<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/hl9zo2f6j)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kylen Jan-Tharsis<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Indellian system, New Republic repair & supply ship Indata, conference room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 1, noon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A simple but functional coverall in deep grays and greens, covered in an all-temperature cloak<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>A medkit backpack and a blaster in a holster so new and unused it squeaks. (Her lightsaber is concealed behind her back under her cloak).<br/><hr/>Kylen listened dutifully to the briefing taking mental notes as she did, the information of the Imperial vessels was filed away. Confirming or refuting the information would be a large part of this mission she suspected. She listened to the questions the others asked, those questions would provide answers of a different kind, answers which hopefully included what manner of people they were. Giving one last look around the room she stood and spoke again in a firm clear voice, the steady tone of a diplomat.<br/><br/>"I have a few questions, Commander. First, why us? A team which hardly knows each other? Second, who is to be in charge of this operation? Last, as I suspect we will be afforded a certain autonomy being separated from command, how much time will we have either before we depart or in transit to learn each others capabilities so that we may work a cohesive unit?"<br/><br/>Kylen kept her eyes leveled on the command staff, her face impassive, with the barest hint of inquisitiveness as she retook her seat.