EB: Briefing
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Meanwhile, standing outside the doors of the meeting, Jurell was standing flanked by four guards and their NCO with a grimace on his face. Of course, that damned Princess. She probably got upset that he was leaving a meeting that had some sort of sensitive information. Well, that meant that his freedom was no longer his own. That was what he got for joining up with an organization instead of just working by himself. The money had been good, and it allowed him to kick the Empire in the balls every once in a while.
Standing as he was with his back against the door, he still caught Caddanra's parting words to him as he left the room. The dark-skinned young man was mildly annoyed that she seemed to think his points were nothing but blustering, but, she seemed to at least be willing to change her mind when necessary instead of sticking to orders for orders' sake. Maybe there were some redeeming factors to her? Besides, it beat having to stand here and stare at a squad of Rebel guards that seemed all-too-willing to throw him in a cell by the way their NCO had been saying that they wanted him to follow them. [Private to GM: However, the most important consideration was the fact that his life was now tied directly to what the Empire wished. The more useful his position, the more likely they would be to leave him well enough alone as long as he submitted reports on important Rebel activity. And considering how important Alpha Team's activities seemed to be to the Rebellion (searching for Jedi artifacts?!), he had to bet that being in this squad would get the Empire off his back indefinitely.]
Weighing his options for a few moments, Jurell raised his hands in a surrendering motion and flashed the Rebel guards outside the door a brilliant smile.
"Sorry, I'd love to come with you, but it seems I'm sorta needed in the meeting going on through the door behind me," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "So, if you don't mind, I'll be heading back in there. Have a nice day!"
With that, the turned on his heel and walked back through the automatic door into the briefing room once again without giving the NCO a chance to get a response in. After all, Jurell didn't want to give him a chance to decide he wanted to take the fighter-for-hire into custody anyway.
Walking past Caddy on the way back to his seat, he glanced sidelong at her.
"Alright then," he stated with a shrug and a wry smile. "Just try not to get us killed on this op. I signed up to do some real hurt to the Empire, and I'd be pretty disappointed if we all died on the first mission."
With that, he was back in his chair, leaning back with his feet propped up on the edge of the table with his hands folded behind his head. Still, he was quiet and listening to the rest of the details of the mission. His posture was reminiscent of a Huurton when not on the hunt--body posture completely relaxed, but senses completely alert.