<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BZ5cqLf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jan Dar Jokimba<br/><strong>Location:</strong>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>no one yet<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>Jan Dar let out another sigh, the fourth in half as many minutes. Gray squadron had finally had a moment of rest since they’d begun all their drilling and training for the up coming mission, and already he was out of corellian brandy! He hadn’t had much left and had finished it quickly. And he just knew if he asked the captain where he could get more he’d get the usual answer of ‘the Alliance isn’t made of credits’. Didn’t they have a princess or something?! Surely she had the credits to spare, you know, for troop moral or something. But, Jan Dar was not so lucky, so he spun the empty bottle on the table before him and sighed heavily yet again.<br/><br/>He honestly didn’t know why he had to drill so hard for this mission. Sure the squad would need to work together if things went south, but this was Naboo they were talking about! His home freakin’ planet! If he couldn’t infiltrate it and get them safely planet side he might as well retire now. This was one of the extremely rare missions where he could be out in the open as a gungan and not garner suspicion. If all went well they wouldn’t need any of the fancy flying they’d been drilling, simply get in, nab the target, and get out. Easy peasy! At least that was what Jan Dar thought, but he had yet to be promoted above executive officer so he didn’t get to make a lot of calls. And that was another thing! Why was some kid still wet behind the lekku the lieutenant for their squad? Did his prior service in the clone wars count for nothing?! Apparently not. So, here sat the valedictorian of Theed Academy, clone war veteran, and master of over 30 languages; bone tired, frustrated, and dejectedly spinning an empty bottle of brandy.