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	Skye had managed to find herself a seat at an otherwise empty lunch table and set her plastic tray down to begin eating. The mess hall was sparsely populated as most personnel were out working in preparation for the launch. Those who were in the mess hall were either kitchen staff, those designated to deliver food, those who had skipped eating to get through their work, or those skimping out on their duties to get a bite to eat. Though Skye realized that she was likely the only one who fit into the last category as she scraped up a spoonful of the 'meat' in the thick red sauce in the center of the tray.

	Just as she lifted the bite to her mouth however she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, lifting her eyes and finding herself faced with an unfamiliar face. As soon the introduction was made and the stranger's rank made clear, Skye rose out of her seat and snapped into a semi-reluctant salute. She smiled as she glanced over the purple haired man in front of her, noting the headphones on his head as she took in his appearance.

	[color=00FFFF]"[i]This shrimp is my new superior?[/i]"[/color] Skye thought to herself, eyes narrowing for a moment. [color=00FFFF][i]"I wonder if he actually has any real experience or if he's just another member of the esteemed 'Chairforce' the Empire seems to have so many of. If he's all just show then I won't have him as my superior for long after we go up."[/i][/color]

	Straightening her back Skye opened her mouth to speak, only to stop dead and glance over Tyr's shoulder as another stranger snapped into a salute and exclaimed something about a boar. Blinking and tilting her head, Skye was stunned into silence and left only able to stare at the man. Slowly she drew her gaze back to Tyr, doing her best to compose herself and clearing her throat as she opened her mouth properly to speak to her new superior. 

	[color=00FFFF]"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, [i]sir[/i]."[/color] Skye said, dropping her hand out of her salute and sitting back down, the back of her prosthetic legs knocking against her bench seat as she did so. [color=00FFFF]"That person in the hanger wasn't a soldier and I certainly didn't injure them."[/color]

	Snatching her fork off the table, Skye took a bit of the 'meat' on her plate and immediately winced at the sharp artificial barbeque flavor. An unsettling chemical aftertaste lingered on the meat, making her wonder if she should continue eating before immediately taking another bite. The taste was off, but it filled her stomach and even the bad taste helped satiate her boredom with its peculiar depth. As she took continued to eat, she continued to talk.

	[color=00FFFF]"I didn't get their name, only that they were part of the Beloth Intelligence Agency. Or claimed to be anyway."[/color] Skye said between bites. [color=00FFFF]"They approached me when I was working on my unit and started asking me a number of rather personal questions. I slid out from under my machine to speak with them face to face, but before I knew it the man had fallen over me and smashed his head clean into the floor. I could have just as easily busted my head open because of their clumsiness."[/color]

	Skye glanced up from her plate, locking eyes briefly with Tyr as she put a particularly stringy piece of 'meat' into her mouth and spoke as she chewed. 

	[color=00FFFF]"From the looks of it, the fool smashed his head pretty hard, might have even broken his neck. Thankfully the other engineers were quick to run over after they heard the noise, though I'm certain none of them saw him actually fall. What an unfortunate, unavoidable tragedy."[/color] The blue haired girl shook her head, the 'regretful' tone in her voice failing to match the barely visible smirk on her lips as she continued to eat her plate of 'meat'.