"And don't even think about getting transfered to another bunk group. You four were the last to arrive, all the other spots are filled. So for now, let's concentrate on learning about eachother and training Commandos."
Tracinya bit back a laugh at Mag's comment about switching bunk groups. It was a draw back to being the tail that wagged of a group. Showing up last and all. She didn't mind were she was, she was sure she could get along with the others at least as long as they stayed 'polite'. Her bes'bev would be knocking some heads if anyone tried anything funny. If that didn't get her point across she'd upgrade her tactics accordingly.
"My specialty, as you put it, is infiltrating enemy real estate, breaking a few necks, planting bombs, and blowing it all to hell. In other words CQC, Infiltration, and Sabotouge." Gerd said crossing his arms.
"And you said commando's. Is that who'll we'll be training? Fett was light on the details and heavy on the credits." He said as he apped his cigar.
((OOC leaving space for Djenne's reply))
Tracinya bit back her first comment on Gerd's addition to the conversation. She almost asked if he was complaining about the credits Jango had given for the assignment. It wasn't her business what he thought of the credits or the job ahead of them. She was also curious about Mag's comment about training commandos. They were the specially trained able to go anywhere to do anything usually working in groups of three or four. She pondered that a long moment before she asked her own question, "Just how many 'commandos' are we training?"
It was then the doors hissed open again, it wasn't the Kaminoan that had come back to check on them. This was Jango Fett, one of the few to survive Galidraan, he'd taken out over a dozen jedi on his own, with his bare hands, he was battle scarred, no nonesense. Jango was wearing a simple slate blue grey shirt and grey pants with his boots, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Jango did not smile nor did he frown as he took stock in the room. His dark brown eyes met each member in the room before stopping at Mag's.
"You'll each be training 100 commados." he said in a timbre basic laced with his Concord Dawn accent. "Mag's Training Sergeant Leader of this group, he's going to pick his seconds after watching you all at you're best." Jango paused long enough to let his words sink in. "Anything you want to add to that Mag?"
((OOC: hope that is okay if not let me know and i'll edit as needs be. also if anyone thinks my posts are too long let me know and i'll cut them down, but i am finally back in the swing for rp posts i think
-modified for quotes for easier reading thanks for the tip