"Why Horned man think easy to just take out these Imp men?" Fritz questioned, actually raising his hand so he could be seen better. "So half team that blow up comm thingy. They get attacked by everyone there. And you want other half to stand, waiting, doing nothing. And you tell Fritz this easy. And where you be? Team get shot at or team do nothing?" Fritz shook his head, not at all convinced with this plan of attack. "Fritz have better plan" he started, finally putting his hand down after it started getting tired. "We tell Imp men everything we going to do." Fritz took a sip from his fruit juice, despite the smell, Fritz liked the sweet taste of the juice and found it refreshing.
"Hear Fritz out. Instead of splitting us team in half. We split imp men in half. Would be better, yes?" Fritz took out his Rancor plushie for emphasis and visual example. "We have two of us team go up and tell Imp men that they know where rebel peoples are. They tell them they sent by rebels to sabotage base and take louietent prisoner. But they no get paid much. So they go to Imp men to see if they pay more."
During the entire planning session, Fritz began puppeteering his plushie to walk around, wave it's little plushie hand and bounce around the table. "So Louietenant not like that, so they bring two of us team in, and send Imp men out to go get rebels here. What they don't mention, is that there ambush waiting for Imp men, and rebels know they coming. While Louie tent send Imp men away toward trap we make, we have a few of us team cut communication tower. Then, we have team waiting near base to surprise remaining imp men, and two we sent to talk to Louie tents actually captures him instead. Meanwhile, Imp men walk into trap, where we waiting for them, and we spring trap. Imp men can't call for help because communication be cut. And Louis Tant can't tell Imp men that went away to come back. We take Louie man prisoner, give base over, and then Fritz get explosives and droids at base. Good plan, yes?" As Fritz finished, he began absentmindedly playing with the plushie rancor, quietly enjoying himself as he did so.

"I would be with one team blowing things up," Varel growled back, getting bored by everyone questioning his combat skills, especially when they never saw him fight. Anger was rising now and perhaps he should make an example of someone, show them what it means to wield a force beyond their wildest dreams. Glass in front of him trembled ever so slightly before it stopped, Varel reining back his emotions. Not yet, it was not yet time.

"I would go where the fighting is and lend a hand," he continued, more peacefully now, "And you assume way too much with your plan. You hope that the fate will align to help you when instead, you must take the fate in your own hands and shape it to suit your needs."

"The only thing I like about your plan is drawing Imperials out, but even if they take the bait, what would prevent the Lieutenant to simply flee the base once we sabotage the relay? You never mentioned his ship?"

Turning to Famhi Varel continued, "This brings me to another question. Two actually. How many Stormtroopers do you reckong are in the base and does your cell have any soldiers to support us during this mission or will you be content to sit back and watch?"

"And only thing Fritz like of horned man's plan is Fritz get to blow something up." Fritz crossed his arms, looking over to horned man. "If Horned man think Imp men weak enough to fight by himself, then Fritz say have fun, but leave Fritz out of it. Horned man rather split us team apart. Have one half do nothing, while other half get shot at. What's stopping Imp men from swarming us team? Fritz not like suicide mission. Fritz still want explosives and droids." Fritz noticed some glass shaking a bit, but Fritz wasn't familiar with the seismic activity of Iziz, for all he knew it could just be a normal occurrence. "If Horned man listened to Fritz, Horned man would know that what stopping Louis Ten Nat is us team that talking with him. They take Lue captive, force remaining imp men to surrender. Why need stop ship when you can stop man from going to ship?" Fritz took another sip of his juice, the little Jawa was talking a lot and it was making him thirsty. "What saying again, divide we fail. Well why divide us team when Fritz say divide Imp men instead. That way they fail, and not us team. Sometime one need faith, or one has nothing."

"Indeed you are right, I shall not bother you any longer with it," Varel took out another 100 credits and placed it in front of Fritz. "Given the fact that ever since we met, you tried to swindle us, lie to us and threaten to kill us while in return you provided nothing, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Our agreement is no more, take the money, it's more than you deserve and do whatever you want - helping these people included however don't bore me with your plans or ideas because if you think that will work, go ahead and do it. Approach the Imperials and see what happens, just don't drag the rest of us into it."

Having ended his dealings with the Jawa, Varel turned to the rest of the group, "So what do the rest of you think we should do?"

Fritz' eyes narrowed looking toward the Horned man, he still pocketed the credits, credits were credits, he'd take what he can get. "Horned man no want Fritz, fine, Fritz used to that by now." Fritz said, hugging the plushie rancor to his chest. "If Horned man have death wish, that fine too. Fritz not care if horned man's horney head full of Bantha poo doo. Get yourself shot if you want, why force others to get shot at with you?" Fritz at this point got up and stood on the table.
"Horned man think he better then Fritz. But all Horned man do was keep truth away from everyone. You no tell nice pilots they being drafted into this. You no tell them you hiring them as part of Strikey thing. Instead, you force them into it, say they no complete contract yet. Nice pilots give Fritz nice bed to sleep in. Fritz not have big bed to sleep in often. Horned man think Fritz bad? Horned man should look in mirror. Horned man see he worse. Horned man lie to all of us, why we trust horn man?" Fritz walked across the table, carefully avoiding people's drinks as he passed by them, and gently placed 200 credits in front of tail headed captain lady.
"Fritz don't want horned man paying for Fritz to ride nice captain's ship. So Fritz pay for Fritz. This okay, yes?" Fritz then jumped off table and stood on the other end, far away from the horned man as he could get.

Shepherded into the office by their brand-new friend, Kin'aven moved up to the desk with the holoprojector and pushed her hands deep into her pockets, her head-tails coming to rest as she listened to the caamasi's briefing. Her species' mannerisms were calming and soothing after the stresses they'd been through so far, but the spacer listened with her skeptical ear as she attempted to filter out any possible lies or half-truths from what the Rebel leader was saying. No matter how much they liked to claim some sort of moral superiority to the Empire, Kina knew well that each cell was vastly different from the others. Time would tell what sort of people Varel had gotten them involved with. Nothing stood out to her so far.

At any other time, Kin'aven would have appreciated the Ithorian's joke about starship water rations, but right then and there she was agitated and she leveled a heavy scowl on the Ithorian. This was no good time to mock the spacer's lifestyle, and she passed on the offered refreshment. She kept her eyes trained on him until he left the room again, then glanced towards Zin, attempting to judge how she took to the Ithorian's offer. The briefing continued, bringing them down to ground-level, becoming concrete, explaining the whats and the hows, rather than the whys. While the caamasi talked, Kina pored over the holoprojection, letting the words wash over her.

The Ithorian appeared again by the briefing's conclusion, offering refreshments more to her liking. When the glasses were being offered around, she snatched the bottle out of the Ithorian's hands and poured herself a glass --- right to the top, just barely spilling some, before she threw it back in her throat and welcomed the burn. She grimaced, eyes squeezing hard together, before she handed the bottle back to him and let him pour anybody who wanted a glass of their own. However, it seemed drinks and foods were largely forgotten as the group descended into argument. The zabrak spoke. The jawa spoke. The zabrak spoke. The jawa spoke. The zabrak spoke. Then the jawa again. Their back-and-forth caused the captain to tune out their bickering for one long moment while she collected a fruit from Kurtz' tray and cut the peel away with one claw-like fingernail. She bit into the fruit, savoring the juice, before she tapped her finger against the holo-display.

"Garage," she said, tapping the big maintenance entrance. "Cut cable, disable vehicles if possible," then she drew her finger to the right-hand door. "This corridor leads up to the main generator. Boom. We go back to the corridor and swing right after we pass the mess hall. Right to the launch pad. Capture the shuttle. Whatever comes after is a joyride. If we want, we can take the shuttle in for a couple of runs along the length of the outpost, punch a few holes. My girl," she glanced to Zin, "Can handle that. We take the shuttle into the jungle and we go home in victory. Payday."

B2 had just stared at the table the entire time trying to understand any of the strategy the others were talking about . Breaching points, corridors , enemy positions, tricks, traps , deceptions model unit B2-8147- No It was B2-81 and nothing more , it was not a model , its was not a unit, it was no longer simply a number. Nonetheless the group may have well been speaking Mando'a backwards for all it could understand. Thankfully the last plan proposed managed to breach the mess of philosophical and tactical jargon and reach their processors. The deep hum of fans finally came on as B2-81 Spoke "Mr.Varel, i recommend this most recent plan"

When the refreshments were offered, Rtora gladly took them. When the whiskey was brought up tho, he just pretended to ignore it. He didn't want to embarrass himself again trying to drink it. His tongue smelled the air and juice before he realized how weird that was to everyone not familiar with Ipharian Da'Lor. Last person who had told him not to do that in front of others was his master, the memory of which made Rtora sigh as it reminded him of his travels' true purpose.

However the pleasant feeling of a good drink was ruined by a feeling of dread which was rising at the back of his head, like arms around his neck growing tighter. He looked at Varel and saw the glass shaking, he was channeling the Force with malicious intent. Rtora's hands immediately went to his sword, he was fast enough to pull it out of its sheath about the length of an index finger when Varel stopped manipulating the Force. Slowly, nervously glaring at the Zabrak, Rtora sheathed his sword again. His left hand remained on its hilt, a bit tense still and paranoid.

"I-I..umm...I'll go with what Kina said." He stared at the map and realized he was also holding his breath a little. All that previous meditation went to waste, now he had to find the soothing Light stream again within himself and center on it. He clenched his other hand into a fist a few times and rolled his shoulders, trying to relax.

"I agree with the Captain as well," Varel told both B2 and the rest of the crowd, finishing his drink and pouring himself another glass. "Even though I'd prefer if things get a little bit more...destructive, this plan does sound best in this situation."

He also didn't fail to see Rtora going for his blade, but instead of a more violent response he gave him a "cheer" with his glass, smiling as he drank the juice. It was good to know that the snake-man had his eyes on him, ready to interfere if something more was to happen - he might even use it to his own advantage once the situation occurs.

For now, Varel remained back, listening to what others had to say on the matter.

"Fritz okay with that." Fritz said looking up toward the nice captain lady. "But Fritz still want booms and droids at base. Least plan means less booms and droids get damaged or used in process. And Fritz still get to blow something up." Fritz awkwardly looked toward the glass of juice he left unfinished in his previous spot. After a few moments of trying and failing to reach the drink from where he now stood, Fritz stood their staring at the drink across from him as the meeting was going on.