<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Bar Tledg Zlaan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vanguard C&C<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br/><br/>Dar had not long arrived on board the Vanguard, her shuttle had come in only a few hours hence and she hadn't had much more time than to find a rack and throw her jump bag onto it before she took up the data pad with her orders on it and determined to go looking for her new CO, or at least someone here to report to. The pilots bunk room was bare, the ready room similar but it did give an important clue in that, on the main display, there were plans for a training opp showing. It appeared that the people she would be working with were out flying about in whatever ships they had on this bucket. Dar still had no real clue what she was doing here and what was to be expected of her. The cross training as variously a field intelligence operative, a pilot and a Intelligence Analyst had been... Scattershot. True the Rebellion was stretched thin, but surely they could afford to have separate individuals for these jobs? Okay, it suited Dar's means and goals to be picking up all these skills, but it seemed... Inefficient. Odd. Abnormal. Something was certainly different about this posting. The secrecy was normal of course, the Rebellion was small individual cells with very little in the way of overarching command and control as far as she was aware. Each of the training posts she had arrived at had handed her off in deep interstellar space by one shuttle which passed her, and other trainees, to a second shuttle that flew on to the final destination. Occasionally, for the really sensitive training several shuttles were used. Each recruit was scanned thoroughly at each changeover. They couldn't have anyone tracking these personnel to their destinations after all. She was used to paranoid levels of security. No, it was the scattershot approach to skillset that seemed odd.<br/><br/>A pilot would normally be expected to, well, pilot. An intelligence analyst would never enter the field. A field intelligence officer might be able to pilot a bit, but wouldn't be expected to be handed a star fighter. Jack of all trades, master of none was a phrase she had heard a few times from humans, and, well, it fitted. She had even bucked to have her call sign be changed to 'Jack' for a while early on in her Advanced Flight course.<br/><br/>Reporting to the CO meant finding the CO, she consulted one of the wall consoles, found the nearest Deck Officer post and reported, she was directed to C&C as the training being conducted it seemed was being overseen by the Captain and all senior staff. Well, that boded. She downloaded the map to her data pad and called up a route and started walking. The journey took twenty minutes, it wasn't a small ship and even with the provision for quick access to the hangar level it took a while. The level of activity in the corridors didn't help, there were techs everywhere, it seemed that there were either a lot of repairs going on or the ship was being upgraded, at least down on the lower decks. As she moved further up things seemed more stable maintenance wise. The work reminded Dar of growing up in the various shipyards she had lived in and around with her parents, thoughts of her parents caught in her throat and she fought the emotion back down. Report now, agonize later.<br/><br/>She walked up to the outer secure door for the Command level and presented her identification to the marine on duty who checked diligently before smiling, handing her back her cards and pointing a thumb towards the entryway. "Down the hall, you can't miss it, Deck officer will check you again before you are allowed any further. Might have ta wait in the briefing room though, there is an OP on right now. Can't say more." The young human woman was not unsympathetic to Dar it seemed but turned back to her work once this information had been delivered.<br/><br/>Dar strode down the corridor, found the deck officer and once again presented her ID cards. The officer scanned them and pushed the data on to the Command team before pointing to an adjoining door. "You will have to wait in there. All brass are engaged with the current bailywick. Once that's done I am sure you will be called for."<br/><br/>Dar nodded and headed into the indicated room, a well lit briefing room, she took one of the comfortable seats and found herself alone there. She settled in to read from her data pad, hurry up and wait seemed to be the order of the day.<br/><br/>It was about twenty minutes when the alarms sounded and the lights dimmed to an 'action' status. Someone had set a ready condition throughout the ship? There was no announcement to this room, but that wasn't necessarily unusual? Something was certainly going on however, something she wasn't privy to. There were no windows here to Space to peer out of, and no information on any of the screens to check.<br/><br/>Dar called the layout of the deck she was on back up on the data pad and checked her route to the nearest escape pods. Closing her eyes and committing the route to memory, a short distance, just three corridors and five doors. An easy walk if things were really genuinely kicking off. She settled in, there was no point worrying until or unless she could actually hear/feel energy hitting the shields, or even worse, the screaming, tearing, horrorshow sound of an explosion deep in the bowels of the ship.<br/><br/>Time would tell if this was part of the exercise of if something more sinister was at work.