Broken hunger
Soon, you are ready for the action wearing your black official uniform. It is Bloody time, finally, to go having some munchies. Military rations are fulfilling, but they taste as radioactive sand. Still, after the last nightmarish mission; this ship is a paradise.
The Spartan decoration is exactly like any other from a military warship. However, after five years in the space from mission to mission, the Mufasa feels like a home.
The few common soldiers you have seen since your arrival from the Space station are sombre as If they are the ones that have seen two entire squads being wiped out by an Octopus ambush. Even when they greet you, their superior, they do it in a weird way, as something is off. You will have to deal with them later, as you won't allow that anyone destroys all you have achieved in your Military career.
Some reinforcements from the two main Academies arrive today. Fresh meat to the War effort grinder. You want to have a look at them, and see if any of them it will be of use.
The Officers' Cantina is situated in the lower deck with a really impressive big scenic window with a wide view of the big empty dark space.
It is almost empty, as the morning turn has already started two hours ago.
Looking around you can glimpse two new people you have never seen before, They only can be your new subordinates "Sargents" just graduated from each one of the two Military Academics.
You struggle to recall their profile, so casually
you pretend to be interested in the Cantina menu.
You are sure that the girl is called Emma, who is a lioness graduated with honours in the Shadow Claw military elite. So basically, an expert in weapons, and all type of combat skills and resilience.
And the other, that little small white lynx has to be the new War scientific researcher. A bioarchaeology graduate, certainly that is a very curious discipline, as normally archaeologists end as Scholars, not in the Army.
You finally go to the dispenser, happy that your mind, at least is still working even before breakfast.
The holographic TV starts again with the endless patriotic publicity campaign:
"Human-hog homemade coffee with Cow- milk the breakfast of the Patriots! Buy war bonds In the nearest slaughterhouse. This advertisement has been brought to you by Hello kitty corporation"
The Spartan decoration is exactly like any other from a military warship. However, after five years in the space from mission to mission, the Mufasa feels like a home.
The few common soldiers you have seen since your arrival from the Space station are sombre as If they are the ones that have seen two entire squads being wiped out by an Octopus ambush. Even when they greet you, their superior, they do it in a weird way, as something is off. You will have to deal with them later, as you won't allow that anyone destroys all you have achieved in your Military career.
Some reinforcements from the two main Academies arrive today. Fresh meat to the War effort grinder. You want to have a look at them, and see if any of them it will be of use.
The Officers' Cantina is situated in the lower deck with a really impressive big scenic window with a wide view of the big empty dark space.
It is almost empty, as the morning turn has already started two hours ago.
Looking around you can glimpse two new people you have never seen before, They only can be your new subordinates "Sargents" just graduated from each one of the two Military Academics.
You struggle to recall their profile, so casually
you pretend to be interested in the Cantina menu.
You are sure that the girl is called Emma, who is a lioness graduated with honours in the Shadow Claw military elite. So basically, an expert in weapons, and all type of combat skills and resilience.
And the other, that little small white lynx has to be the new War scientific researcher. A bioarchaeology graduate, certainly that is a very curious discipline, as normally archaeologists end as Scholars, not in the Army.
You finally go to the dispenser, happy that your mind, at least is still working even before breakfast.
The holographic TV starts again with the endless patriotic publicity campaign:
"Human-hog homemade coffee with Cow- milk the breakfast of the Patriots! Buy war bonds In the nearest slaughterhouse. This advertisement has been brought to you by Hello kitty corporation"