W3rm began to wolf down the food with such speed it was like he hadn't eaten for decades. he cleared the plate in about 52 seconds. when he looked up he saw that the others sitting at the table are staring at him weirdly. "What?" asked W3rm as he began to get worried.

*Rowan breathed a sigh of relief as Magnus released him from the hug and sat down.

So soon ?

I thought you'd get a few days break before then, but I guess you're looking forward to it.

*Looks at W3rm as if he can't belive what he's seeing

How can you eat that stuff ?

"You might need to go to sick bay after eating that stuff,
hell we don't even feed that to any one we arrest"
Logan noted wided eyed at what he had jsu seen.

Then why the heck do they feed it to us then ?

*Rowan asked in disbelief

"Yeah, the instructor said tomorrow morning, but I don't care! I've been waiting months for this!!"

He smiled at Rowen.

"Who knows! I might get stationed on the same ship as you"

His smile evolved into an evil grin.

"Give me your number, I'll call you when I have a complaint about anything, anything at all!"

"You can blame the Cook for that he orders and cooks the muck."
Logan laughed gently.

"I hear he used to into bio-logical warfare before coming here and from
the look and taste of it he may well have been!"
He joked again.

This post has been edited by Logan Storm on Jan 5 2009, 07:30 AM

*Rowan holds his paws up

Noo, not me

I don't go up there. I stay down here.

*As he says this he points first to the cieling and then the floor

*Rowan then reached for his bottle of soda. Intent on ignoring the comment about the complaints as He took a big gulp of the cool liquid, nearly choking when the idea of Bio weapons was breached.

Well if he wasn't, he might as well be transferred there now.

*Rowan managed to come back with after wiping his muzzle with a nearby napkin

Makes me wonder what there is for prey on this planet though. Do ya think they'd give me a weapon ?

Just a sLogan went to fetch up his mug he felt a strong paw wrap around his throat
and praticly half picked him up half dragged him backwards off of his chair.

"We got to go damn it, pre-flight is in half an hour and you know how the
Commander get if any of us are late!"
A tall shapely Vixen sighed sternly though not all together unkindly.

The vixen was clearly muscular yet subtly kept her female curves and figure,
there was a wild glint to her eyes hat dared any man to try and tame her and
make her his.

Logan winced flaying his arms about as he's dragged off towards the lift's.

"This stuff is beetter then the deep space vitamins they fed us on our way here." so do you know where you're being assigned? Becuase I heard my captain saying that he is getting some new guys from here to replace the two we lost on our way here." said W3rm as he set his utensils down.

Dang.

*Rowan said as he checked his watch.

Why can't she drag me off like that sometime.

*He had found the vixen rather attractive, but he figured his chances were slim to none right now. He had tried not to stare as she had dragged Logan off. It seemed several females were looking to the human's

Well

*Rowan said as he rose from his seat

If they have to go, then I have to beat them there. If you two will pardon me I'll leave you to it shall I ?

*He grabbed his desert from the tray

Feel free to finish my dinner if you like

"thanks." said W3rm as he pulled the tray over and wolf that down. "You know, if I stay here long enough i could replace the cook and make everyone some Dracosian food."

This post has been edited by ringtail69 on Jan 6 2009, 03:21 AM

Down in the hanger area Logan felt himsel fbeing deposited into his assigned
Interceptor by the Vixen, watching her head over towards her craft he eased his
helmet come resperator over his head snaping it inplace via it's baynet clips tyle
device.

With practiced skill he subconchously began running through the preflight check
while listning into his wing's com' channel, only the Wing COmmander had
authorised access to other channels.

I wouldn't mind seeing that.

*Rowan said as he pulled a cap from a back pocket and placed it on his head.Then he looked at his watch, swore under his breath as he grabbed his clipboard.

I'm sorry do dash off, but well..

Duty calls

*With that he was off in a hurry.

~~~~

*Somehow, Rowan had managed to make it to the hanger in time. It had been a mad dash, but he had made it just in time. Even now he was going over the maintanance reports. There had it seemed been an issue with one of the interceptors, but it had been taken care of. He hated this part. Standing around in a smart, yet fur irritating uniform was not his idea of fun. Soon as these ships left, and the paperwork was done he was getting back into his coveralls so he could do some real work

+THIS IS WING FIVE TO WING LEADER COMMENCING COM'S CHECK, OVER!+
Logan said over his com's unit.

+THIS IS WING LEADER TO WING FIVE YOUR COMING IN FIVE BY FIVE, OVER!+
Came the Wing Commanders vocie in reply.

+ROGER THAT WING LEADER, WING FIVE OUT!+

With Com's check compleated hebegan systematicly raising and lowering each
wing flap in turn while the computer perform a virus check on all systems.