Hades Mess Hall

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The mess hall is enormous and can house up to almost 6,000 people in total. Each day has it's own special food assigned to it. When one enters, on the right hand side is the food line while on the left are the machines for drinks . After this there are rows upon rows upon rows of tables for people to sit in. There are eighteen large screen halographic televisions that play 24/7.

[Jorge Silva]

The Mess Hall around this time was packed, especially after everyone came back from the deployment. The crowd was extremely large, he wasn't really looking for a specific meal persay but he did want some sort of sweet. Getting into line he still couldn't believe what most people were talking about. Combat pay cuts. Being an Non Commissioned Officer he got an extra one hundred credits compared to those who were not a NCO or an officer. But he wasn't that upset about it. It wasn't as if his family depended on the money from him to survive, he would. But he still didn't understand as to why the government had to cut the military members who were at the frontlines. As he got into the line he saw some peach pudding and some fried bananas. He placed those on his plate and walked out finding himself a table that had a few other members. He knew they weren’t part of Lima Company; the patch on their right hand shoulders had a different insignia. They seemed to be caught up in whatever they were talking about. As he ate he thought to himself about what to do for the rest of the day.

He looked at his food and as he started to eat he began to decide that he most likely wouldn’t have that much free time until they got passes to go off base. Who knew how long they’d be on the base. If he had to guess a week or more. Then he remembered that in a few days was Republican Day. He began to think if the brass would have them do anything special. The only time he could even remember doing something for Republican Day was a few years ago. When he was in college him and a lot of friends of his made a float together that was covered in the flag. At the top was the second or third Speaker of the Republic, a large hologram that his friends had found. He couldn’t remember the name of him. But Silva did know that this Speaker was very popular with everyone at the parade. Aside from that, he hadn’t done much except shoot off fireworks with his family or eat large meals. Pushing those thoughts aside he looked up at the multiple televisions. One had some sort of dark humor film on, another had a scientific show and yet another was a drama show. The people around the table started to get up and leave.

[Elijah 'Havok' Thomson]

The fact that the food here on Stataca tasted like it was actually made from real ingredients and not from some kind of machine made synthetic material meant that Elijah was now currently on his third plate of food. While his appetite was absolutely taking advantage of the decent food, he was also eating out of sheer boredom. Now that they were on Stataca, there was little to no reason for him to log any legitimate flight time, and simulators were only so good. Nothing beat the real thing. But as he walked back with the new plate of food, he found his spot had been taken by someone else. God fucking damn it, that was a nice spot.

He quickly scanned around and saw a large group of people get up from a table and begin leaving. Great! Spaces! Elijah made a beeline for the table before he suddenly realised that one person hadn't actually left yet and looked like he'd only just started eating. He walked to the opposite side of the table before speaking to the seated man infront of him, "Yo, you waiting for anyone else or is this free?"

[Jorge Silva]

Silva thought about what he might do for Republican day when his thoughts were interrupted

Jan 16, 2014 11:06:50 GMT -5 Elijah 'Havok' Thomson said:

, "Yo, you waiting for anyone else or is this free?"

"No it's free, take seat." he said and continued to eat his fried bannanas. As he did he couldn't help but think about his sister. He just couldn't get over it. It was haunting the back of his mind. What the heck was Isabella thinking? She was toying with her eternal soul and might be in danger of throwing it all away. He tried to get past it and looked up at one of the multiple televisions as a new advertisement came on. "Are you worried about that next interview? Feel afraid and nervous that you won't make the next meeting on time. Is your boss too much for you to handle? Then you might want to try Hooligans Whiskey! Hooligans, the only whiskey from Magnum's world that tastes great. No smell to give you away, no trouble. It goes down smooth and you don't even smell! H-double O- L- I- G- A- N-S, now only one hundred and forty credits! If you call right now you'll get eight shot glasses no charge."

Jorge then looked away from the commercial. He had to admit the jingle was a nice tune and he'd be singing that all day. Going back to his thoughts he decided that once Republican Day was over he'd try to enter some sort of sporting event. One of the most popular sports here was Baseball. Baseball was not popular at all on Hadamarad, but he was a very good pitcher. "You at all excited for Republican Day?"

[Elijah 'Havok' Thomson]

Elijah had practically forgotten about the trooper sat opposite him while he ate until he was suddenly asked about Republican Day. He looked up, fork half way to his mouth as his brain caught up with what exactly was happening that wasn't eating. Putting the food in and leaning back for a second he thought on his reply, taking his time while chewing. Swallowing, he said "Well, if they're having somekind of flight demonstration then I'll make damn sure that I'm there. Major jelly about the guys that get to fly those things. But if it's the usual crap about parades and shows then I don't really care, I'll probably go find a small bar or see what kind of simulation setup they've got here on base."

He grinned as the multitude of ideas about simulated combat situations came into his head. One advantage of simulation rooms was that they let you really push the boundaries of realistic scenarios and if it didn't go well, then there weren't the usual consequences like extremely large bills, suspension from flight or death for example.

[Jorge Silva]

Jorge was shaking his head a little. Of course there be a fly over! "There's gonna be a fly over in New Oslo. It'll be vultures I think. Or the navy might send it's Sparrows'. But knowing like last year it'll be Vultures. And trust me I'd rather be doing something else than marching. Don't get me wrong I like the Star Nation but; I've never liked marching for a review. The good thing afterwards is the free food for all of us from the base. But still just once I'd like it to be a bunch of floats without us. " He then ate the last fried banana. "Never did get into flying shuttles. Couldn't do the mathematics for it. I'm better at shooting things than I am guessing if I'll land a craft correctly. How the hell people can fly I'll never know. I shoot people for a living. " Jorge then got up and went over to the disposal area.

He placed his empty tray onto the automatic belt that took it back to the kitchen. He then got himself a cup of coffee and went back to his seat. Sipping it he noticed how strong it was. He liked it strong. “So you see any action from the Sisyphus campaign?”

[Elijah 'Havok' Thomson]

Well it sounded like Elijah knew what he was doing on Republican Day. "If that's the case then I'll be sure to make it to see that. Shame it's not a full air show, been too long since I've had the chance to go to one of those." The best he'd seen in recent years were the multitude of Sparrow training missions, after awhile, even the joy of flying a Sparrow paled when it was literally the only thing you flew. "But I'll probably bugger off once that's done, no time for floats these days!"

Elijah paused for a moment after the Sergeant came back and asked about the Sisyphus Campaign, he had only arrived in the closing moments of the campaign. "I arrived around a month before the drop on the Gamma Asteroid, that was actually my first live combat experience if you'd believe it!" However, "I gotta say though, whoever planned that mission out was either tryin' to impress someone or they didn't have a goddamn fuckin' clue what they were doing. Seriously, their intel' was totally off, I know Military Intelligence is sort of a recognised in-joke but for fuck's sake people died because nobody knew they practically had double our numbers of Starfury's. We had Sparrow's being blown out of the air left right and center because they were being forced to engage an enemy that could out manoeuvre them in every dimension. I know combat isn't exactly pretty, but geeze I could have had a better first experience with fighting for the SDC, right?"

[Jorge Silva]

“Military intelligence always misses something. And they always will.” He said and took another bite of his food. “You know when I had my I think it was my eighth mission, we had a mole. Military intelligence told us about the number of forces in the area and we were going to land far enough away where they wouldn’t find us. It would of gone smoothly…except that someone within the military told the enemy we were coming. It went bad, the landing zone was really hot, and I became the officer to lead the platoon because of the damned ambush. The company did what it could until the rest of the regiment arrived. Eventually we got out of the ambush and got to our objective. But….that mole that I told you about? I don’t know whatever ended up happening to the guy. Military intelligence should really be labeled as military guessing. Most of the time they have a very broad idea of what’s really going on but not the details.”


Finishing his food, Silva continued to watch the large televisions in the lobby. “How did you end up flying…was it a hobby of some sort and you just decided to one day go for the military?"

[Jorge Silva]

December 13, 2758
1345 Hours

Taking another bite of what was supposed to be clam chowder, Hobbar couldn’t stop thinking of what was going to happen in the days to come. Going to a court martial to testify about Connor’s run in’s that night was bad but he was even more worried about what been coming from the chain of command. The division was going to have all the new replacements by the end of Feburary, not exactly the best. At least the armored battalion of the divison hadn’t suffered too many losses. Then again the ARM did not have open combat on Sisyphus. They’d fought in the mountains and in cities and armor was not used as much by the ARM. He took another bite. “Hey lieutenant.” A voice said. Michael looked up and saw Staff Sergeant Silva sitting down in front of him. “You just take empty seats huh?” Hobbar smiled. “Yup, hey if it doesn’t have your name on it I’m taking it. You look like your ready to throw that soup out.” Jorge put his own tray on the table. The tray had two bowls of soup and multiple packets of crackers. Not to mention the three cups of what looked like to be hot chocolate. “Geez Silva, you have enough food and drink?” Hobbar took a bite of his soup.

“Yeah, hey it’s good stuff.” Silva then began to eat. Breaking the packets of crackers open, some of the crumbs flew across the table and landed in Hobbar’s soup. He decided to give in and handed over the bowl to Silva. Making a mess as he continued to open up the crackers he said “So I know you can’t say much about the incident with Connor. But I’ve gotta ask….what the hell was Sergeant Amberson like away from duty?” he asked. Michael nodded and said “Well she isn’t the cold killer that she is when on the field. But she’s also not a warm puppy, if that makes any sense. She’s still attached to her shell but she did tell me a few uh how can I put this…..Amberson has feelings.” Hobbar said . Jorge put the crackers in the soup. “Feelings? Man what the hell is that supposed to mean? Someone has feelings. I have feelings.” He said and took a bite of the soup. “Ok I’d tell you more but then I’d have to probably kill you, put your body on a Sparrow’s cargo hold, and have the pilot jettison you out. I decided to keep something a secret. Aside from that I can tell you that she was fun to be wish. And she is actually good at volleyball. Hell she even had a few beers with me at a bar” He said.

“Wait a second, we’re talking about Sergeant Amberson here right? Actually sat down and had drinks with you and didn’t explode or kill the guy who just happened to look in her direction? This isn’t some twin?” Silva said. “Nope it’s the same Sergeant Amberson. I really can’t go into detail but she is fun to be with…and she puts up with my stupid rants.” He said and beat his kunckles against the table. “So how was your leave you score?” he said . “Hobbar, what the hell man I didn’t score. Nah all I did was go and see my folks who I hadn’t seen in ….gosh years. It was good although the news arrived before I did so they knew what had happened. I went to one of the amusement parks and went on the new rides for the hell of it. Hung out with a few old friends in the neighborhood and had football games with each other.” He said. “Be right back.” Hobbar got up and walked over to the line which was now shorter and grabbed a tray. “Afternoon Hobbar, say you catch that ball game last night?” the mess cook Sam Waters asked. Sam had dark hair and looked like he was in his mid thirties. His nose was small but the skin around his face was rough . “Nah didn’t have the time to. I hear it was a good one though.” Hobbar said and looked around the varities of the soups. Clam chowder and cheese broccoli. “I’ll have two bowls of the cheese broccoli.” Two bowls were then given to him. “Hey till next time see you later.” Sam said. “Yeah you too Sam.” Hobbar then grabbed some silverware and sat back down in front of Silva. “So you said something about news? What news.” He said and began to eat his soup. “My sister is a lesbian.” Jorge said in a quiet voice. Hobbar laughed so hard the soup in his mouth came flying out and onto the table. He couldn’t stop laughing and he picked up a napkin, cleaning up the mess.

“Is it funny to you?” Jorge said in a more stern voice. Hobbar couldn’t stop laughing. Other people around them looked at Hobbar laughing who banged his fist once on the table. Finally after laughing he had to rub his eyes and sighed. “ I’m sorry Silva. Wait so let me get this straight? Your parents and you knew your sister was a lesbian? That’s the big news? What are you gonna tell me next, that Starships can go through wormholes to travel between systems?” Jorge got a little upset. “It’s not right. Her lifestyle isn’t right. My parents kicked her out of the family Michael. That’s how serious it is to us. We’re catholic and it’s the lifestyle she chose, she’s own her own now.” He said. Michael then suddenly realized he was serious. “Wait a second…your serious? Geez of all the people in the universe I thought you wouldn’t care one way or the other. I mean who cares, geez. It’s not as if she’s forcing you to become…you know. Look it’s none of my business what people do in the bedroom, hey if your gay that’s ok. Is this going to effect your job?” Hobbar said. Silva then blinked fast. “What? Of course not Lieutenant. It will not effect my performance of being a Non-Commissioned Officer of the platoon. Don’t ever think that.”

“Alright I won’t touch on the subject, only if it begins to interfere with your duties I’ll intervene. But this is a personal matter. Changing the subject you hear the latest projections when the infantry section of the division will be ready?” he asked. “Nope, I haven’t heard anything.” Jorge said. “The divison won’t be up to strength with proper infantry till the end of February. The losses on the division were bad…at least not as bad as the other divisions. But still we’re in rough shape. So if there’s a crisis we may only be able to respond with a small force. We may get some replacements in the meantime. The brass is also having a shake up, I don’t know anything about that. So expect to see some new faces.” Silva took another bite. “Hey Hobbar…..you thinking what Sergeant Amberson’s gonna look like at the Christmas Party? Like a hot date…haha ahaha ah hahaha ahahahahhahahah!” Hobbar shook his head “Shut up.”