OOC: Open Plot Thread - Rebels and Jedi Only Casually humming to herself, a slight female figure walked through the metal lined corridor of Star Base. A newly occupied base of operations for the Galactic Alliance, that had recently became the young teenager's home of sorts whilst the finishing touches were made to the installed systems throughout the base. The fiery haired teen continued her way through the network of corridors, her bright emerald hued eyes darting about as she continued to scan for the various land marks that allowed her to make her way throughout the base without getting too lost. A light murmur passed the teen's lips as she came to a standstill as the corridor came into a four way junction, her gaze narrowing as she looked down each of the opened paths available to her. "I shouldn't have let Ditto go on charge just yet" the teen commented to herself as she looked up and down branching corridors, as her hand rose up to run through her hair and massage the back of her neck. She had managed to do it once again, she had gotten herself lost in her new surroundings. Sighing the teen decided to just go down one corridor and see where it lead, worst case scenario she could always back track and provided she doesn't come across the icy climate out doors she should eventually find the mess room. Something that given the teen was a bit of an oddity to have not memorized the route between the mess room, the hanger and the main plant room off by heart over the few days she had been stationed at the base by now. As she continued down the corridor the teen, she pursed her lips in thought as she studied series of spaces that were sparing off either side of her. As much as she tried she couldn't find anything that looked familiar. Coming to a halt the teen looked over her shoulder and contemplated turning back, only to have her attention get pulled to the side as the pneumatic sound of the door sliding open. As her bright emerald gaze falling upon a twi'lek officer, the pensive lost look on her features softened at the sight of the new arrival. "Umm, do you know which way the mess hall is? i've gotten lost again" Eisa asked the green skinned male, who simply rolled his eyes as he cast a light grin at the teen's predicament. "Go back the way you came, turn right and then its the second corridor to the left" the officer advised with a light chuckle at the teen's candid admission that she was lost within the base. Thanking the Twi'lek for the directions the teen spun on her feet and back tracked on herself back towards the path she came along, before following the directions given to her. Soon enough the fiery haired teen had found herself crossing the threshold of an all to familiar site, the Base's mess hall. Her eyes scanning over the ranked tables and chairs that were spread out throughout the dining area, there were a few familiar looking faces among those already gathered on their breaks. Her gaze soon panned over towards the large holonet screens hung from the ceiling, displaying live feeds from the various holo News networks or the IRNN. Like usual the news channels were often left running so some the rebels can keep an ear out for anything that might have happened closer to their home world's or loved ones. Shaking her head, as she suddenly pulled her attention back towards her current objective. Eisa directed her attention on the cantine area of the mess hall, her bright emerald eyes intently studying the array of food that was stacked in the self service counter. Picking up a tray the teen, soon made short work of loading her tray up with a healthy mountain of food and made her way over towards an empty table. Sitting down at the table, the teen had barely waited for her rear to touch the seat of her chair before she had started to lift the food from her tray and started to eat away. Whilst her gaze alternated between the tray of food and her retrieved holopad, the teen was soon lost in cheerfully enjoying her meal whilst working her way through the various messages and work request dockets that had came through to her device. Periodically Eisa's attention would lift up towards the mess hall around her, as a round of laughter echoed out from one of the gathered groups or some catchy tune ringing out as an advertisement played over the holonet.