy, and barely had time to sleep since she arrived, with her having to settle into her quarters and make acquaintance with her ship - a BTL Y-Wing starfighter. She had been given the call-sign "Fangs". That made her roll her eyes but she didn't have the time nor the desire to engage into a debate on closet racism. The Togruta had plenty of experience with that, and the sheer diversity in the crew she had encountered made her hopeful that this new experience wouldn't be a repeat of Imperial Academy.<br/><br/>Her datapad in hand, she had some difficulty finding her way through the ship, but she had had the foresight to download the ship's floor plans to her datapad. She entered the briefing room shortly before the meeting started and scanned the room briefly, noting the diversity in those present including what she could only describe as a large fish-man. Taking a seat in one of the free spots in the room, she had no time to make herself acquainted with anyone before the briefing started. She listened carefully at the briefing and the questions - and answers - that followed, most of them seeming to come from the afore-mentioned fish man.<br/><br/>She punched a few key details of the briefing in her datapad then stood up as the briefing - short, as most briefings should be - appeared to be over. As they had a few hours to kill before mission time, so she headed to the lounge to relax, enjoy a Black Spire Brew and hopefully meet some of her fellow squadron members. She took a seat at the bar, placed her order and began reviewing the mission details and her fighter's technical reports on her datapad.