<strong>Destiny Points:</strong><br/>Light Side: 2 Dark Side: 0<br/><hr/><br/>"We can't all be idealists," Harkon said simply. "If you're willing to fight for the Alliance, we won't turn you down. We're not the thought-police, like Imperial Intelligence. As long as you safeguard the Rebellion, your political opinions are your own.<br/><br/>"Now," Harkon pushed himself up from the table. "I suspect that's enough business for today. Let's get you settled."<br/><br/>The door slid open, revealing a violet twi'lek in the alliance uniform. She snapped a salute, accompanied by an earnest smile. "Sir!"<br/><br/>"Yeoman Diranna, show Airman Andromias to his new quarters," the Major instructed. "Then take him to the mess hall. I suspect he could use a good meal."<br/><br/>"Yessir!" Yeoman Diranna replied cheerfully. "Right this way," she said to Kader. The Yeoman was fairly short, and rather more curvaceous than the average member of her typically lean species. Still, she set a brisk pace, with a natural bounce to her step.<br/><br/>As she led the way, they passed the large blast doors to the hangar. Outside, the blue glow of hyperspace suddenly gave way to the starry void of realspace. A moment later, the starfighters from the strike team emerged, angling for the hangar bay, settling down gracefully. From the lead Y-wing emerged a gruff man with a salt-and-pepper beard, his red R2 unit following at his heels. The lead A-wing was flown by a young woman with dark hair and a look of frustration in her narrow eyes.<br/><br/>"Check the alignment on the cannons," she said tersely to one of the engineers. "I feel like my shots weren't lining up with my firing solutions." With that she breezed out of the hangar, already unzipping her flight suit as she breezed past Kader without a second glance.<br/><br/>From there, it didn't take long to reach the crew quarters. Kader's new room wasn't much different from his old place on the<em>Caveat.</em>A small locker, a sparse bunk, and a cramped desk in one corner. A fresh uniform had been laid out for him.<br/><br/>"Let me know if they don't fit. I was going of the measurements in your file," Yeoman Diranna said, offering a sheepish smile. "If you want to get changed now, I can wait outside, or I can take you to get dinner right away."<br/><br/>When Kader was ready, she led the way to the mess hall. The available floorspace was crammed tight with tables and benches to accommodate the ship's crew, but it was fairly empty at the moment. A few pockets of crew sat at tables here and there. Mia, VERDICT, whatever her name was, sat at one table. She held up a hand, holding a couple of bottles.<br/><br/>"I'll leave you here. If you need anything, please let me know." There was an earnest sincerity in the twi'lek's voice. "Tomorrow I'll give you the full tour."<br/><br/>As Kader took a seat, Mia slid one of the bottles over to him. She had changed into her uniform, and her hair looked slightly damp. She was still wearing the round glasses, with the holographic display. "Welcome to the Alliance," she said. "First round's on me."