<strong>Destiny Points:</strong><br/>Light Side: 2 Dark Side: 0<br/><hr/><br/>"Later," Ackermann said, with a small grin, getting up and heading out.<br/><br/>The cook was a burly Mon Cal in a white apron. "New guy, huh? Well, I got selection, I'll tell ya that. I gotta have somethin' for every dietary requirement. None of it's gourmet, but I work with what I get."<br/><br/>There was, indeed a wide selection of dishes. Some kind of fish and kelp stew, tough-looking jerky, a green vegetable mash, and plain utilitarian ration bars that seemed virtually identical to the standard Imperial Navy fare he'd been eating for eight years. In fact, it probably<em>was</em>identical, given how much of the Rebels' supplies tended to be pilfered from the Empire.<br/><br/>A few of the pilots had filed in while Kader and Mia were talking, but now a second wave was coming in, loud and raucous. At the head of the group was a grinning man in a cowboy hat and an exuberant woman with dark skin. They seemed in high spirits, and the mood spread to the pilots already seated. High fives, jokes, and stories were swapped. Evidently, the second strike team had returned.<br/><br/>The tables were filling up fast, but Kader saw a few seats available. He saw an opening near the A-wing pilot he'd seen earlier (presumably Lieutenant Tong, from Mia's description). She was shaking hands with a middle-aged man with a gentle smile. Another spot was available a few seats down from the cowboy-hatted man and the dark-skinned woman, who seemed to be the life of the party here. Finally, there was the bearded Y-wing pilot - Major Adoron, who seemed to be keeping somewhat aloof from the rest of the group.