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	[color=00FFFF]“Oh come on, don’t give me any of that limp-wristed guilt crap.”[/color] Skye groaned irritably to Roose, her aviator shapes slipping down to reveal her eyes as she looked to him.

	[color=00FFFF]“We’re [i]warriors[/i]. Our job is to kill people and break shit for a paycheck or our beliefs. Anything else we accomplish is a secondary consequence of the first two actions. If you’re not comfortable killing a lot of people and keeping score, then get a job sweeping floors somewhere. Because the only way this war is going to end is if we put enough of our enemies in the ground. Or in the Canners case, the cold vacuum of space.”[/color]

	Pushing her shades back up, Skye directed a glare towards Tyr from behind the concealing lenses. She tried to focus on cutting up the rest of her meat, but it was difficult not to feel a tinge of anger. Was her superior trying to downplay her accomplishments? She’d been on more missions overall. Even if they weren’t in space, or against the canners, didn’t mean they were pointless or easy.

	[color=00FFFF][i]“I’d have twice as many space launches as you Headphones if they’d just let me go up.”[/i][/color] Skye thought to herself, feeling her chest begin to tighten. It was difficult not to feel at least a little inadequate next to someone who had been doing what she wanted to do for years. She wasn’t sure why she had been barred from space until recently. It was always excuses of how ‘local problems need attention first’ or ‘we need people to focus on the hordes’, or some believable yet flimsy justification.

	[color=00FFFF][i]“Today will be the first time in space since…”[/i][/color]

	Skye’s jaw suddenly clenched at the thought and she found her legs, the legs she no longer had, beginning to hurt. 

	Suddenly, her train of thought was derailed entirely at the mention of the other poster child. Immediately Skye let out an exasperated groan, leaning back in her seat at the realization. 

	[color=00FFFF]“Aw, crap. He’s here? Yeah I’ve heard of Mr. Psychic. Kind of hard not to given our ‘shared line of work’. I don’t need any guidance from him, or anyone else for that matter.”[/color] Skye asserted to Tyr as she went back to digging into her meat, already through half of the sizable steak and reached out to eat the ‘meat’ soaked bread from her old food tray. 

	[color=00FFFF]“Correction: This is where the cool [b][i]kid[/i][/b] sits, Lion.”[/color] Skye noted to Hesse as he sat down, emphasizing the singular nature of the coolness present before pausing briefly. [color=00FFFF]“Though given Boarman got this fresh meat for us, I’d say he’s pretty close to being cool. He’s at least 20% cooler then he was before I got to eat this steak, porkchop, thing. [i]Even if he is a bit whiny about kill counts…[/i]”[/color]

	Muttering the last part to herself as Roose left the mess hall, Skye finished the last of her steak and pushed her plate away from her. Her attention was fully on the new arrival and she grinned, leaning into her hand as she tried to gauge him. 

	[color=00FFFF]“Nice to meet you for the first time, Lion. We were just talking about how much experience we do, or don’t, have. However given how everyone in this room knows you who are, I don't think you need to say much. Unless of course you want to try and see how we all measure up."[/color]