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trans_92010-07-03 01:45 pm
Debriefing
Wedge was tired. He hadn't slept much since they'd gotten back to the ship. He'd been busy going over recordings, sensor-readings and other data from their fight with the Ohm. And in between that he'd been checking up on Shinn in the med bay and moving furniture and other things into the headquarters. But this was important. Discussing what had happened, getting impressions from his people and speaking to them about it would be important. So he waited, leaning against the wall in the briefing room, which had been refurnished, along with the other rooms of the headquarters. At least no one was dead, right?

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Not a small part of it was because, now that she had seen the squadron fly and assessed the capabilities of the members both as pilots and as leaders, she had come to the conclusion that she was one of the few who were qualified enough to be an officer.
And an officer had to be impeccable to higher command and approachable to their soldiers. She was trying to be both. She snapped off a salute to Wedge at attention when she entered the room. "General Antilles," she said.
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"Miss Chacon. Glad to see you. Actually, I'm happy to see that you're here a bit early. You wanted to speak to me?"
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Perhaps this was why she was Jed-Eye and pilot.
From the doorway she studied Wedge, then moved through it. His posture, the way he moved--all of these things she observed and kept her eye on as she approached. He was tired, overworked, such things did not sit well with her.
"After this meeting," she said, her voice more than a little rough, "it is time for rest, mm?" Her fingers caught his shoulder and squeezed. "You must do this thing, this relaxing, sleeping." She was one to talk as she had made it to the meeting despite her various injuries. Kyle made her rest and she had her tea. She was better than she had been after the crash and in the medical bay.
Her bruises were still there, though, giving her face a gaunt appearance, especially with the one eye's swelling just now finally receding.
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"I'll be fine, really. I'm used to it." He shrugged, glancing at Arha as she approached.
"There's too much to do. I just can't sit and relax when there's business to take care of..." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was a little tired. But he could deal with it. He'd done so before.
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He was particularly subdued today, tone, posture and salute lacking any life or enthusiasm. Then again, Jamie was never what one might call vibrant, so it was a subtle difference at best.
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"Have a seat. We'll be started shortly."
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"Sir," he said as he saw Wedge. He'd decided to drop any familiarity, at least in public to serve as a better example for some of the new recruits. Not his normal way of doing business, but everyone needed to show their commander the respect he deserved. Still he let a bit of concern slip into his tone. Wedge looked like hell. Then again he probably didn't look much better. "I have my report ready if you want it now."
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"Thank you, Kawalsky. I'll take a look at it. No need to write it out on paper."
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The apology was more of a formality than anything; Axl knew perfectly well that until training actually happened, he would've been a massive liability in the air at best (and wouldn't have made it out of the hangar at worst). Still, even if it was just a formality and he knew he'd been much better off fighting on the ground this time, he was sorry. He'd rather have been up there with the people he'd already made the decision to fight with, and not being able to felt like something of a letdown, even when the reasoning behind it was solid.
He'd be ready to fly by the next one even if it killed him.
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"Yo..." Lowe uttered, waving to Wedge. "Not too late, am I? If I am, sorry, needed to check a few things over." he said.
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"Not at all. And the ships can wait for a little while, there's no rush at the moment."
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Leaning against the back wall he watched as other newer members of the squad started to filter in, crossing his arms and remaining silent. Introductions could come later. He was more concerned about hearing what he had missed than anything yet.
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"How're you holding up?" he wanted to know.
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He was glad to see that most everyone seemed to be doing all right.
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