<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kader Andromias</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Description</span><br/>Career: Ace<br/>Species: Human<br/>Duty: Air Superiority<br/>Motivation: Charge at fear and outrun death<br/>Specialisation: Hotshot<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Characteristics</span><br/>Brawn - 2<br/>Agility - 4<br/>Intellect - 2<br/>Cunning - 2<br/>Willpower - 2<br/>Presence - 3<br/>The Force - 2<br/> <br/><span class="bbc_u">Skills</span><br/>Cool 2<br/>Charm 1<br/>Deception 1<br/>Gunnery 1<br/>Piloting (Space) 2<br/>Perception 1<br/>Range (Light) 1<br/>Stealth 1<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Talents</span><br/>Hotshot: Skilled Jockey level 1 (Remove one setback dice per rank to all piloting checks)<br/>Hotshot: High G Training level 1 (Transfer one point of system strain per rank to person strain.)<br/>Hotshot: Grit level 1 (Gain +1 Strain Threshold.)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Equipment</span><br/>G-suit (2000)<br/>Vacuum sealed (1000)<br/>Scanner Goggles (150)<br/>Commlink (25)<br/>Blaster pistol (400)<br/>Frag grenade x2 (100)<br/>Stimpack x2 (50)<br/>Utility belt (25)<br/>250 Credits<br/><br/>UNSPENT XP: 5</div></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">| - Wounds - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - Strain - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - Vehicle - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - Hull Trauma - |</div></td><td><div align="center"> - System Strain - |</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>0/12</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>0/13</strong></div></td><td><div align="center">On foot</div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>0/0</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>0/0</strong></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Kader had never met a Mon Calamari before this chef, the whole species having long thrown themselves behind the Alliance and having been subjugated so thoroughly on their home planet by the empire. To be served food by one felt very strange indeed.<br/><br/>"Well," He laughed nervously, casting his eye over the selection, "I certainly recognise some of my favourites. I wonder where you could have possibly picked up the recipes."<br/><br/>His facetious remark was not followed up by anything other than a simple choice of the vegetable mash which looked fairly safe. He was glad to walk away from the servery. Working alongside Mon Cal's was going to take a little longer to get used to than anything else. They just looked too much like some of the uglier wildlife from back home...<br/><br/>It seemed Kader's timing was favourable, with a new group arriving and several of the big-wigs Ackermann had described apparently in attendance. Most notably of all, nobody seemed to be too interested in<em>Kader</em>. He would have thought the fresh arrival of an Imperial Ace would be something people would want to know more about...but then he remembered that he was hardly unique in that regard.<br/><br/>Figuring that placing himself near to the more raucous pilots might draw<em>too much</em>attention, and that the bearded bomber leader seemed to want to be left alone, Kader meandered casually over to the interceptor pilots, making an effort to place himself near to Lieutenant Tong, as he now knew her name to be.<br/><br/>The conversation seemed to be jovial and triumphal. Evidently things had gone quite well on both fronts. A part of him was curious to know more about the 'secondary target', but he was also keen not to push his luck. He was keenly aware that it was upon him to earn these people's trust.<br/><br/>"Tong, isn't it?" He said, leaning towards her. "Kader Andromius, although if we'd met under other circumstances I'd have introduced myself as DN-27-7. I understand we both came into this outfit through the same gate?"