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	[color=00FFFF]"It's [i]meat[/i]. The only thing I care about, and the only thing that I need to know about it is that it tastes good and that its cooked properly."[/color] Skye rolled her eyes, rebuffing Nathan's pedantic explanation of her poor meat based terminology. The last few pieces of her steak disappeared into her mouth, quietly and angrily chewed as she felt a sting in her chest at the Lion's comment.

	Skye felt a small, momentary comfort as she heard Nathan admit his limited experience in space. Between her headphone draped commander and [i]The Lion[/i], Skye feared being overshadowed. However it was clear that it was simply a matter of shuffled accomplishments. Her Commander had more experience in space, but less kills then her, and the Lion had more kills but barely anymore experience in the void then she had been allowed.

	The poster girl was beginning to feel more at ease when Nathan's question caught her off guard.

	For several seconds Skye said nothing before slowly, deliberately turning her head and looking towards Nathan. Reaching a hand up she took off her aviators, eyes narrowed into knife like slits as she picked up her fork and pointed it at the princely pilot with her free hand.

	[color=00FFFF]"He had a fall and cracked his own head open on the floor, [i]Nathan[/i]. So I'd advise you against going around saying stuff like that again or making assumptions. I'm also sure that you know that if he had made a comment on my legs, he'd have been taken out of the hanger in a [b]bodybag[/b] rather then a stretcher."[/color]

	Lowering her fork and dropping it on her tray, Skye pushed herself up out of her bench seat. Lifting her legs over to the other side of the bench, metal clacking as she did so, Skye continued staring down Nathan before putting her shades back on. She ran a hand back through her blue hair, breathing deep before speaking again.

	[color=00FFFF]"Your kill count is bigger then mine [i]for now[/i], Lion. But lets see how long you get to keep your bragging rights after I'm let loose up in the big black void for a few missions. I assure you that they'll be staking corpses like quart wood when I get my shot at them."[/color]

	The resolution left Skye's lips in a firm tone through nearly gritted teeth. She turned her head towards Tyr and snapped an obligatory salute.

	[color=00FFFF]"I'll be waiting in the briefing room if you need me, [i]sir[/i]. The sooner we can get up there the better..."[/color]

	Turning from the table Skye walked out of the mess hall and back out into the base, praying the half and hour till the briefing passed swiftly...