[center][color=9289e1][h2]Tasumameyofaxre[/h2]<< Mgalekgolo Hunter >>
<< Autumn-class Heavy Cruiser - UNSC [i]Chorus of Thunder[/i] >>
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	The Mess Hall was always somewhere Tasuma went to for formality. To join its comrades in arms with their meals, to forge stronger bonds. Mgalekgolo themselves could consume dozens of pounds of nutrients in many forms, in mere minutes. But that was messy, unsightly, and could be done once every few weeks comfortably. The daily meals of humans were strange to it at first, but it quickly found that a meal with humans wasn't done just for food. There was jesting, boasting, chatter, every meal with humans could be like a festive feast. But also like a solemn ritual, soon after the death of friends, or a mission failed. It confused Tasuma at first, but it decided that losing a comrade in arms was similar to losing a bond brother. Tasuma certainly wasn't very joyful after Iteyi was wounded. 

	The Mess Hall in the [i]Chorus of Thunder[/i] appeared to have a light mood, but things quieted down significantly after Tasuma managed to squeeze in through the door. It quietly, and politely, stood in line. When it was its turn to order, it was unexpectedly swift. It chose a dish that would need a bit of preparation from a person, then the Hunter walked over to a vending machine and gently tapped a few buttons on the console. Like it was already used to all of the machinery in the room. Tasuma walked over to the table with a bag of cheese puffs in claw. It knelt by the table. 

	Vael addressed Tasuma, [b]”Wherever it is we speak, I believe you should join us as well, Tasuma. You may be a key to our success. We need to familiarize ourselves with the differences between Human and traditional Sangheili command, and you appear to be experienced with both.”[/b]
Tasuma nodded slowly before gently opening the orange bag of puffs. It put a finger into the bag, and a single puff was attached to the finger. Tasuma formed a hole just below his helmet and put the puff there. Imitating how others eat. While Aviza and Vael spoke, Tasuma listened intently while snacking. As Vael said, Tasuma [i]was[/i] familiar with both traditional Sangheili command, and how humanity commanded their forces up to a platoon level. After fighting alongside both the Covenant and UNSC for years, Tasuma had opinions that many Sangheili Commanders may not agree with.

	It wasn't long until a serviceman came over with a tray with a plate of parmesan chicken pasta and glass of water. Tasuma looked at the serviceman.
[b]"Thank. You."[/b] Tasuma said, its voice was deep and powerful, vibrating the floor underneath Tasuma's feet.
[b]"Uh- eh-"[/b] The man swallowed and blinked, [b]"Yeah. Anytime."[/b] Just as the serviceman began to walk away, Grik coughed and scrambled for a liquid, spilling some food onto the ground. The man saw Ben talk to the grunt and explain a few things. [b]"Ah jeez."[/b] he muttered under his breath, [b]"I'll grab a bucket."[/b]

	Tasuma glanced to Ben and Grik before turning its attention to its plate. It picked up the glass of water and took a sip, then picked up the fork and began to eat casually. Tasuma stayed quiet, opting to listen to Aviza and Vael, rather than speak up. It knew that concerning Humans, styles of command varied wildly. And with Sangheili, many commanders were rigid in their doctrine.