<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<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No One In Particular<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Listening and Thinking<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Not this time<br/><br/>Lur had more questions the longer he listened. He was a pilot, and a good one, but it almost sounded like his other skills would be more important on this mission. If they got on board the Final Frontier, they’d need a first- rate slicer. That was Lur. As good a pilot as he was, he was a better slicer.<br/><br/>Would he be flying fighter on this one, or would the focus be getting him on board to utilize his other skills? He pursed his lips in thought, running through the gear he’d accumulated since joining the Rebellion. If he was careful, he could fit it all in the cockpit of a Headhunter.<br/><br/>He had a lot of questions now, practical concerns outweighing the moral issues around the old ship. Where would he get assigned? What did they want him to do? Could he get into systems that were that old? There was only one way to find out. He never really enjoyed briefings, but now this particular one felt like it was dragging while he waited for answers to questions he hadn’t been able to ask yet.<br/><br/><br/>