<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>:Planning<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Not this time<br/><br/>There were limits to Lur’s patience, especially when a new project was brought up. Trying to not be obvious or rude, he brought out one of his pads and began making notes. What he’d need to bring with him to slice into a decades-old ship. What devices he’d want to make the job easier. Pre-programmed routines he’d coded long ago to help break into various systems. Would any of this work on a Clone War era system? He had no idea, but he really wanted to find out.<br/><br/>He made more notes, places to brush up on commonly used codes back then, histories of programmers from the Republic Era, places to check to see if known historical exploits were still around. He didn’t quite rub his hands together, but the thought was there. This was going to be a challenge.<br/><br/>If the various leaders knew what they were doing, they’d be assigning him to the party on the ship. While it was true they always needed more pilots, skilled slicers were even more rare. He barely tracked Fin’s question. He was all but bouncing in his chair, eager to get away from this briefing and go to work. He wondered if there was a way he could manage to slip out, but decided to try and be patient. A bit longer, anyway. He could manage that. Probably.<br/><br/><br/>