Poe marched down the hallway to meet the others. Finn, not being part of the crew, wasn't meant to attend, and Rose opted to stay with him and wait for news. Bad news, as they'd find out. Poe was just about to open the doors and deliver it when he heard a voice behind him.

"Poe? Hey, Poe, there you are!"

He turned and saw Bernard approaching. Poe frowned and turned his attention back to the door. He was still a bit ticked by the janitor's disappearance after the meeting. Bernard continued as he came up. "Sorry I didn't meet up with you right away. I was waiting in the hall, but I guess you went out the other one."

"Yeah, I guess so." The door opened and they went in. Poe quickly added with sarcasm, "Oh, and thanks for all the help back there."

"Heh. Sorry. I figured it'd be better for both of us if I stayed out it this time."

Despite his irritation, the young pilot lifted his eyebrows incredulously. "You? Stay out of an argument? If nothing else, you'd sit back and laugh at us while we talked."

Bernard chuckled at his friend's precision. "Well—"

"An argument?" said Finn. "Doesn't sound like things went too well with the new leader."

Rose, Bernard's junior partner in maintenance and ground crew, hopped off of a nearby crate and joined the conversation. "Yeah, who is it? Who'd they get?"

"Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo." Bernard shuddered, mostly for effect. "Purple hair and all."

"I've heard about her," Finn mused. "Battle of Kyron Belt, right?"

"You know, that's the same thing Poe said. Now, I remember that whole thing, and I don't see what was so great about what she did."

"Oh, now, come on, Bernard," Poe interrupted. "Even if neither of us like her, you've got to admit it was clever. You remember how the battle went, you said? Or was that for effect?"

"Yes, I do remember. And it was just a simple maneuver. Not some brilliant move; and let me tell you what else, I have it on good authority she was trying to retreat. Just so happened her path through the Belt went right past where they stashed their bombs or something."

"They'd hidden their explosives on an asteroid until they could load them onto their big ship," Finn jumped in, with no small enthusiasm. "The maneuver was the last thing that Imperial splinter expected. And while they were kept busy with a squadron of starfighters, the Ninco swept in and destroyed the explosives. Then she went back around through the Belt and flanked their other starships. She stopped their plans to take over Coruscant while the entire—"

"—Yeah, the entire leadership of the Republic were in a meeting there," Bernard finished. "You know, Stormtrooper, you seem like you know a lot about this."

Finn seemed to suddenly realize he'd stepped into a spotlight and looked like a sheep that was sheared in the night, and has only realized it at noon. "Well, I—I guess I've just always admired that kind of military ability, clever strategy, you know. Regardless of which side it's on. And…" He glanced down, and his voice lowered. "And especially strategy that saves a lot of people. I mean, those pilots went out there knowing most of them wouldn't come back, and they went out willingly, just to save a bunch of people they'd never know."

"They were heroes, pal," said Poe, with a clap on his friend's shoulder.

"Heroes." Finn smiled a bit, then scratched his neck, the wool growing back already. "I-I've never really told anybody about all that before. Back in the First Order, if I said I admired the skill of anybody on your side, they would've assumed I was thinking about deserting."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. You're in the Resistance now. Things are generally pretty different around here."

"I've noticed."

"Course, with Holdo in charge," Bernard added, "you might have to watch your step a little closer." Poe gave him a look of incredulous disapproval. "I know what you just said, Poe, and it's all well and true, but she does run a pretty tight ship—never lets anybody set foot out of line, and I get the feeling she's used to getting no questions asked. Give her an inch, she thinks she's a ruler."

"Well, at least now we're getting back on topic," Rose said with a slight roll of her eyes. Although she was interested in what Finn had to say, military strategy bored the girl. "What did Holdo say about the plan?"

Poe shook his head. "Shut it down immediately. I tried to ask about her plan, see what we need to be doing. But she didn't tell me anything."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Bernard pointed at Poe. "And my being there wouldn't have exactly helped your case, either, let me tell you."

Poe vaulted an eyebrow, but said nothing more on the subject. He felt sure there was more behind the janitor's remarks than speculation, but there were more pressing matters at hand. "So what should we do now?"

"Well, if she won't tell us her plan," Finn summarized, "or listen to ours, I don't see what we can do."

"We can just stick to our posts," suggested Rose, as if it were obvious, "do what we would normally do."

Poe sighed. "That's easier to say when you've actually got a post to stick to." Finn nodded in agreement.

"Well, then, what do you suggest we do?" Rose asked, arms folding. Poe was silent, trying to figure out a plan with which to answer.

"We could find this codebreaker ourselves." Everyone turned toward Finn in surprise. The fresh fleece shrank a little in the sudden wash of stares, but he continued. "I mean, Davin couldn't have been the only one in the Resistance with access to the database. If we take a look at his file, we can find out who this guy is and if there's a way to contact him. If it works—"

"—We could save the Resistance," Poe finished, latching onto the plan eagerly. He searched the others for second opinions. Rose glanced furtively from him to Finn, still trying to decide whether she liked Finn more for his idea or less. Poe's gaze then turned onto Bernard, who shrugged in assent.

"Well, it's a plan."

Finding his second opinion, a confident smile fell across Poe's face. "Let's find out what we can, then."