The tread of his plated hooves echoed down the corridor. Eating was a sacred thing when not on the field of battle, so he went to beckon his wayward squad mates. Veep was the first found. He kept his pace on approach and though he wasn't well versed in the behaviour of felness, Veep seemed in a meloncholic trance, how the Earthly sort would say: nostalgic.
Welp, no time for such sadness on the eve of battle, time to ruin the moment! VEEP! One should not sulk alone before battle, come, let us eat and sober our minds before our victory!, Keeper joyfully exclaimed as he approached with his arms outstretched as if in a come-at-me pose.
Veep looked up in surprise, his wide, green eyes wet with tears. He wiped them dry and stood up, unable to quite comprehend the sudden change in atmosphere. Keeper seemed quite jovial. Perhaps that's just what Veep needed right now. No arguing, no being lost in his own torment, just a nice distraction.
Sure. Food. Yeah, it's been a few hours and that was only a sandwich. I could eat. Probably a good idea to be properly fuelled up before we get there.
Even through the pale white and red painted world of his infrared lenses, he could almost make out the wetness of Veeps eyes. That's disheartening, but we all had our low moments. The eve of battle might not be the best time, but when their operation had concluded, it might be good for Veep to have someone to talk to. Besides, though a grim note, this could be their last meal. The masked warrior resisted the urge to invade Veeps mind, though he already knew in his soul that what the felness felt was grief.
Keeper clapped his hands on his dark chrome breastplate a couple times as he approached, That's the spirit. Can't embody righteous judgement on an empty stomach. He finished both his words and his approach by clapping his squad mate on the back, attempting to coax him into walking with him to where the food is stored. Come then, before the rest of the crew eat all the good stuff. The siblings will have eaten all the egg! Oh. How were the state of the weapons?
Ah the weapons, yeah, I actually didn't check them. Feanulde made it quite clear that it wasn't necessary to check them. Veep gave a wry chuckle as they entered the kitchen area. I guess that means if they DO fail in the heat of battle, I'll certainly have a few choice words for that Elf.
After picking up some food, Veep pulled out a small bottle and removed a single pill from it. He then cracked open the pill and sprinkled it over the food. Noticing Keeper watching, and realising how this would look if one didn't have proper context, Veep suddenly blurted out It's not drugs! Don't worry. Just nutritional supplements. He showed the bottle as proof.
Dunno how much you know of my kind, but while Felness can eat human food, it doesn't provide enough nutrients on its own. I have to take supplements with every meal to stay healthy. Fortunately SPEAR HQ has a supply line so I'm topped up. I have enough to last at least a week. As long as we don't get stranded somewhere, I should be good.
Keeper walked along side Veep, picking up a tray and loading it high with meats and anything sweet. Hrah. She has her indiscresions, but I have faith in her overstated technical talent. He followed, sitting across from veep letting the tray hit the table with a metallic thud. The masked one watched the felness sprinkle what he assumed to be some form of nutrient additive.
Are you sure? I could always bump your 'nutritional supplements' with combat stimulants... the Gennari joked as he removed his gloves which slipped out from his vambraces, revealing the long and slender alabaster hands. He spoke then, in a cold methodical tone, It was a requirement for me, to be eligible for this squad, to have a basic understanding of known coalition species anatomy, behaviour, and biological requirements. He said pulling the black hood off from the metal helm that gaurded his skull and neck. Then deftly his hand cupped the anguished gennari mask. Their was a click and hiss, a slight eroma of rot that quickly disipated at the mask was set on the table.
I assume you met similar requirements? The ghostly creature grinned with his sharpened teeth, two of which on his bottom jaw having an opalescent refraction. It had sharp, scar riven, gaunt features; a jutting chin, high cheek bones, snow white curls that made up a devilish goatee and those predatory yellow eyes that regarded both Veep and the food in front of it.
I mean, sure. We all did, but it was a lot of information to take in and I have trouble recalling it all. I just wanted to clarify, just in case. No offense intended.
Despite his slip up with that rash assumption, Veep felt better. Socialising was just what he needed. He was still worried about what would happen, but having someone to engage with, in a non argumentative way, provided just the kind of distraction he had needed. Going into battle after just wallowing would've been a bad move. Veep felt grateful towards Keeper, as they sat eating together.
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