[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 cracked a smile at the Carius' mention of fish, being that his diet before the empire came was mostly fish. If he had a pole available on base, Tyr'd probably be at the docks waiting for a bite. It wouldn't be a bad activity to fill up his time when they get back at least. He raised his head as the easterner brought up his hand and revealed the black mark on his hand, written in a tribal language incomprehensible to him and probably most on the base.  [color=a187be]"Worry not, space may be a whole new battlefield to familiarize yourself with, before the debris belt was formed. You've got plenty of wreckage floating around to cover yourself or entrap an enemy in if you're quick enough. Being so fresh you'll work with the salvage crews to secure the ships, most of us will be on canner and ghost duty, including my Moebius."[/color] He took the final plate and patiently cut into it, chewing as the girl revealed her combat history. 

His eyes followed the knife as Erverin stabbed it into her steak with hostility.  [color=a187be]"You're right, some of us have been up over a dozen times, such as Centurion Deryk Orgs. I'm sure you've heard of him before."[/color] Tyr motioned to Everin, knowing he has also been prominently shown as a dedicated member of the space force despite his age. His Newtype abilities have also added to his tale within the Empire. [color=a187be]"He'll help guide you along like he did for me. I've been up there over thirty three times for active operations, seven for training or checks. My armor has seen thirteen of those, don't underestimate it when you see her. Pay attention in the briefing and don't ever leave the debris belt until the end, you're almost guaranteed to come back alive. If the ghosts and canners don't get you though, fighting them is completely different than fighting off your lucky sand searching tribesman, or the Gols. They get proper military training to use in those preserved suits."[/color] Tyr plunged a chunk of meat into his mouth at the mention of their enemy.