<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/>Piloting (Space) 2<br/>Perception 1<br/>Range (Light) 1<br/>Stealth 1<br/>Charm 1<br/>Deception 1<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</div></div><br/><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/>Harkon's tolerance of Kader's moral nihilism was impressive...almost refreshing. He nodded and followed Diranna out of the room, taking in all the sights along the way, including the appealing sway of the twi'lek girl's hips.<br/><br/>Purely out of conditioning, Kader still felt a slight pang of unease at the sight of the rebel fighters and their pilots. Engaging with those machines as the enemy was still too fresh in his mind, yet he made an effort to memorise the faces of the people he was going to have to be accepted as a colleague by later on.<br/><br/>The room was no more or less than he'd expected, but Kader was starting to feel a little uneasy about just how much information these rebels seemed to have on him personally. Had Ackermann been monitoring him especially since before their converstion? Or had she been leaking information on the<em>entire</em>crew of the<em>Caveat</em>?<br/><br/>In any case, he changed his clothes - the black G-suit seeming now entirely far too conspicuous - and allowed Diranna to lead him through to the mess hall.<br/><br/>Thanking Diranna, he took a seat opposite his erstwhile wingman and caught the bottle when it came his way. The fact that he wasn't required to insert a ration card into anything before opening it was another indication of the more liberal atmosphere.<br/><br/>"Thank you." Kader said cautiously. "So far this place doesn't seem so bad. At the very least it seems like you don't have to be too careful what you say around people."<br/><br/>He took a long swig and tugged at his uniform. The fit of it was fine, it was just not something he was used to wearing. It made him realise how few various outfits he'd worn over the past few months.<br/><br/>"So is it Ackermann, VERDICT, or what?" He asked forwardly. "Or does it depend who's asking? I imagine you're feeling pretty smug about upping the ante of my little stunt back there. And to think at first I was concerned all you'd be able to do was set off the fire alarms."