[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Iy3wznf.png[/img] [h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1][h3][color=f26522]Mess Hall[/color][/h3][/center] [@Phoenix347][@Crosswire][@veenknight343] [hr] As he plunged his silver fork to the center of his sliver of pork, Roose would take his other hand to steadily cut out the charred crust with its paired knife. The slices were precise and thin; it almost resembled the skill of a surgeon but definitely the frugality of a butcher. Besides that, he wasn't going to let burns ruin this perfect meal: both on his steak and on his lack of piloting experience. [color=#f4be0f]"Well, Zakus practically pilot themselves."[/color] he would state diminutively after Skye's toddler comment, looking away and stuffing his mouth with cube cuts of meat afterwards. The kill count was impressive though, but not because of the amount itself.[color=#f4be0f] "You keep track, Carius Skye? No offence meant but I try not to remember the deaths of our enemies. It's taxing on the mind, specially as you look them in the eye in their final moments."[/color] The last morsel of his steak would soon enter the Roc's mouth, savouring it in its finality. As Centurion Tyr continued the informal briefing, Roose would simply nod along but the approaching figure could not be ignored. There he was in the flesh: The Lion. No man of Armen had not heard of the bravery displayed by the soldier-prince. Was it likely the efforts of propaganda that this was the case? Sure. Was Roose caught up in the hype? Most definitely. [color=#f4be0f]"Your grace! We meet again! I mean, I personally didn't meet you but we served in the same front before in Armen."[/color] Roose would state with excitement in his voice, standing up to greet his fellow Carius. However, it occurred to him that such a talent wasn't the sole ace or leader on the team. [color=#f4be0f]"... Centurion, it seems you have quite the squadron assembled to serve under you."[/color] he would say with less enthusiasm as he turned to gaze straight into Tyr's eyes. Only one thought came to his inquisitive mind, which pecked at the undecided confidence he had in his Centurion. The unparalleled bravado of Hesse, the unmatched intellect of Skye, and the unbridled pursuit of Tadmoore were under a boy's beck and call. Roose would look away, hopefully not arousing suspicion. There has to be a good reason why this young officer, who he did not know until about an hour ago, was their superior. Heck, there definitely was a ton of bad reasons why he felt this way: Anxiety, cold feet, maybe worms were actually in his steak cut that could manipulate someone's emotional state like in those old pulp comics they found in archaeological digs? Whatever the case was, he had to excuse himself. [color=#f4be0f]"Sorry to dine and dash, fellas and lady. Got to do some pre-launch prep, specifically dropping off my jacket to facilities since I got red on me."[/color] After a quick salute, Roose was out of there. Upon exit he saw that the jeep was still there, blood and all.