[center]~|3 days 5 hours  30 minutes after sacking of Coruscant|~
~|Onboard the Memory of Coruscant |~
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After the brief encounter with some of the other Jedi Avix felt a subtle rumble in his stomach. [i] Well I best find something to eat. I wonder how the food is on this ship [/i] he thought to himself as he made his way towards the mess hall. Avix in turn was also reflecting a bit on the mission. It was doable but he wondered if some of the softer teammates could make the tough decisions if they called for it.  Within a few moments he had reached the mess hall and immediately got into line. He had always been a bit of gourmet and didn’t expect much from standard military fare. However he was feeling a smidgen optimistic and figured is couldn't be that bad.  

The selection was sparse which was to be expected and he opted for a soup like substance. One would have to be a terrible cook to mess up soup. He took his “meal” and found his seat away from the crew members. The more he looked at it the more he began to have second thoughts. After looking at it for a minute he decided to dig in and reluctantly took a sip. What his tastes buds were met with was some of the blandest thing he had ever eaten and made swallowing it painful. “What the hell is this? I swear they give prisoners better food then this… I wouldn’t even imagine feeding such gruel to animals let alone the very soldiers tasked to defend the Republic.” he said aloud as he pushed the gruel away.