[hr][center][h1][color=f7941d]Port-1[/color][/h1]
[h3][color=f26522]Cafeteria
[color=7ea7d8]Hanson Seuclid[/color], Sirius Free, Ayame Izumi[/color][/h3][/center]
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[color=7ea7d8]"You're welcome to try and complain to them, not often you get a response outside of vulgarity or national banter. Whatever the case of us soldiers, old men start wars and young men fight them as the saying goes. Why this all started may be pointless by the time it ends, it's not our concern though. We'll be fighting it, and we just have to survive until the end. Just don't become anything less than a soldier, a cog in the machine can do more harm than any bullet. Now if you two need to take the time to digest all that, your bed is always welcoming."[/color] Hanson grinned as he stood up, grabbing his tray and moving to the disposal, emptying the contents before pushing the bowl inside the chute and being taken away for cleaning. His business concluded, with the bonus of scaring a couple of young bloods, Hanson moved over to the exit of the cafeteria and proceeded back towards the hangar, now wanting to find the young scientist in charge of processing funds, since his tickets were just recently confiscated...