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	[color=00FFFF]"Clear as crystal, [i]sir[/i]."[/color] Skye replied with a small salute and a not so small smile. She regarded Tyr with amusement as she continued to wolf down the pieces of cardboard masquerading as meat on her tray. It hadn't been the first time she had been stuck with a stuffy superior, but most of them were old men or women. At a glance Skye couldn't imagine her superior being more then a few years older then she was. The idea of having a superior potentially younger then her was amusing, though the humor became less pleasing when she realized she'd likely be that 'young' superior after another promotion.

	Pushing away her try Skye's eyes went to the stranger, the Carius who had blurted out something about a boar and a truck. She tilted her head, regarding him with narrowed eyes as he started talking again. It was plain to tell he was backpedaling hard on his previous claim, though the idea he wasn't lying about a proper boar was more surprising. [color=00FFFF]"[i]And he's not wrong about the rations here. Its entirely possible that these were dug out of the ground like most of the Empire's equipment and mobile suits. After all if something like my Flag can sit preserved underground for centuries then canned food or retort pouches aren't off the table..."[/i][/color]

	As Roose walked past Skye looked down at her empty tray, the dark rapidly solidifying 'BBQ Sauce' left on it leaving unsettling thoughts about what she might have just eaten. Turning around Skye quickly shouted to to Roose as he headed towards the kithcen.

	[color=00FFFF]"If you're not lying out your ass about that boar I want my cut as a steak, and make it well done!"[/color] Skye watched Roose until he disappeared before turning her facing her superior. Still seated at the dining hall bench she regarded Tyr for a few moments before resting her head in her hands, adjusting her aviator sunglasses with a single finger. 	

	[color=00FFFF]"Why not take a seat, sir? If [i]Boarman[/i] back there actually has what he claims then it seems we're in for a proper pre-flight meal for a change. Speaking of flights, do you have an ETA on when we actually get to launch? My baby has been sitting in the hanger for the past three hours prepped for space combat. I've been waiting on the greenlight so long that I feel like my skin is starting to crawl. I'm itching to get up into space and start doing some real work."[/color]