Log Date:
	3/16/98

Log Cast:

Log Intro:

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With Mon Mothma gone, Rell slumps down somewhat in her seat, eying what's left 
  of her breakfast -- a significant portion of it -- without much in the way 
  of enthusiasm. Aware that Major Matthias will probably have her hide if she 
  doesn't eat a sufficient amount of nutrition, and that Two-Onebee IV will 
  doubtless back him up, Rell sighs and starts slogging through the cooling 
  cereal, frowning absently at the far blast doors.

Kyttra wanders in, sans baby, her slippers scuffing on the surface of the deck 
  as she walks. She's heading toward the food, hitting up the fruit and milk 
  rather heavily. And getting a large muffin. "Hi," she says tiredly to 
  Rellawy. That's all.

Kyttra
Moderately tall, moderately trim, moderately tanned, moderately attractive, 
  Kyt might be passed off as, well, only moderate were it not for the 
  arresting nature of her gold-speckled chestnut eyes and the cynical twist of 
  her smile. She appears in fact to be somewhat bemused by most of life no 
  matter what the situation, and that wry amusement is echoed in her twinkling 
  eyes and her crooked grin. The rest of her appearance is attended to with 
  (big surprise) only moderate detail: her dark brown hair is long and 
  habitually braided or simply tossed back in a knot, while her clothing is 
  functional and clean. Not flattering, mind you...just functional and clean. 
  She presently wears a loose-fitting white crossover tunic and blue leggings 
  and still sports some of her pudginess from bearing a child. Or from eating 
  sweets. Drained and wan in appearance, she has all the earmarks of a new 
  mom...including the look of weary happiness.

Rellawy lifts her head, blinks a bit at the sound of Kyttra's voice, and 
  smiles crookedly at the other woman. "Hi," she answers back.

Kyttra smiles back, yawns, and glugs her milk. "So. You got anything I can 
  give the kid to make him sleep?"

Rell sits up a little, and begins to look a little relieved; Kyttra is one of 
  the few people on the ship who seems to be of even temper these days, and 
  even without knowing it, Rell smiles rather widely at her. "I cannae say I 
  know too much of bairns, yet, but I can go look summat up. So far, I think 
  ye know more on it than I, to be sure."

"I know that he wants to have access to my body even more frequently than 
  Chris does," Kyt answers sourly, sitting down with her food. "And who peed 
  in your cereal today?"

Rellawy blinks, her smile faltering a little. "Uh... what?" she blurts.

Kyttra waves at Rellawy, loosely, with an apple. "You look all glum. What's 
  wrong? I'm the one getting zippo sleep these days."

Blinkblink. Blink. Oh. Rell's smile returns, even if skewed. "Ah, well, 'tis 
  two of us nae sleepin' much, I fear..." She plays with her cereal spoon, 
  takes a few more decidedly unappetizing bites, and crinkles her nose at the 
  cereal, which is turning into goo.

Kyttra finishes her milk, puts down the glass, notes, "I hate that stuff..." 
  and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "You just look kinda chewed up 
  inside. That's all."

Rellawy crinkles her nose at that, too. She considers the Captain, torn, then 
  admits, "I... ah... was talkin' to the Lady, Mon Mothma. She..." And Rell 
  pauses long enough to gulp down a mouthful of juice, which is following the 
  opposite course from her cereal and getting progressively warmer. "Am I 
  still lookin' nervous, then?"

Kyttra nods. "Yep. And what about Mothball, anyhoo?"

_That_ makes Rell start to quiver with a barely suppressed, nervous giggle. 
  "_Mothball_?!" she repeats, half aghast, half amused.

Kyttra's grin is sideways and entirely unconcerned. "Yeah, Chris called her 
  that once when he was pissed."

"Somehow... somehow, that doesnae surprise me. I..." Rell leans back in her 
  seat, gesturing absently with her hands, and she finally shoves one back 
  through her hair. "Well, I was askin' her... about the morale of the ship." 
  The lieutenant's brief show of mirth fades down a little, back towards 
  anxiety. "Everyone's... angry and stressy, and..." Awkwardly, Rell finally 
  looks back at the other woman. "I was hopin' for advice from her."

"From...from HER?" Kyt laughs caustically, outrageously. "You wanted personal 
  advice from her? From the Chief of State? Gimme a break, Rell. She's a nice 
  leader and all but not much where warmth goes, y'know?"

Rellawy shrinks a little, and mumbles, "I... didnae know who else to ask."

Kyttra giggles, then, coughing, asks, "Well? What am I, a lump? Palpatine's 
  toenail? What?"

Managing a slight timid smile, Rell admits, "I... well... we havenae ever 
  really _talked_, much..." From the look of her, it seems the idea _had_ 
  crossed the girl's mind, but for some reason, she'd been reluctant to 
  address it.

Dent has arrived.

Kyttra shrugs, taking a swig of juice now, and settling back down, feet on the 
  table before her.

Dent enters the mess hall. He smiles and nods to Rellawy and Kyttra.

Seeing Dent pass by, Rell blinkblinks, distracted from whatever she must have 
  been about to say to the other woman. She smiles awkwardly to the pilot, 
  bobbing her head in greeting.

"Yo, Dent." That's Kyt's respectful greeting to the lieutenant.

Dent loosely salutes Kyttra. "Long time, no see." He says with a smile. "How 
  is it going?"

Kyttra shrugs, answering congenially, "Oh, it's going. I'm so fragging tired 
  of being around the infirmary and the Swamp and the baby, though. Me and 
  Thomas, we need to get out for a while."

Dent nods, "And how is the kid?"

Kyttra mmmmm, "Warm and smelly." But she giggles; she's happy.

Rellawy pokes a time or two at her cereal again, unenthusedly nibbles down a 
  few more spoonfuls, and looks back and forth between Kyttra and Dent. She 
  smiles a little more, evidently pleased by the simple innocuousness of the 
  conversation.

Dent smiles, "Well, I certainly hope you weren't expecting anything else."

Kyttra glances Rellawy's way, gets up, and finds another muffin. And more 
  juice. "No, didn't really. Nope."

Rellawy glances back at Kyttra, and the younger girl might perhaps be 
  wrestling with a brief spate of awkwardness; she only smiles lopsidedly, and 
  digs back into what's left of her breakfast.

Damascus's usual stiff-necked stride brings him into the mess hall, where he's 
  already engaged in conversation with Home One's chief of security: 
  "...double shifts whenever we're near...don't want any ... especially the 
  senior ..."

Dent nods, "Good, good. Glad to see everything is doing fine."

Bec has arrived.

Breakfast vs. Rellawy Woodlake. It's a valiant battle, and breakfast seems to 
  be winning; slowly but surely, Rell forces herself through the rest of the 
  sludge that was once her bowl of hot cereal, gulps down the rest of her 
  juice, and then looks up again, seeking out Kyttra's gaze and trying to be 
  unobtrusive about it.

Bravo has arrived.

Damascus sits at a smaller table near the port that looks out into Space(tm) 
  with the security officer, who appears much more casual than his tablemate. 
  For his part, Damascus looks as if he's anxiously awaiting something to 
  happen, like someone staring at a phone and waiting for the ring, or staring 
  at the bread and waiting for toast.

Dent glances back to see Bec's entrance. "Well, if it isn't Lieutenant Ga'lec."

Bravo looks around and waves to Rellawy in greetings before grabbing something 
  to eat.

Bec strides in from the main corridor, picks up a tray and places a glass of 
  water on it. He follows that up with a glass of milk. Carrying what 
  apparently passes for nutrition in the pilot's eyes over toward the tables, 
  Bec inclines his chin toward Dent as the other man calls out his name. 
  "Actuall," he says. "It's Captain Ga'lec. But only for a little while. Is 
  that an empty chair?"

Too unotrusive, perhaps. Rell fails to surreptitiously catch Kyttra's 
  attention. Hearing Bec Ga'lec's voice off across the way, she rises a trifle 
  tensely from her seat; only then does she see Bravo Gaetan's wave, and she 
  smiles awkwardly at him before carrying her now blessedly empty dishes off 
  to the nearest recyc unit.

Kyttra's nose crinkles as she looks around her, wondering what's ... ah. 
  There's the source. Bec. "Hey, Gal."

Dent nods, "I believe so. Sit, sit." He pulls the chair out for him. "Now, 
  what were you saying about you being a captain?"

Bravo grabs some food on a tray and proceeds to an empty table and sits down, 
  to eat.

Bec swings one leg over the back of the chair, which puts him in front of it, 
  and sits down with a thunk. "It's just a formality," he explains. "Temporary 
  field commission, for this little trip we've got planned. Hey, Kyt. Pass the 
  salt?"

Kyttra does, much as a gifted left wing smashballer sets up a solid 2-1-2 
  scoring rush. A tight toss to Bec's hand. "There y'go."

Rell pauses, and murmurs lowly to Kyttra, "I'd... like to talk later, if ye 
  will? Please excuse me..." She offers the woman a small anxious smile, then 
  turns and slips off out of the hall.

Kyttra blinks, then nods to Rell. "Yeah, kid, sure sure."

[End log.]