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	Skye silently fist-pumped upon hearing the mere half an hour ETA to her launch. Immediately her impatient boredom gave way to elation. A proper smile spread across her face as she lifted her head off her hand, her back straightening as she drummed the back of her prosthetic legs against the bench beneath her. 

	[color=00FFFF]"Yeah, yeah, we can handle on the boring crap once we get back planetside after the operation."[/color] Skye said with a dismissive wave. [color=00FFFF]"And don't worry, the only people who are going to end up hurt or dead after between now and our return are the dirty [i]canners[/i] we're bound to run into."[/color]

	Skye's mouth twisted back into an grimace, teeth bared as she growled out the spacenoid slur. She could feel a warmth in the back of her throat just thinking about them. Already her excitement was dulled at the potential headache the incident in the hanger could cause. There was no fear in Skye's mind of actually being in any danger of suffering any meaningful punishment, but Tyr's tone and insistence was already grating on her nerves. 

	[color=00FFFF][i]"Of course that inquiry is only going to happen if he comes back alive from this."[/i][/color] Skye thought to herself, her face relaxing at the thought. [color=00FFFF][i]"If this guy really is some tight-assed pencil pusher then the canners or Ghosts will pull him apart like fresh bread."[/i][/color]

	Her smirk returning Skye made an explicit point to ignore Tyr's cautionary warning regarding the food. After nearly drowning in her own vomit filled helmet early in her career, Skye had learned how to hold her lunch while flying. She also made it a point to never go into combat without feeling full.

	Skye remained silent as Roose returned, listening only partially as she began to lose herself in her thoughts. The mention of the mere [i]three[/i] sorties left Skye grimacing, rolling her eyes behind the obscuring safety of her dark aviator sunglasses. Silently praying that she wasn't the only member of the unit with real combat experience inside a suit.

	The blue haired girl's dismay transformed to surprise however as Roose continued and she leaned over, staring at the man for a few moments in shock.

	[color=00FFFF]"Holy shit, Boarman. You're a headhunter?"[/color] Skye asked, momentarily suspicious of his claim. [color=00FFFF]"That [i]almost[/i] makes up for the fact that you're practically a toddler when it comes to MS combat. Still, if you can find the enemy like you found that pig, then we'll be doing more then bringing home the bacon!"[/color]

	Skye gave Roose a wide smile, which grew even wider when the three steaks were set down on the table. Reaching forward she snagged one of the well done steaks and pulled it towards her. Knick and fork in hand she began cutting off bites and pressing them into her mouth. Immediately her eyes began to water as she chewed, feeling the soft crispy [i]crunch[/i] of the charred, buttery exterior of the steak.

	Was it a steak if the meat wasn't beef? Was it a porkchop if it was made from pork? Skye didn't know and didn't care in equal amounts. All that mattered was that the bits of animal flesh she put into her mouth tasted great. After a few moments of savoring the meat, Skye redirected her attention back towards her superior.

	[color=00FFFF]"I've flown sixty seven sorties since the start of my career."[/color] Skye said nonchalantly, clearing her throat as she chewed [color=00FFFF]"And those are official, COMBAT, sorties. None of those glorified test flights or movie shoots they have me do for the propaganda reels. As for the unofficial sorties I've flown...I'll just leave that to your imaginations."[/color]

	It was tempting to admit how much more she had done without the watchful supervision of her previous superiors, but Skye didn't want to risk ruining the taste of her steak with more empty threats from her headphones wearing Centurion. Taking another large bite, Skye continued. 

	[color=00FFFF]"I have a hundred and seventeen confirmed MS kills to my name. I don't know how many on the ground targets I've killed, but I'm sure the barbarians down south have me to thank for so many less mouths to feed."[/color] Another piece of steak found its way into Skye's mouth as she basked in the warm glow of her accomplishments.

	[color=00FFFF]"As for launches..."[/color] Skye's chewing slowed and her smile shrank as her voice trailed off.

	[color=00FFFF]"It's been a while since I've gone up into space. Not for lack of desire of course. But the big-wigs have kept me skybound for quite a while."[/color]
	Skye's grip tightened around her knife as she drove it through the top of her steak, slowly twisting it...

	[color=00FFFF]"But unlike some of the people here, I've actually gone up before. So whatever concerns you have, thrown them away. Going up is the easy part, it's what comes afterwards that's really dangerous."[/color]