[center][h1][color=gold]Kajina Yates[/color][/h1]
[I]Location: Anvil Station, Commissary. 
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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The Anvil Station’s commissary’s aroma was benign at best. While the alien food of each group aggravated the senses of the others, there was a mutual segregation between each species during meals. However, the non-human species were more willing to dine with each other than the humans. On occasion, Yates considered dining with the Sangheili and Unggoy who accompanied her squad in the training simulations; unfortunately, most interactions felt adversarial. Except for the Unggoy. In her brief encounters with the Unggoy, they tended to be more receptive to gestures of good faith.

Joining the table was one of Yates' trusted squad mates, Corporal Claudia Hansen. [color=gold]”Hansen, hi,” [/color] she said with a smile and a wave.[color=gold] “Training’s been hell as always.” [/color] Before continuing her complaint, Yates glanced toward Tapo’hatam as if he could hear her in the ruckus of the cafeteria. [color=gold] “Our last four sessions haven’t gone so well. We’re getting wiped on the floor." [/color] Her mind drifted to the sergeant’s report from a couple hours ago. The team was split into several pairs: one equipped with night vision to shoot while the other was equipped with infrared vision to spot heat sources. On paper the plan worked, until the spotters ignored any heat sources that didn’t resemble a target. Her squad frequently found themselves blundering into a trap. 

Interrupting the squad’s daily rant came a meal-ending stench. At first Yates believed an Uggoy had a methane leak. Then, the smell grew stronger with the approach of three Kig-Yar. The squad silenced themselves as the Kig-Yar seated themselves at the table. One of the three radiated a horrid sulfur aroma mixed with an equally repellent smell of tobacco. This cigar-smoking Kig-Yar had to be Chur’R-Jev, a frequent opponent in the training simulations. After asking if her squad enjoyed Tapo’hatam’s training, she suspected this was a plan to rile the marines up. Yates gave Hansen a smile.[color=gold] “Depends on your sergeant.”[/color] She turned her attention to Chur'R-Jev. [color=gold] I’d say Tapo’hatam’s training might keep us alive longer than back at basic.” [/color]               

Watching the Kig-Yar eat ruined her expectations of decency. There were physiological differences to be expected; yet, the way the Kig-Yar ate his steak brought the image of a vulture with hands. Disgusting. At least the Sangheili were refined. Unable to continue her meal, Yates pushed aside her rice. As she suspected, the leader of this trio further found ways to infuriate her. When the covenant invaded Mombasa, she saw first hand the savagery of the Brutes and Jackals.[color=gold] “If you think you can do better, take it upstairs, but I don’t see you leading the training simulations.” [/color] She found herself in the odd position defending Tapo’hatam. If she were to whine about the training to Chur’R-Jev, her squad would appear weak and ineffectual.