IC: Rhia Grames The locker room was deathly silent. The Nar Shaddaa Smugglers had been handed their worst defeat of the season against a strong team from Alsakan, 4-34. Nobody was happy about the loss. Nobody could quite figure out what had gone wrong except for General Manager Rhia Grames as she patrolled up and down the benches, tired and beaten players on either side of her barely raising their eyes to meet her stern face. They knew they had failed her today. "Unacceptable play, ladies and gentlemen. This kind of performance puts teams in a hole. I took many notes today and I'm disgusted, and I rarely use that word, with the performance of both units. You played like a premiere league team, heck, I wouldn't even say that you could have won one of those games with your play today," Grames thundered. "I haven't spent the better part of my life assembling championship teams to see them collapse on their first game on the road. You are all talented, you all have what it takes, otherwise I never would have agreed to you coming here. Whatever happened out there on that pitch is behind us, but believe me, I want you to learn from it and head into practice this week with a burning desire to kick some tail against the Senators. We are, and I think you feel the same way, not a middle of the pack team. It's time we turn things up, we play more fiercely, and we come out giving the opposition hell all the way down the stretch. Am I understood?" A chorus of voices responded in the affirmative. Head Coach Tover Micjaa nodded his approval from the side of the room. He knew thing were bad when the general manager was in the locker room publicly berating the players performance. Not only did a poor performance hurt ticket sales, it hurt her pride and Grames was never one to like losing face in any situation. "I know I'm not your head coach, and Tover over here has done the best job possible, but I want you to dig deep within yourselves and come out winning next week. We are pulling out all the stops. If that means more penalties, fine, if that means more potential for injuries, fine, but I want to see you guys go out there and show the galaxy that the Nar Shaddaa Smugglers cannot be put away so easily. Today was a fluke, remember that," Grames added, her voice firm and direct. "Extra practices. Focus on the basics. I saw a bunch of individuals out there today which enabled the Flyers to divide and conquer. We're a team, people. There is no individual in team. Got that? Now, sorry to have to be mean, but this kind of play cannot continue. I respect you all and know you can do better. The road stretch doesn't get any easier, folks. Buckle down and let's play Limmie our way," Grames finished and tore out of the locker room leaving the players with a sense of guilt but also inspiration that their play could be better.