Broken hunger
After breakfast, all of you prepare to go to the War room and assist to be briefing about those exciting moments. You try to maintain a confident swagger and a cheerful carefree attitude with the fresh new members of the crew. Even if you are still battered after the last mission. Each moment you close your eyes hundreds of terrific images came to your mind in rapid succession.
Thankfully, the war scientists can wipe away all those traumatic feelings. but the treatment requires several days to kick-off, so you will have to endure, for now, seeing in your mind the image of your entire squad being chopped and skinned in front of you; these newbies will learn the ropes soon enough, as well as the burdens of command, or die trying.
After walking through several corridors mostly empty, you reach the ship's bridge. You can't avoid smirk observing how the entire room impacts in the newcomers. Even you can't avoid gaze through the immense window with a perfect panoramic of the deep space where you can stargaze the Galaxy core engulfed in a dance of millions of colours.
The bridge is tall and with an elegant yet practical design, well prepared and comfortable which enough chairs and apparel for a fully stocked crew. Sadly, it is not possible anymore, as the war slaughtered the most skilled person, so the crew needs far more people. The last months have been rough for The Mufasa. There were so many feline voices filling the room and a sense of community even with the minor castes. Now an apprehensive silence fills the enormous room of anxiety and quiet whimpers.
"Lieutenant," A powerful unknown roaring voice makes you return to the present. And soon gaze upon a noble figure in front of the Captain.
It is no brainer for you, that they are a Noble, due the fact they walk in they fours and is far more evolved into the animal genes. That even has fur. No other than Nobles are so advanced in the union between human and our animal soul. This individual seems to have his left rear leg crippled reinforced with a heavy decored and carved titanium and gold peg leg.
You automatically honour the illustrious guest, present yourself following the Cougar's clan customs, pounding high in the air while howling hails then kneeling down.
The noble Sabertooth grins at you while winking a beautiful golden eye marked with a deep scar. The body build seems lean and fragile but still prevailing an aura of enigmatic energy.
"No need to be so formal with me, Lieutenant. We are all citizens of the tribe. Moreover, in the middle of the war."
"But Thankfully, my reasons to be here are merry. Congress has decided that Your valiant defence until your last warrior of The station defence 5. Your team was able to save a colony of 5,000 civilians and the entire military Shipyard."
Then they elegantly grab a Medal from a gorgeous designed leather bag placed on their peg leg.
"Silverman, please step forward and proudly claim what you have earned with your actions." They says solemnly.
A thunderous round of applause from the officers and common soldiers together.
Thankfully, the war scientists can wipe away all those traumatic feelings. but the treatment requires several days to kick-off, so you will have to endure, for now, seeing in your mind the image of your entire squad being chopped and skinned in front of you; these newbies will learn the ropes soon enough, as well as the burdens of command, or die trying.
After walking through several corridors mostly empty, you reach the ship's bridge. You can't avoid smirk observing how the entire room impacts in the newcomers. Even you can't avoid gaze through the immense window with a perfect panoramic of the deep space where you can stargaze the Galaxy core engulfed in a dance of millions of colours.
The bridge is tall and with an elegant yet practical design, well prepared and comfortable which enough chairs and apparel for a fully stocked crew. Sadly, it is not possible anymore, as the war slaughtered the most skilled person, so the crew needs far more people. The last months have been rough for The Mufasa. There were so many feline voices filling the room and a sense of community even with the minor castes. Now an apprehensive silence fills the enormous room of anxiety and quiet whimpers.
"Lieutenant," A powerful unknown roaring voice makes you return to the present. And soon gaze upon a noble figure in front of the Captain.
It is no brainer for you, that they are a Noble, due the fact they walk in they fours and is far more evolved into the animal genes. That even has fur. No other than Nobles are so advanced in the union between human and our animal soul. This individual seems to have his left rear leg crippled reinforced with a heavy decored and carved titanium and gold peg leg.
You automatically honour the illustrious guest, present yourself following the Cougar's clan customs, pounding high in the air while howling hails then kneeling down.
The noble Sabertooth grins at you while winking a beautiful golden eye marked with a deep scar. The body build seems lean and fragile but still prevailing an aura of enigmatic energy.
"No need to be so formal with me, Lieutenant. We are all citizens of the tribe. Moreover, in the middle of the war."
"But Thankfully, my reasons to be here are merry. Congress has decided that Your valiant defence until your last warrior of The station defence 5. Your team was able to save a colony of 5,000 civilians and the entire military Shipyard."
Then they elegantly grab a Medal from a gorgeous designed leather bag placed on their peg leg.
"Silverman, please step forward and proudly claim what you have earned with your actions." They says solemnly.
A thunderous round of applause from the officers and common soldiers together.