Strangers in a Strange Land

[Dashiel Starborn]

While Tur'enne talked with the pilots, Dash's eyes were on the prize: a bottle of familiar looking liquor. He thought of the last time he'd gotten drunk with Charlotte. One corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a small smile as he looked across the table at her.

“So who you both with? Fleet command?”

“Uh,” Dash blinked out of his distraction. “We're with...”

[Charlotte Tur'enne]

Charlotte cast a playful glance as her partner stumbled over his words. She brought a finger to her lips.

"It's a secret."

It wasn't exactly a lie. Both the Intel operative and Spec Force officer had enough black marks over their reports that top secret was the norm and surely this little trip to the Wheel was going to end up in the same category.

[Jamo Jakatta]

“More secret than this?” Cards in one hand, Jamo gestured with the other to the room around them.

“Cause I'm willing to bet a whole 'nother weeks worth of coupons that whatever blue milk run you two are on doesn't compare to this.”

Across the table from him, another of the pilots - a Zabrak with pale blonde hair pulled into a top-knot that did little to hide her horns – groaned and shook her head.

“Will you shut up and play already?”