During the speech, Tavel fiddled with the basic commlink he had been given upon boarding the Half Shadow. He'd have to do some tinkering, but he thought he could get some more functionality out of it. "Blah blah blah, Kill the Empire, blah blah, team building, you'll all die, evaluation and training, phone home, whatever." He smirked, and rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure a few people nearby were concealing smiles. But now, nearly a full day to plan. Excellent.
Tavel chose not to make much small talk, at least not focus on it. He didn't know these people yet. Everyone in this room had to have skill, but who were the ones he needed to watch? Well, the women of course. He memorized all their faces, and guessed at a few body sizes as well.
He needed more information. He needed time to think. He needed a safe terminal to slice. He kneaded that ass that just walked by. He gave his best knowing smile, and moved off towards the General, hoping to overhear whatever that pretty young lady and he were talking about.
Perception(Hearing) d10 +In Plain Sight d6 if the conversation is supposed to be private.
If not, listen in and perhaps start conversation, looking to obtain more information about their missions/training. Also, who the young lady is, as well as where her quarters are.
Tavel hummed to himself as he searched for the terminal, thinking he very much liked the sass of this "Tammy". Since apparently they were divided in groups, he really hoped he got assigned to her group. But then again, perhaps not. The rebels might not look highly upon sleeping with your Commander. He'd have to see if there was a regulation against that.
He had a bit more information about tomorrow's training, so he casually bantered with any passers by as he walked up and down the corridors. He looked in to nearly every corner of the ship that he was allowed access to, until finally an unoccupied and somewhat private terminal.
Just as he got ready to connect his slicing datapad, though, some messages came through. "Chief Computer Supervisor, eh? Head watchdog more like it..." he muttered to himself. His curiosity was peaked though. Were they already watching him? How could they have known? No, it must me something more mundane... he'd still need to find out what it was, though. He considered his options. His feet started taking him back towards the Computer Labs. A meeting with Jordan Gmesh might let him pick up some security holes that he could exploit later. And if so, there was always time to find another terminal after he ate. Perhaps even after squads were assigned. He really only needed to find information on his squad mates anyhow. They were the most important.
Yes, he'd find out what the CCS Gmesh wanted, scope around, and get something to eat. It probably was a good idea to meet his potential squad mates anyhow. First impressions were important, as information gathered from slicing wasn't always correct, as he'd found out more than once.
His steps quickly led him to the Computer Labs, where he presented himself to Gmesh. "You were wanting to see me Sir?"
Int d12 + Perception d6 (+Attuned to Tech d6?) for identifying any apparent security features of the equipment around him.
The same roll (minus Attuned to Tech) for attempting to see if Jordan Gmesh has any suspicions of potential slicing of his network.
With her mind still a bit clouded because of ryll, Ios left the quarters.
Inside the mess hall, she got her meal, and placing herself in the corner, she tried to eat as quickly as possible. She did not, however, manage to pass along unoticed.
'I guess you're one of the new pilots, are not you?' young, zabrak female asked. By the look of her uniform, she was bound to be stationed on one of the work-decks.
Ios slowly shook her head.
'Thought so. I'm Specialist Triz Or she continued.
The twi'lek fought off the urge to tell her to get lost.
'Alia'Redora, lieutenant second class' she replied instead.
For a while, they ate in silence. Finally, Triz spoke again.
'You're always so... tranquil?'
Again, she received a nod in response. Apparently, it was all she wanted to know, for soon thereafter, she finished eating, and left the mess. Fem minutes later, Ios did as well.
Instead of heeding back to the pilot's quarters, she took a tour through ship's decks, trying to familiarize herself with her new home.
Anything interesting she passes by?