Rtora just grumbled at Varel's gesture, the Ipharian glared at him and poured himself another glass of juice. At the same time he inched Fritz's glass closer to the edge of the table so the Jawa could easily reach it.
@Colapse @GobMaw_HellSmasha

The Mandalorian simply nodded after the arguments and bickering had ended; the Captain actually took charge of the situation, however briefly.
There wasn't very much for him to do aside from agree - even moving over towards Kina and Zin's sides, as though silently showing his support on the matter - and cross his arms over his chestpiece.
The glance between the two others however - Rtora and Varel - had gotten him somewhat intrigued out of the corner of his eye.

A few words of Mando'a were muttered to himself, just low enough that even the two near him could barely hear him, let alone intelligibly.

Kin'aven looked down at the Jawa, then his credits, and she picked them up. "... All right, fair's fair," she agreed, decid wolfed down the fruit. She'd developed a hunger since leaving the ship. Not much, but enough to render the sweet taste of the fruit a delicious reward for her turbulent day. The others, one, two, three, all of them. They spoke up, agreeing to her plan. She'd never figured herself a leader of men; at least not in that way. She was grateful to have the fruit to chew on, to have an excuse to swallow down the tightness that developed in her throat as she felt their trust loaded onto her shoulders.

She glanced aside to Zin and put on a grin, before she looked back to the rest of the group. "... All right... If you're all in agreement about my plan, then I may as well be the one to hold you by the ears while we put it to action," she said, leveling a steady look on the Mandalorian. Their kind respected a certain strength, and she imagined herself wearing the sort of steely look that she saw gunfighters wear on the holovids. Not that she was any amateur on looking determined, but this whole affair had put her in a funny mood and she felt a lurch in her stomach that she'd associated with the night before a planned raid during her swoop gang years. A kind of tight feeling that would soon ease. The night of the raid would become nothing more than a blur in memory, once cold adrenaline got its say.

The Bounty Hunter simply glanced over at her now, as though giving her an acknowledging look; perhaps not one that acknowledged her as the leader, but she certainly could see that he wasn't seeing her as beneath him. At least some form of respect was shown.
"I don't do the planning; I do the on-the-spot. So I'll leave it to you to do the plans here, and I'll see to holding up my end on keeping this group up and alive when we're in there." He said.


@Kalle

(@Wata ) Fritz looked to the glass that snake man moved closer to him. He looked up toward the snake man for a moment and down toward the glass. "Fritz thank Snake man" Fritz said with a slight nod of acknowledgement and then went right to finishing off the fruit juice. (@Kalle ) Nice captain lady chimed in with the notion of pulling everyone's ears. A statement that seemed...odd to the Jawa, as he instinctively started backing away from the head tail captain till he was certain he was out of reach. "Err, that okay... no need pull Fritz ears. Fritz just go with plan, yes? Fritz not need ears pulled, honest."

Onderon Relief Agency; Office

Famhi and Kurtz watched as the discussion went from mission planning to argument back to mission planning. Atleast there wasn't a thermal detonator pulled out this time! Seeing that they finally came to an agreement Famhi stepped forward towards the table. "One little issue, we are short on funds here as you are well aware due to our payment agreement, so doing too much collateral damage would hinder our operations once the base is secure. And as for you question about troops we can provide," At this point Kurtz stood from his chair. "I've got this Famhi. I am the only combat ready Rebel in this cell. That's why we requested you."

Stepping forward to the holo-vid the Ithorian taps a few buttons and the image changes.

Turning towards the group once the image changed. "But what I am able to do is provide area reconnaissance. I have scouted this area over the last two weeks. I know the approximate troop totals and patrol patterns for Whisper Base." Placing a toothpick in his mouth he let the information settle in before continuing. "As you can see here there is a pretty good distance between the base and the relay. So hitting both will severely hinder your group supporting one another. That's why we recommend severing the cable inside the garage, but I'll get back to that. Nearly all hours of the day and night they have patrols in the jungle around the base consisting of two speeder bikes each. Normally only 3 patrols are out at any given time." Kurtz took a drink of his whiskey before continuing. "The base supports around 30 personnel, with what I've seen it's numbers are closer to 24. Of those only 6 are Stormtroopers, 6 scouts, 4 Officers and the rest are sentries." Looking at the group once more he tried to read how they took this information. "Now back to the cable I mentioned earlier, they have been having regular issues with critters chewing on the cables and knocking out their connection to the relay. So many that cutting it won't raise any alarms. The base is locked down and requires a code cylinder to get inside. Lucky for you when the comms go down they send a group of sentries to check it out, they will have your code cylinder. How you handle the rest is upto you. But again we can't take the base ourselves, the jobs too big for a solo op. Once it's secure contact us so we can move in to begin monitoring."

Stepping forward once more, Famhi addressed the group. "Speaking of which, you will need a callsign. Being that this group seems eager for violence I think Howlrunner is quite fitting. Once the base is secure contact me, 'mynock' and we will begin moving in." The Caamasi grabbed a glass and poured herself some of the juice and was about to take a drink when she stopped. "And before this de-escalates into another argument, if you secure the base WITH Lieutenant Sarev alive we have some information about 3 T-16 Skyhoppers that crashed in the jungle. All armed for hunting large animals and look to require some minor repairs. Hopefully that will sweeten the deal." She tipped the glass slightly towards the group before having a drink.

"Ooooh! oooh! We have code names too! Like in holovids Fritz watch!" Fritz piped in rather excitedly, pointing toward the members while addressing them with potential code names. (@Wata ) "Snake man can be Scales" (@Kalle ) "Nice Captain lady can be Twin Tails" (@Casavay ) "Green eyes can be...Emerald...something...Fritz still working on it" (@bossaroo ) "droid can be Boltz" (@Vlayden ) "Mander Dalorian that ignore Fritz can be Flak" (@Colapse ) "Horney Man can be Spikes" the Jawa then pointed toward himself. "And Fritz can be...Err...Fritz...yes"

Sweetened deals was enough to have the gears in Kina's lekku turning again. She glanced back at the map of the outpost. "Plan stays the same, but we're splitting up. Zin (@Casavay), Varel (@Colapse), Rtora (@Wata), and Fritz (@GobMaw_HellSmasha), your job is unchanged. After we've cut the cable, you're going right and hitting the main generator," she said, tapping the little room. "Then you head for the launch pad. We need Fritz to blow the generator and Zin to pilot our getaway. You two boys keep them in one piece," she said, with a forceful note that implied a great deal of stress on that particular order.

"Valrin (@Vlayden) and I are taking B2 (@bossaroo) through this long, straight corridor... and we're hitting the officer's offices," she decided. She looked at Valrin. "You've snatched a man alive before, no? All blasters to stun, we kick in the doors in these two offices," she tapped the two rooms along the corridor. "And we shoot anything inside. Grab the lieutenant, if there. If not, we get out. Everybody regroup outside the launch pad. Time schedule is unchanged, we'll be in and out before the Imps know what hit 'em. Smash and grab."

Fritz's code name antics made Rtora genuinely laugh. He found the laugh was sorely needed as well, easing the tension off his shoulders.

Then he heard he was going with Varel on the job. He leaned on the table as if to say something but decided against it on the last moment. He instead pretended to be looking at the map a little closer. Looked like he couldn't get away from Varel anytime soon so better not make it too obvious, he didn't want anyone pointing Jedi fingers at him.

Zin was momentarily amused and distracted by Fritz' antics, and smiled at him. "Maybe just Emmy?", she suggested, before, rather displeasedly, switching her blaster to stun in silent agreement with her tenya. Certainly, she enjoyed the thought of the rewards, but she had her own, personal doubts that this mission would be too easy; not to mention that she trusted only one person in this room.

"Sure, I'll pilot it. I'll pilot every getaway you want."