<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone interested<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific yet<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:None<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Haven’t met anyone yet, so no.<br/><br/><br/>D’Qar was lacking in a lot of things, but not tables. “Teach” has his own as he went back and forth from one padd to the other, running a few slicing programs. He figured everyone else had something important they were doing, so he could get back to his usual pass-times. On one padd, he was skimming every news service and any lightly encrypted Imperial database for word of his missing friend Lur Galvin. The other was constantly scanning for any word of lost ships, lightly guarded supply depots. The Rebellion was always barely scraping by for supplies and parts. If he could find something useful, it would be a big win for the Squadron and the larger cause.<br/><br/>Teach was only human, though. He couldn’t help looking up to watch Spank’s antics. She was a damned attractive woman, and her confidence made her more so. He dropped his gaze, trying to avoid her noticing he was watching. He didn’t want to be rude, after all. His focus on the pads broken, he looked around at his team. He was still not used to being part of a group, and kept waiting for someone to figure out his being there was a mistake. He heard Velralis’ question, but didn’t have a good answer. He mentally flipped a cred in his head, debating between going back to work and looking for something more entertaining to do.<br/>