[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]Mess Hall
Tyr Fin Everin Skye Roose Tadmoore[/color][/h3][/center]
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Tyr's eyes followed the carius out the door, turning back to the girl as she shouted out after him before proposing for him to sit down. Tyr took in a deep breath before letting it out as a sigh, shaking his head to complete the irritation of the situation. He stepped around, pulling his headphones from his ears to rest around his neck as he sat on the metal plate called a bench across from the girl. [color=a187be]"We're briefing in half an hour, even less now."[/color] He replied. [color=a187be]"After that we'll be moved to the rocket launch area until the final checks are given and the operation begins. Your suit will be moved during the time between, and they're expected to give the utmost care to all mobile weapons being loaded, so don't injure another ally when they do their job. I'll also take an explanation to what truly happened after we return and I receive the medic's report."[/color]

Tyr stared at the remains of the rations on the girls' plate, it's true they weren't privy to the most exquisite of foods given their outbound location, only losing to the Atlantic Fleet in lack of quality. Still, the half deflated bread next to the sauced meat soaked up the thick liquid as best it could. [color=a187be]"The best food goes to the north and east armies."[/color] he explained. [color=a187be]"At least the best the soldiers get. Since they're fighting the Gols non-stop they need it. We rarely have to leave the base aside for training or a scavenger hunt in the belt. Meeting the canners also is likely, so don't eat too much or you'll throw up in your suit."[/color] He looked up as the man returned to the table after leaving the boar to the kitchen cooks, eager to have fresh game to cook up instead of frozen beef or poultry. Checking if it was bleed properly, they take it back into the kitchen to properly cut for its meat.

[color=a187be]"My advice goes to you as well, don't fill yourself up for the mission, leave some for the rest of the crew."[/color] Tyr gestured his head behind him to the rest of the soldiers and base personnel in the mess hall enjoying the sauced meat, but the fresh smell of pork cooking begins to waft into the area and chatter picks up as word of the boar spreads. [color=a187be]"How well will you both handle the launch? Your reports told me how many you each had, but not the experience. Of course, training launches are always less stressful."[/color] Tyr's eyes moved between the two, eyeing the seat next to the girl for the man.