Who We Are And What We Do

[Azaria]

"Welcome to the 7th Allied Special Operations Group!

You are about to join a tight knit network of well equipped and well respected professionals serving the Glorious Rebellion against the tyrannical Emperor and his Imperial minions.
As a valued member of this elite task force, you will find yourself upholding the ideals of the Rebellion, overthrowing the corrupt and liberating the countless masses who yearn for an end to the choke hold Palpatine has inflicted upon them, throughout the galaxy!

Today you take your first step towards that goal, but you do not take it alone!
Look around you now, and you will see the men, women, and non-gendered beings who will be your comrades in arms, backing you up and supporting you as you take these steps alongside them; and you in turn will mind their 6 and carry them when they cannot carry on.

Indeed, the strength of the team is each individual member, and the strength of each member is the team.

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Every organisation, not just business, needs one core competence: Tactical execution. That is where you and the professionals you work with come in.

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Neither the fanatics nor the faint-hearted are needed. And our duty as freedom fighters is not to the Resistance alone, but to the Galaxy, and, indeed, to all sentient-kind. Our duty is not merely the changing of political power but the restoration of peace and freedom.

So let us not be petty when our cause is so great. Let us not quarrel amongst ourselves when the Galaxy's future is at stake.
Let us stand together with renewed confidence in our cause -- united in our heritage of the past and our hopes for the future -- and determined that this Ideal we love shall lead all sentient-kind into new frontiers of peace and abundance.”

The speech went on from there, but Krusk had stopped reading in earnest a few lines in, and had only lightly skimmed the rest.

Really?

This is the bantha poodu he was supposed to feed to the crowd of miscreants he'd been assigned to watch over?
The literal dredges of the Bothan Spynet and Rebel Alliance alike?!?!

Fur bristling with annoyance, the Bothan 'spymaster' tossed the data pad down onto his desk, only to have it cause an avalanche of papers, pads, and random crap to fall in slow motion off his desk and scatter throughout his dingy office.

"Groom it," he sighed, after several moments of such severe frustration as to have grabbed the blaster from its hidden spot beneath his desk and aimed it at the offending pad, dropping the blaster into a drawer which also, handily, concealed a large bottle of Correllian whiskey and a glass. There was only enough for a few sips, so he ignored the dirty cup and just drained the bottle himself.

"Groom it all."