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Post by Jorge Silva on Oct 6, 2012 12:34:52 GMT -5
Entering the mess hall, Silva looked around. It was packed with many people of all the branches. Most of them were sitting down talking to one another, laughing. There were three very large screens at the very end of the displaying three different channels at the moment, one of them a channel that was always selling some sort of jewelry, another was a business channel with people talking about how stocks were going. The last channel was the local ISN broadcast, a reporter was in some sort of bunker with people from the Republican Army asking them questions about the ARM.
He looked foreword and decided that he might as well get lunch here. Grabbing a tray with a plate, knife and fork he started to go through the line. He came upon freshly baked chicken terraki subs. Grabbing one that was still hot, he then saw some of today's soup: Corn Chowder. Grabbing a bowel he poured some of the chicken corn chowder into it. He also grabbed four large rolls that were still nice and warm. Moving through the line, he also grabbed some black beans and rice. He then also spotted some cream spinach and put that onto his tray. Over by the drink machine he got two Pepsi's and small cup of Cuban coffee.
Walking in between the aisles of people sitting down, he found an empty table. Putting down his tray, he saw a remote control on a small counter below the TV's. Getting up to grab the remote control he punched in the number for ISSN. The middle television changed from the shopping channel to a live shot of Venus. "Hello and welcome to the five hundredth forty second Solarian Race championship! I'm your host Anya Dafonite. The races will begin shortly...."
He say back down and started to eat his lunch waiting for the race to start.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Oct 9, 2012 9:52:52 GMT -5
He took another bite of his sub as the television was showing the pre race preparation. He always never seemed to miss a race. Ever. He'd watch it at home with his family, it was a family tradition. He figured that maybe that was the real reason he like do to watch the races. Sure it was really cool seeing outfitted commercial starfurries racing, but the real joy he got from it was to watch it with his family. He took another bite into his sub when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Mind if I sit down?" someone said as he turned around. It was Hobbar. "Um, yeah Lieutenant, you can sit down." Silva told him. Hobbar took a seat next to his non commissioned officer. Silva took the final bite of his sub. "Man that was just what I needed." he said as he grabbed his bowel of soup and started to eat that as well. "So your into racing I take it?" Hobbar asked him. "Yeah, but I usually just watch the Solarian Championship. The other races aren't as interesting. I know because my dad would practically force me, Oliva and Isabella my sisters to watch the game with him. I'd rather go out and play football with my friends. But dad always had the last word in our house hold." Silva told him.
"Yeah, my dad did as well. Hey I'd rather have two sisters in my house hold then just my own parents any day. It can be lonely at times." Hobbar said, as he continued to watch the television. On screen one of the reporters was asking one of the mechanics about how they kept the crafts in shape, what was needed to keep the craft moving, and the kind of tool the mechanic was using. "Oh if you think this is bad, wait until they ask about fuel. It won't be another hour before the race starts anyway." he said.
"Then why did you come in here to change the channel?" Hobbar asked him. "Well, my sister Isabella has made it a habit to watch the pre race report, and the post race report. And lord forgive me if I don't watch it as well because she'll call me up later today or in since we're on ship send me a personal message asking me questions about it. Personally I hate this stuff but she loves it." he told Hobbar. "So any word from the captain yet on when we'll go on our next mission?" he asked. "Nope, the captain just returned thirty minutes ago with the rest of the company. If he is handed a mission I don't know about it. Besides, everyone needs at least three weeks to heal due to the last mission we were on." Hobbar said.
Due to the injuries that were sustained by the platoon everyone would need at least three weeks to heal, not the two that the doctors were currently telling everyone. "War's hell." Silva said. "You got that right. Besides, I see you'll need some healing as well?" he asked Silva. Jorge smiled, "Ah it's nothing lieutenant, just a flesh wound, before you know it I'll be back to my old self. How's the rest of the platoon anyways?" he asked. "Well funny you should ask. Lee one of our medics got hit in the gut by machine guns, so she'll need to heal. Vinigan got a broken arm, you got shot in the leg. Our drop ship pilot Alderman has temporary been paralyzed. And our sniper Amberson has been well she's been through a lot." he said.
Silva started to smile. "Oh don't tell me you actually fell for what I said!" Hobbar smiled. "No, no nothing like that Staff Sergeant. No, she has a concussion and has some physic issues . She'll need medical attention for a while though. No Staff Sergeant, I don't have any feelings for her." he said. "Ok, because I like to joke during combat situations. I got it from Isabella, sorry about that. Well it sounds like we have a vacation..sort of. So where are you from lieutenant?"
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 12, 2012 19:09:39 GMT -5
"And that's how I passed to become an officer. Trust me when I say this it's harder then it looks to get the stripes." Hobbar was telling Silva. "Well I never planned on becoming an officer anyways. It looks more and more like paperwork after wards then just doing the real job that matters, killing ARM troopers. I'd imagine war college must of been really nice huh?" he asked. "Don't believe everything you see in a commercial, officer's school isn't that great, it's just mainly studying and working out when your not. I'll tell you the only fun that I had was outside of the college, inside the town was so much fun. Partying when I could was rare though. But if you really want to know what it's like then I'd suggest going there yourself." he said.
"No thanks, I don't really want to see it that bad. I'm sure if Olivia was alive, she'd probably join me." Jorge said looking into an empty bowl of which had once been full. "And their off!" the television said loudly. Looking up he saw the camera zoom in on the racing starfurries ad other space borne vehicles. "Come on, Hutch!" someone yelled very loudly. Hobbar looked around and suddenly realized all or most of the people in the hall were standing in front of the televisions which now had all of them showing the race. There were people standing up around them shouting for a particular craft, some were sitting down in the seats that had been provided.
"I'll see you later Staff Sergeant. How long is this race anyways?" he asked Silva. "Four days, it'll end around midnight. Racing from Venus to the other side of the Earth takes forever in these craft." Silva told him. "I wouldn't stay up if I were you. Then again, the captain may let us have a few days off." he said.
Hobbar quickly exited the mess hall and started to head on towards the company captain's room.
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