<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Kaulo Ma<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shassaa Til, Lur Galvan Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Shassaa Til, Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>NA<br/><br/>The crew chief had politely refused Kaulo's help.  While Kaulo took the refusal with good grace, most of the techs knew it was because the Mon Calamari had a particular distrust of Karkaradons.  Few would blame him.  The Empire had employed the sharkmen in a bid to help to the Quarren take over the planet they shared with the Mon Calamari.  He was distrustful of the way Kaulo had so easily switched sides.<br/><br/>With his primary plan derailed, Kaulo fell back on his secondary plan, which always involved finding something to eat.  He headed for the lounge, because that was where the food was.  He didn't<em>need</em>to eat and probably wouldn't for several days but that didn't mean he couldn't.  With an uncertain mission ahead, he really didn't want to get hungry in the middle, when he could so easily eat beforehand.<br/><br/>He spotted Lur and knew to leave the human alone.  He tended to think complex thoughts that were easily disrupted and difficult to reconstruct.  If Lur wanted to speak to Kaulo, he would seek him out.  In the meantime, Kaulo would leave him to his thoughts.<br/><br/>There was a Togruta at the bar, reviewing a datapad.  Kaulo didn't recognize her.  She was another predator; he could tell by her scent.  He moved slowly towards her, making certain she was aware of his approach.  It was never wise to startle another predator.  Once he was close (but not so close that she would expect an attack), he too leaned against the bar.  Long practice had told him where it was safe to place his weight.<br/><br/>"I will have whatever you've been able to catch," he said to the bartender.  "Hopefully it won't be more of those things with all the legs.  They kept getting caught in my teeth."<br/><br/>When the bartender headed off to 'check the traps' He looked at Shassaa Til.  "Have you eaten?" he asked.  For his people, it was a polite greeting, especially for strangers.  "You were at the briefing. You are a pilot.  One of the Loa."  It was unlikely that Shassaa Til would be aware of the honour that came with that word.  Few of Kaulo's squadron understood it.  Ironically, the Mon Calamari were numbered among the few.