Tadia s'est évanouie incomfortablement. Comme l'un des "Vétérans", elle se tenait près du reste d'entre eux. Certaines personnes ont regardé vers les anciens combattants, mais ce n'était rien de spécial. C'était voir plus de mort, elle avait vu plus que n'importe qui d'autre. Certains ont plaisanté que son compte de mort était plus élevé que celui de n'importe qui d'autre, elle n'était pas encore à rencontrer celui qui a commencé cette blague mais pour leur bien elle espérait qu'ils n'auraient jamais été blessés. Bien que bien sûr elle les aiderait réellement, ce ne serait pas une menace si elle ne prétendait pas qu'elle ne le ferait pas.
La vérité à dire à chaque instant hors de l'infirmerie était un moment gâché dans ses yeux, ce sont de nouvelles recrues oui, mais ils n'avaient pas besoin de la pompe ni de la cérémonie qui n'est pas ce qu'était la vie. Ce n'était pas l'Empire où tout était brillant et nouveau, ce n'était pas une tentative de recrutement et ce n'était certainement pas la vieille République. C'était l'Alliance des rebelles, ils pouvaient l'appeler comme ils le veulent, mais ils étaient tous des rebelles et prétendre autrement n'était qu'une perte de temps. Ils ne seraient pas toujours rebelles, j'espère, mais pourquoi le sucre manteau quelque chose d'horrible?
Le pire, c'était le nouveau lieutenant. Ne pourraient-ils pas promouvoir quelqu'un? Le sang frais sur la ligne de front allait finir sur sa table s'ils avaient de la chance. En fait, le lieutenant précédent était encore dans la morgue alors qu'ils essayaient de trouver une famille pour envoyer le corps trop à l'écart que le corps serait libéré dans l'espace. Elle s'est à nouveau mal à l'aise dans ce qui était maintenant des vêtements sous-dimensionnés, probablement à partir d'un deux nombreux lavages (et pourtant ils avaient encore des taches de sang sur eux malgré qu'ils soient son uniforme vestimentaire), et a juste attendu que cette farce soit finie.
Name: Lieutenant Durod Byron
Species: Human
Age: 22
Planet of Origin: Alderaan
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance:

Skills/Abilities:
Academy Trained -- The fledgling Rebel Alliance has little in the way of formal training traditions, but Fleet Command oversees several training operations for its officer corps, usually in mobile academies aboard capital ships. Byron is a graduate of one such school of command, and has extensive working knowledge of strategic theory.
Connected -- Although he doesn't go out of his way to use his political connections, he is linked through family and friends to the Organas, and while individual merit likely could have earned him an officer's post, these connections have served him well in getting there early.
Likable -- Byron has a self-depreciating personality and a thick skin. Raised around diplomatic types, he's grown rather adept at staying off shit-lists -- he'll win you over, sooner or later, more often than not.
Inexperienced -- The Liberators are not his first assignment, but his first assignment was a marine detail with the core fleet which saw very little action. Byron handles the administrative and logistical elements well enough (in the core fleet anyway), but knows he's out of his element on the Rim, and expects to take his cues from the unit.
Indecisive -- Like any good academic mind, Byron is extremely wary of slipping up or making a mistake. Let's just call it a fear of errors, and this fear could prove challenging with an infantry role. He is aware of the weakness, but it remains a weakness.
Equipment:
Standard-issue across the board.
Psychological Profile:
A believer, and a 'citizen' of the Rebel Alliance. Byron has faith in the cause, and expects -- on some level, conscious or otherwise -- that battle will ultimately favor the good. He has reservations about the criminal elements of the Rebellion, but leaves them unsaid. He's generally a regular human being -- some idealism, perhaps, but tempered by reality and the responsibilities of leadership. He doesn't like to think of himself as part of 'the command structure,' but he is, and he has the necessary skills to perform competently in that role -- even if, personally, he'd prefer to think of himself as 'just like anybody else.' To an extent that's true -- but he's blissfully ignorant of what a real war looks and feels like, and he's about to get a crash-course.
History:
Mostly it's been said -- he joined the Rebel Fleet to make Daddy proud, and to fulfill his dream of seeing the Empire fall. Educated, and a bit 'groomed' for the position by upbringing and by assignment. He is inexperienced but ready to learn, or so he believes. He could be a posterchild for rebel psyops, holding a blaster with a smile and proudly declaring, "I'm doing my part!" Instead he's been sent to the Liberators, where a prospect of his caliber could begin an illustrious and meaningful career on the front lines of the galactic civil war.
Yes, and:
In his briefings on the Liberators, Byron took special interest in Thanner Antares, a unique asset with a complicated history. He considers it his first order of business to smooth over Antares' transition into the unit, and is mindful of opportunities to put the defector's skills on display for the others to build camaraderie. He plans on enlisting Sergeant Sekula in this effort, as the senior enlisted trooper. Her credibility could open the door, and the unit would benefit from having such a specialist in their ranks.