Time for a plan

Who : Those from the "mjlleni ...sorry Rebel BD" + our lot
Where : Confernce room, Rebel BD
When : afterwards
 
"So thats all your plan is it?"
 
There had been some bickering going on...For the last hour Phil and Captain Tara had been discussing battle plans...Normal Tara was not happy and had stormed off somewhere..
 
Even Captain Alota had got bored and decided to join Tara, giving her husband Jay a "you better make sure nothing goes on cos if you do you can say goodbye to ALL bed privalges..."
 
"Is there someting wrong with it?" asked
 
"Something wrong...oh no no no...EVERTHTNG WRONG WITH IT...."
 
"erm excuse me, it t-t-took me ages to think up this plan...." stammered geek Phil..
 
"Well it's crap..."
 
"Why do think it's crap?"
 
*crash*
"EEEEE"
*thud*
 
"What was that midget doing up in the ventelation duct?"
 
Phil, distracted by the site of a comataose MP replied "Knowing him trying to look down your top..."
 
"Hmmm?" answered CT.
 
"Well, you do sem to be showing...aha...clevage..."
 
"Really and does that embarrs you?" she said leaning forward so old Phil could get a REALLY good look.
 
"ehhh...Look, back to the plan...it's shit...really it is...We'd have better luck simply asking dean thomas to dock the ship with the thing..."
 
"Thomas..Dean Thomas?...one of the best fighter pilots in the galaxy? The one who did the kessel run in 3.4 parsecs?"
 
"Are we ...I see your Dean Thomas is a wee bit differnt from ours then..."
 
"Has he taken out many ships?" asked GP
 
"I can say 100% that Dean Thomas has destroyed more ships then anyother person I know..."
 
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