<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing Room, bunk, tech storage, cantina/lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No One In Particular<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Planning<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Not this time<br/><br/>The briefing was over, and Lur had things to do. He assumed that the commanders would be smart enough to assign him where his strengths were, and that was slicing even ahead of flying. As soon as they were dismissed, he headed for his bunk. Rooting through his equipment, he got together what he thought he might need to slice into a decades-old system.<br/><br/>Struck by an idea, he detoured to the area where the computer techs worked. “Hi, ‘scuse me, need a few… thanks..” They had gotten used to Lur’s rambling through the odds and ends of gear, and word was already spreading about the new mission, so they just let him take what he needed and shook their collective heads.<br/><br/>Gear assembled, there was nothing else for him to do aside from wait for his actual assignment. Rather than drive the techs, or commanders, crazy, he went back to the lounge. When in doubt, eat and drink. He’d learned that from other, far more experienced warriors, and it made sense to him. He settled in, ordered a drink and some soup, and kept running over scenarios in his head of what he might find on the ship.<br/>