<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>Fin, Shassaa<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Plotting and listening<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Not this time<br/><br/>He wasn’t sure if his plan had worked about trying to capture some data from the officer’s pad. He supposed he might get in trouble for trying something like that, but really, who was he going to tell anything to at this point? If they were hours away from the mission, com security would be tight, and even if he was siphoning off data to sell or turn over, which he wasn’t, how was he going to get it out?<br/><br/>His ears perked up, metaphorically (humans don’t do that, although he’d met some races that did) when he thought he heard his name. Fin was still talking to the newcomer, and one of his arms waved in his vague direction. Not wanting to intrude, and not completely sure of what he’d heard, Teach offered a halfhearted wave back from his perch at the bar. If he didn’t learn something useful soon, he was going to go back to his bunk and get some rest before the mission.  Watching Fin eat did nothing to make him want to stay longer. Different strokes, etc, but that took some getting used to.<br/>