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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Oct 21, 2004 9:35:01 GMT -5
The mess hall is immense, and doubles as a meeting hall when not in use. Five long, bench-style tables dominate the open space here, and cafeteria-style foodservice windows and food buffets occupy the far end of the hall. The invigorating scent of food being prepared makes you hungry, and you eye the spread to see what today's menu might include.
Two long rows of windows allow artificial sunlight to cascade in from a simulated outdoor environment, and you bearly notice that the overhead lighting isn't even on right now.
As you take in the sights, a large woman sporting a bouffant hairdo and a gaudy nametag reading "Maude" muscles past you, and takes a spot at the serving rail, dishing out mashed potatoes with an ice cream scoop.
Lovely.
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Post by Holms Net on Oct 31, 2004 21:32:51 GMT -5
Ahh, so my 'mechs getting ordered, I'm having lunch, and my first mission brifing only a little while away.
I hurried to finish my lunch, so i could learn my way around here a bit better. And be on time for the briefing.
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Post by MechWarrior Shea Anzovino on Nov 2, 2004 0:48:42 GMT -5
This is the mess hall? I quickly glanced about the room. There were a few people sitting around, eating and conversing with one another as they ate what looked like a sloppy joe. I quietly made my way towards the counter and ordered my sloppy joe. Immediately after I was given my sloppy joe, Captain Gunmans voice could be heard over the PA system. He was calling all troops towards the main hangar as our mission is about to go underway. Damn, guess I won't eat before the mission. At least I don't have to worry about needing to take a shit while I'm in my mech.
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Post by MechWarrior Jak S Wildmen on Nov 2, 2004 3:34:34 GMT -5
Food glorious food! Jak went about tasting almost everything he could get his hands on. He couldnt help it, the trip from Solaris VII wasnt excactly first class. Most of his winnings were spend on Hardkick (his Thor) back home. "Hope Mai's taking good care of her"
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on May 18, 2005 20:47:25 GMT -5
Walking into the mess hall, taking in the glorious smells of food coming across the room invading my senses. Hunger now taking over my thoughts briefly, but still needing that drink. I walked through the line picking out the foods that looked tantalizing. Unfortunately there was no hard liquor here but I would settle for a nice tall glass of iced tea.
Gathering my tray and my drink, I looked around for a place to sit. I seen Captain Maxwell, and Captain Gunman sitting at a table eating and talking. Although I didn't really want to sit alone, I didnt feel like I should intrude on them. I walked to a table in the corner and sat down. Now letting myself relax a bit and begin to enjoy the food, watching all the comings and goings in the mess hall.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on May 18, 2005 21:59:16 GMT -5
Sitting at a table in the mess hall I carried on some idle conversation with Captain Maxwell for some time before another wave of people flooded through the door. At their head was Commander Black Mamba, glancing over in her direction, the conversation with Maxwell took a turn towards the MRBC in general. We tossed a few ideas back and forth regarding why General Murlance has seemed so interested in our happenings since Rochelle, as well as the fact that Mamba had stayed along with the majority of the reinforcements she had brought to Rochelle.
"I know it hasn't been that long since Rochelle, hasn't been that long at all ...... but usually if the MRBC sends reinforcements of any kind, they're gone within a day or two of the OP. I figured Murlance would have headed back with Mamba right away, but they stayed. I wonder if the MRBC has a secret agenda of some sorts that they aren't telling us about." I paused for a moment and leaned to the side, looking around Maxwell and admiring Mamba for a moment before continueing with slight smile. "Of course I'm not complaining, Commander Black Mamba is quite the sight for sore eyes. Although from the looks of things, I wouldnt want to get on her bad side."
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on May 18, 2005 22:30:00 GMT -5
Glancing at both General Murlance and Commander Black Mamba, I muttered something under my breath about the road to hell being paved with good intentions. As I took another stab at my imitation roast beef, Gunman's attention was drawn back to my comment.
"What? I'm sorry, I..."
"It's quite all right. It's just that - I don't know. I mean - I want to trust them, and I honestly believe Mamba is just following orders - but Murlance...I've got a bad feeling about him that I just can't shake. He's too involved - and detached, all at the same time. There's something there -" I gestured toward Murlance, buried deep in conversation with Mamba, with my fork, "there's just something there. He knows more than he lets on, and try as I might, I can't crack through that shell."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I haven't worked that out yet. But I will."
"I will."
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on May 19, 2005 2:25:37 GMT -5
Relaxing at my table, enjoying my food, I saw the mess hall door fly open, in walked General Murlance. He walked over to the line gathered the food he choose to eat, turning towards the tables he walked slowly to sit down, I saw him nod in the Captains direction, thinking he would go sit with them I didn't think much about it. Then I seen him turn in my direction, heading for my table.
I jumped up at attention as he appeared before me
At ease Mamba, sit down, I need to discuss some things with you
Yes Sir, I sat back down my full attention on the General, not knowing what he needed to speak with me about. I thought I seen Captain Maxwell kind of motion in our direction briefly out of the corner of my eye, but I kept looking forward at the General waiting for him to start speaking
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on May 19, 2005 15:58:08 GMT -5
I collapsed into my seat in the mess hall. I sat at one of the tables located towards the very back, so I could have some space to myself and my thoughts. And I had a lot of thoughts to ponder. It had seemed General Ren, the man responsible for the murder of my clan and family, was still alive. What worried me more was that possible… he might have deciphered the messages in the “Jade Map Stone”. What worried me even more was that he could be affiliated with the Word of Blake. It makes sense. If the WOB had a man in the MRBC undercover… then they would KNOW to use tactical nukes back in the last operation. They would also know of our home world that way, though I doubt the WOB were specifically after us. However, if they knew about any mercenary group planning any type of mission against the WOB, one would only have to do a small amount of research to find out about us. Also, with his base of operations on Tau Ceti IV, he could use his position to research the stone to his hearts contempt. Worst of all, if the Blakists knew the location of the Jade Destiny Treasure… they could use it to fund their organisation. Yes, this was starting to make sense. Or it could all be a load of drivel. The only piece of evidence that I have to support the idea that a mad General in the MRBC was affiliated with the WOB was from a dream I had while I was unconscious on the deck floor. I stirred my liquidated meal of dehydrated soy based curds and bread and summed some of my thoughts together. Like a mathematician, solving an equation with trail and error. Only this wasn’t math. This was life and there wasn’t much room for error. When error did occur, it usually meant the end life. I was a trained ninja, elite class, a warrior with superior skills to that of an averagely trained person, but I still had feelings.
I stirred my food again as the background noise of excited chatter drowned out my thoughts…
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jun 20, 2005 10:03:24 GMT -5
I walked into the Silo's mess hall. It wasn't exactly a mess hall, just a buffet with a voice pad and a money insertion chamber. I wanted to see what it could do. I put in 1 pence, and said: Delectable Chicken.
A holo monitor came up with the most golden, delicious looking chicken I've seen in years.
Is this all of your purchace?, It said. Yes.
I licked my lips, then a soggy, half cooked- leg of chicken plopped out of some contraption. I siged... and sat down and ate... But to my suprise, the chicken was still very good! I finished eating, and walked to my quarters. It was time to go to town.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Aug 4, 2005 13:49:53 GMT -5
Walking through the halls my mind full of thoughts, I could tell I was getting close to the mess hall. I could smell the coffee drifting down the hall tantalizing my senses with its strong aroma. The smell made me walk a little faster. I needed coffee desperately.
It was extremely early, not a whole lot of people where in for breakfast just yet. I was sure everyone was still just kicking back and taking it easy after getting home, after being away for so long. However I did spy Captain Maxwell, already partaking of the morning meal.
That figures he is always an early riser no matter what.
I picked up some coffee and some toast. It was the only thing my stomach could take right now. I went over to the Captains table.
"I should have known you'd be here, you're as bad as me. Never can sleep in late. Mind if I join you?"
"Please do Doctor. How are things in the infirmary going? Is Taylor doing better?
"Oh yes, I checked in last night, made sure everything was running smoothly. Dr. Edwards and Alice did an excellent job taking care of him. Alice hasn't left his side."
"Oh really? Hmmm well at least he is getting excellent care."
"Oh yes Captain, nothing but the best. He should be up and ready to go in no time, as long as we don't have to go out too soon. Oh and I wanted to tell you I met William Rhodes last night. He seems to be a very nice guy, I think he will be an excellent addition to the Legionnaires. You seem to always have an eye for the best Captain."
"Well thanks Doctor. I agree, William will be an excellent asset.
The Captain and myself continued eating and drinking, talking about the mission we just came off of and Kintarus request to stay with the Elder. We talked about Lourde and his escapades, laughing about that. The mess hall started to fill up with people coming in for breakfast. Some came to our table, we all laughed and talked about things, as we ate.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Aug 4, 2005 16:33:14 GMT -5
William strolled into the mess hall, feeling much better after a shower and shave. He spotted Jessica and Captain Maxwell sitting together and decided to join them. Stopping by the mess line first, he passed on the watery powdered eggs, and instead picked up a bowl of cream of wheat. His stomach wasn't exactly in the mood to be adventurous. Mornin' Doc, Captain...How are you guys feelin' today? Sorry about my little speech last night. I'm afraid I had one too many PPCs. So does Gellen's Heights have any sites a new guy like me should see before the next Op? Thanks for the nice compliments in your last post, Jessica.
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Post by Aliesha on Sept 15, 2005 16:47:00 GMT -5
After walking forever and many wrong turns, I found the mess hall. Morgan was still there, but I did not think he had much time left before his appointment with the Doc.
I quickly grabbed some food and a drink, and joined Morgan at his table.
"Well, finally. What took you so long? You look nice in that new uniform by the way."
I perked an eyebrow at him. Paying me a compliment was not a usual form of communication between us. I had never received compliments before. It was not a custom of ours.
"I had a difficult time finding my way here. You look nice yourself. Do you want me to accompany you to your appointment?"
"Meaning your pride got in the way of asking anyone for directions, is that a correct assumption?"
I gave him a stern look. He knew me too well. I was not sure I liked that. I was always of the opinion that if anyone got too close it made you venerable to that person. It was better to keep my distance. I would protect this man with my life, but I did not want him knowing everything about me.
"You did not answer my question."
He looked as if he was contemplating his answer. I sat quietly waiting.
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Morgan Blake
Logistics Coordinator
LEGIONNAIRES - Elite
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Post by Morgan Blake on Sept 16, 2005 6:30:57 GMT -5
"No I think I will handle this mission solo, but thank you for asking.
I am sure that I can trust the doctor not to try to disembowel me with one of her scalpels. Or are you afraid that she may try to elevate my demeanor by installing a funny bone ? " I questioned in jest.
"No it is not that at all"
"You are not showing signs of compassion and empathy are you ?"
"Definitely not you Surat brained imbecile !"
"Just checking. We wouldn't want that new comfortable bed of yours making you soft now would we ?"
Her eyes opened wide in rage. Oops, maybe I had hit a sore point somehow. Not wanting to be on the wrong end of any further retorts, physical or verbal, I decided that now was the best time to turn the conversation back to a more serious note.
"On a serious note, I do have a request for you while I am at the infirmary."
"Yes ?"
"Could you drop by the Quartermaster's office and select a personal weapon ? Laser Pistol, slug thrower, knife, what ever you are most comfortable with. Apparently there are some possible mech dealers, merchants, in the more questionable parts of town and I thought that we may visit them later on. If the area is anything even remotely like where I came from, I want us to be ready to defend ourselves to the death. Their deaths preferably."
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Post by Aliesha on Sept 16, 2005 11:13:36 GMT -5
The very idea that compassion and empathy would or could ever be part of my personality was extremely abhorrent to me. If anyone else had suggested it, they would regret their words.
Morgan quickly changed the subject. I took a moment to think of what I thought would be the best weapon to take with me for a trip into the dark side of the city.
"Would you object to me choosing two weapons? I would like to get a laser pistol for distance and maybe a knife hidden well to use if the pistol is somehow taken."
"No, that sounds like a good idea really. Glad you thought of it. Well you go do that, I have to be off to my appointment with the Doc. I'll catch up with you later.?
"Ok, I do hope your appointment goes well. I will meet up with you when you are done."
At that, we both got up from the table, going out of the mess hall we went our separate ways. Morgan to the infirmary, myself to the Quartermasters realm.
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