CR-089 lazily stabbed his fork into whatever mystery meat the so called "chefs" aboard the SSD had decided to serve them. "Another delicious gormet meal, eh?" joked another member of his squad, who was currently sitting next to "Cro" at the otherwise empty table in the mess hall. The rest of their squad was down at the training range, leaving the two to eat alone.

He couldn't exactly just "skip" training obviously, even though he didn't consider the Navy Commandos to be a particularly heroic or glamorous bunch, they were still [i]technically[/i] classified as special operatives, and had to train as such. The two had only been able to skip out because they had put in some extra hours the day before. That didn't mean that Cro wouldn't still go down to the range some time during the day, there wasn't really much else to do on this floating tin can other than stare out the window and shoot at inanimate objects.

Rolling his eyes back at the other trooper he responded, "Tell me about it, can't wait till it's our stop, I want some real food." he emphasized his point by picking his fork up and biting the meat off of it and chewing exaggeratedly.