A Day At Abenaki (Commonwealth)

[Nyx]

Fort Abenaki, Alexandria

In the mess hall of Fort Abenaki, the personnel of the Commonwealth ate and buzzed with talk. A mix of navy, intelligence, and army, the room was split into groups of friends and colleagues, with a few loners eating in peace. One of these loners was Alex B. Roeder, a cadet fresh from the recruitment office. The girl made a disgusted face as she poked at the sludge they called food, watching it jiggle at the touch. How appetizing.

She sighed as she set the tray aside, looking around her. These idiots were all happy with their service, all satisfied with being naught but cannon fodder for the higher ups. Alex scoffed internally, outwardly remaining bored, slouching on the bench. Her hair was kept short, but messy, just daring one of the officers to get onto her about it. If she couldn't live her life without doing this tour of service, then she was damn well going to have fun with it.

Alex considered getting off of the bench and walking around the base, at least the ones she had access to, but that would have required effort. And she was saving all of her energy for when she had to find excuses not to do something someone told her to do. Just that morning, she'd been chewed out for cutting corners on cleaning her bunk. Turns out trying to hide trash in the mattress wasn't going to work very well. Oh, well. She'd just find another way to skip out on her duties.

Speaking of which, she could see her squad leader enter the mess hall, looking around. Chit, was he looking for her? Alex could feel herself grow lazier just seeing the man, and slouched even further on the bench, hoping she could stay hidden among the crowd. If there was one thing she was good at, it was remaining invisible in plain sight.


(The sub for Fort Abenaki can be found here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/95124-fort-abenaki/
This thread will be used as both a social thread and a dev for the fort. Have fun!)

 

[Darth Caecus]

Slowly, methodically, Zee dipped her spoon in to the current offering from the kitchen. It jiggled, almost grotesquely, as she raised it up to give it the eyeball. For a long moment she held it aloft, grey-green eyes slightly narrowed, watching the brown-grey gelatin shiver. After a few contemplative heartbeats, she shrugged.

NOM.

It really could have been worse, she mused as she swallowed.

Could have been better of course. But. Also could have been worse.

*****

One hour ago

"Are you still here Zee?"

Boots stopped right next to her head. Lowering her tools, she used her feet to set the repulsor-creeper she was lying back on skimming out a bit from beneath the speeder. She looked up at the Chief Mechanic, Rikkard, who was giving her a rather incredulous look.

"What's up?"

His look got even more incredulous. There was no credulity here. Nope.

"You've been here all day. Hell, you've been here longer than the people who are actually assigned to be here. Have you taken a break?"

Zee shrugged. The mechanic frowned.

"Look. There are rules. Regulations. You are required to take a break when you're on mechanical duty every-"

"But I'm not on duty. So. Logically. Doesn't apply."

"I'm going to say this once. And only once." He crouched down, sitting on his heels and looking her in the eyes. She tried her best to look innocent.

"Get out of here and go do something fun. I don't care what. Meet some people. Watch something. Play a game. Meet some one and find a bunk- I don't care. But get. Out. From under. That. Speeder."

He smirked then, taking some of the sting out of it.

"At least for the rest of today, okay?"

******

Now

She'd cleaned up a bit, but Zee was still in her mechanic's coveralls, just rolled down and tied at the waist. Her black tank top bared the still angry red new scar she'd picked up in the hollow of her shoulder. Other wounds from Iskeria were hidden. It was still sore, still a little stiff, but she knew from experience that as long as she kept working it, everything would be fine. Maybe after lunch she'd go to the gym.

She knew that's not what Rikkard had meant. But all he could do was get her out of his hangar.

Zee sat by herself, methodically eating the offering from the kitchen.

Really, it wasn't that bad.

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor - Commonwealth Navy
Naval Station Abenaki - Galley
____________________

So...I'm a fleeter now. Dad would be so proud. Cait Falcor was of two minds about things.

On the one hand, Cait had been a Republic Infantry Grunt during the One Sith War...there was something deeply ingrained to her soul that her natural enemy was the Fleeter.

On the other hand...Navy Blue looks really good on me. Cait remarked, as she looked at her reflection in mirror.

Also of note, the Falcors were Fleet as far back as she could research.

She was still washing her hands - there was a bank of sinks all personnel were required to utilize before entering the Dining Hall proper. She wore her navy blue Duty Uniform, and she had to admit it looked damn good.

***

After waiting in line, and scanning her ID at the Entry Point she was finally admitted into the dining hall...where she was invited to wait in line to get food. Some things seemed to be true no matter what military you served in.

New Uniform. Same poodoo.

She grabbed a Tray and continued along. It was interesting for her to be in this position...she was a decorated combat veteran of nearly a dozen campaigns. She'd led men in combat, she'd been wounded three times. Yet at the moment her uniform lacked any Rank Insignia.

Because, effectively she was starting over again. After she got done here, she was off to Navy Special Operations Selection, where she would need to earn a spot. Still, for all the fancy gear - Cait figured they were just fancy Grunts. Once a Grunt always a Grunt, no matter what kind nice toys you use.

She hoped she could earn the position. Her shoulder itched - she had added to her Tattoo - but somehow she thought that would help her push just that little bit harder.

YUN
PERKY

Cait was yanked out of her internal musings as she realized she was near enough the front of the snaking line to make out what was on offer today.

She forced her eyes to pass over the Huttnought table - she needed to be at her best to pass Selection.

Feth yea! Its the Grey Sludge. That stuff is so good!

 

[Alleycat]

Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

Mia Conner had only been active with the Commonwealth a few days. During that time the long-legged blonde had pretty much kept to herself. Being a seasoned pilot with previous military experience, "Raven's" orientation had been short and sweet as they needed her up and running pronto. She had been cleared to fly the faction's Scythe-class starfighter and MPD-11a. Depending where they needed her the most on any given mission is where the ex-Imperial would land or in this case, fly.

Entering the mess in a standard flight suit, sapphire gems perused the dining hall quickly before heading towards the slowly moving chow line. There were small groups gathered eating and commiserating together about this and that as she passed by the tables, mostly about how bad the food was.

Great?! Some things never change.

A clean tray was grabbed from a stack at the beginning of the food line, then the golden-haired pilot waited her turn to be served by the culinary specialist.

[member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Zee"] [member="Alex Roeder"]

 

[Corrax Talrus]

​Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

"​Did you ever find it?"​ the cadet asked jovially.

"Kind of hard to miss an angry womp rat with a flight helmet in your cockpit," Corrax said with a grin, causing the table of young Commonwealth Navy cadets to erupt into a cacophony of laughter. If there was any tradition as old as the warrior tradition, it was the tradition of warriors sitting around over a meal and sharing the stupidest things that had ever happened to them. It felt good. Corrax was only a few years older than most of them, but fit in well - primarily since he'd left his rank insignia in his temporary quarters. Had the cadets known he was a captain, things would probably have been far more awkward.

Lifting his fork, he repositioned the remaining food on his tray as he leaned back and listened to the cadets recount a prank they'd pulled on their senior officer a few days before the Surprise​ had arrived for shore leave. The routine inspection of the vessel would be quick, but the crew that hailed from Alexandria was thrilled for the few days off. Corrax knew no one on planet, and so chose to spend his time on base. He chuckled as the cadets got to the part of the story where they were caught by their CO at the worst possible moment, memories flooding his mind. He'd been there.

[member="Mia Conner"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Alex Roeder"]
​

 

[Alleycat]

Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

Mia for the most part tried to eat well and tended to be a vegetarian more often than not, but sometimes in the military you had to eat what they served you. The Commonwealth's glop was intriguing to say the least today. The golden blonde wasn't sure if the food was moving on its own or just from the tray giggling as she walked between the tables to find an open spot, but if it was too bad the pilot would just chow down later on one of the many ration bars stashed in her footlocker; probably after a workout, which she tried to do each and everyday one way or another.

The CAG was seemingly entertaining or was being entertained by some navy cadets. Raven chose the table next to theirs and sat down with her back to them. Course there were no condiments out. The pilot turned around and tapped [member="Corrax Talrus"] on the shoulder.

"Sir…Mind passing the salt and pepper over please," she asked with the smallest of courteous smiles. Though doubt it will help the taste...

[member="Alex Roeder"] [member="Zee"] [member="Cait Falcor"]

 

[Allison Martha Iversson]

Fort Abenaki
South Barracks

Inspection is coming up. Gotta get rid of these soon.

Allison looked at the stick of Nova in her hands as she sat down in her usual secluded spot behind the unused south barracks building. She new that she could get in trouble with the base staff if they discovered this. That's why she frequented this area of Abenaki, it's quiet and away from the prying eyes of officers. She took another puff of the stick and looked out into the distance. Alexandria was a beautiful world from here. The warm season was starting and the lush flora started sprouting in the field. Even so the Nova made Allison feel cold. A feeling that she loved and yet distrusted.

She shook her head. I know this poodoo is killing me. I just...

She thought back to how she got here as the small metal bits itched under her face.

Geno and Frederick, her older brothers, were big influences on Allison's life and got her into all sorts of trouble. They had introduced her to Nova, a local drug outlawed by the monarchs. Although it was an open secret that the royal police and the nobles seized it from the under class so they could use it themselves, the hypocrites, it still remained a popular choice for people who could run it. The nation's youth loved the stuff including her two older brothers who brought her along after her secondary school to have a stick. After it became apparent that she had become addicted to it she started other things which quickly made its way to her parents. It was they who suggested rehabilitation and for a while it seemed to work. She was eager to join the military and kept clean for a while.

Old habits though.

Once she got through the required physicals and started working on ships all her progress backslid. And here she is. Thomas, Marie, Jocelyn, and Terrence. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have a big sister like me. Don't do what I did. Don't listen to your bonehead brothers.

She wanted to say that to them so much. She quickly pushed it from her mind and threw her Nova stick away. She would have to go requisition a new bed for her quarters and wash her sheets and clothes extra throughly. One rouge stain or missed powder rub and she'd be in front of Captain Hull in a heartbeat. The numbness went away after a while as she joined the other people in the mess hall. Grabbing her unusual goop, a spoon, and her drink, she sat down and swiped her hair back from the front of her. That's another thing. Wash hair thoroughly and deodorize.

[member="Zee"] [member="Mia Conner"] [member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Corrax Talrus"] [member="Alex Roeder"]

 

[Corrax Talrus]

​Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

​Corrax turned around after feeling someone tap his shoulder. He was still laughing slightly as the cadets moved on to recount another story of their antics. He offered a welcoming smile to [member="Mia Conner"] as she asked for salt and pepper.

"Sure thing," he said, reaching over and grabbing them for her. "It's not so bad," he said, gesturing to the food, "if you've ever spent time as a prisoner of the Hutts."

"That table looks boring," he said, his nose crinkling in mock disgust. "Why don't you come sit over here with us?"

Tilting his head slightly, he noticed Iversson sitting down at a nearby table. He knew who she was, but hadn't ever officially met her that he could remember. "Gunney, there's a seat here for you, too!" he called loudly enough for her to hear.

[member="Allison Martha Iversson"]

 

[Alleycat]

Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

Mia offloaded the salt and pepper shakers from [member="Corrax Talrus"] as he handed them across the aisle between them with a nod of thanks attached.

"No sir, I can give thanks for not having that privilege," the blonde pilot replied, then added with a small smirk after sprinkling some of the white and black seasoning upon the food on her tray. "Though I'm sure you have a good story to tell about such an experience, am I right?"

There weren't many of his kind in the First Order. The CAG seemed relaxed. Most everyone who was an Imperial breed from youth were rigid and overly proper. Was it refreshing, maybe. The whole non-Imperial thing was taking some getting used to. Mia was though trying to ease up just a bit, but not enough to deter her from being an exemplary pilot and military officer for the Commonwealth.

"As you wish, Captain," Raven answered with a small smile, then picked up her tray and moved across to the table over where he and the cadets were sitting; squeezing into the spot made for her next to him.

[member="Allison Martha Iversson"]

 

[Allison Martha Iversson]

​Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

Hearing Corrax's words invite her over to the table Allison stood up and smoothed out her jacket. She then pulled the tray with her and sat down across from him. Wordlessly she sat down at the table and nodded.

Sure doesn't feel different from my old table. Well, I guess I can have a normal conversation to try and ward off this kick.

She looked up at Corrax. "So, you're... Uh, where's your patch?". She couldn't find it anywhere on him which was quite odd.

[member="Mia Conner"] [member="Corrax Talrus"]

 

[Corrax Talrus]

​Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall

​With a laugh, Corrax scooted to the side a bit to make more space. The announcement of his rank of Captain suddenly quieted the table of cadets, each of them wondering if they'd said more than they should have. Corrax winced slightly to himself as the cadets went about studiously inspecting their mess trays. Back to reality​, he thought to himself.

He offered a kind smile to Iversson as she sat across from him, preparing to introduce himself before she asked where his rank insignia was.

Force,​ he swore silently. ​Does no one on this Force-forsaken rock believe in downtime?

Corrax kept his smile in place as he answered. "I'm pretty certain it's in my temp quarters, at the moment. Thanks for noticing." He chuckled as he said the last, glancing around at the awkward cadets.

"You two have any fun plans for leave?" he asked, attempting a subject change. The damage was done, after all.

[member="Allison Martha Iversson"] | [member="Mia Conner"]​

 

[Allison Martha Iversson]

Allison looked up and down as he, seemingly annoyed by her question, replied to her that he left it in his temp quarters. A good enough answer as always. "Sorry", she said apologetically, "My manners sorta take off whenever I get these headaches. What's your name?"

[member="Mia Conner"] [member="Corrax Talrus"]

 

[Alleycat]

"Perhaps take in the local sites, though that would require a pass off the base," Mia responded to [member="Corrax Talrus"], then the blonde pilot scooped up a spoonful of the side entree on her tray and took a bite. A mortified look came to her face, but she didn't spit it out; rather swallowed it quickly followed by a long swig of water.

Raven wiped her mouth off with a napkin, then dropped it onto the tray and pushed it forward; her blue gaze drifted to [member="Allison Martha Iversson"] as the Master Gunner spoke.

"I'm Mia Conner, callsign Raven," she offered, extending her hand across to the other woman.

 

[Corrax Talrus]

"Corrax Talrus," came his own reply on the heel of Conner's introduction. Adopting a depressive demeanor he continued, "I'm not cool enough for a callsign, unfortunately."

His sorrowful appearance quickly faded into a grin in response to Iversson's next comment. "Manners are overrated, if we're honest - and typically make things less fun. For that matter," he said, glancing towards Conners, "So are base passes ... "

The cadets at the table had already started dispersing, the last of them awkwardly leaving - uncertain as to whether or not she should salute. Leaning in toward Iversson and Conners, he spoke in low conspiratorial tones. "As a captain in the Commonwealth Navy, I declare this grub to be wholly inedible. I'm putting together a top secret op to find the best food in this city and I'm looking for volunteers. This is a black mission - any of us get caught in enemy territory and we're on our own ... "

Corrax levelled a hard stare at each of them in turn, then continued in a fake, gravelly voice. "Are you in or are you out, soldiers?"

[member="Mia Conner"] | [member="Allison Martha Iversson"]​

 

[Elanor Wraith]

Fort Abenaki
Mess Hall


Ahh, fort Abenaki - was there anything like the smell of a fresh, new military installation? Probably. If there was, Eleanor didn't know. Maybe a brand-new cruiser or that static-y, chemical-y residue smell that was left on prefab buildings? Her hard military experience was somewhat limited, she'd just graduated from all the bonus schooling and... alternative education that being a young intelligence officer required.

She was in the best shape of her life, knew regulations like the backs of her hands, and not yet disillusioned with cafeteria food to suffer the heavy air of resignation that seemed to plague the mess hall. Besides! She was a student of the Galaxy! She'd paid good money to eat things at least TWICE as gross as military protein-slop, right? Right?!

As she sat herself down at a random table, Eleanor sized up the jiggling mound before her with a critical eye. It was edible, she knew. Everything a soldier needed. Given a pen and paper, Eleanor could likely come up with a third of the ingredients off of the top of her head, just because knowing random, stupid things like that had impressed her trainers and handlers in the academy. What was one more ingredient in all that chemical mess?

Casting a furtive glance around, Eleanor waited until the coast looked fairly clear. A single, smooth motion surreptitiously produced a tiny bottle of hot sauce from her pocket, another motion uncorked it and poured a generous amount atop her gruel. And just like that, the bottle was gone and she was stirring the blissfully spicy stuff in to hide it.

Mostly beside she had not, in fact, brought enough for everyone and that stuff was expensive.

 

[The Upright Man]

Commander Dean Letham swore as the intercom roused him from fitful sleep. He rubbed his blurry eyes and glanced at the mission clock bolted to the wall above his temporary bunk. This whole section of the barracks was sectioned off for Fireteam Black, all fifty bunks for three individuals. Maybe command was trying to make them feel comfortable, all it did was make them feel a bit alienated from the rest of the jarheads.

His eyes studied the clock, he'd been asleep for three hours - his first sleep cycle in all of thirty-six hours, damn it. Worse, this was the first time since he got back from the colonies that he had been able to sleep. Reports of foreign vessels entering space, wrecking havoc, and then quickly vanishing, leaving only destruction. Pirates. Section Zero, more specifically, Fireteam Black, was assigned to locating them.

The three of them had returned to Alexandria for a brief stint, Lord Admiral Horus wanted to speak to them personally before they gave their initial report to the Commonwealth Security Council, the CSC. Dean rolled out of bed, still in his fatigues, so was Hadiyya, her teeth snapped in a silent bark that someone had dared to awaken her. Marguerite was sitting on her bed, hair disheveled, she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. Files, folders and datapads encircling her.

"I'll meet you in the cafeteria," Marguerite said and gave Dean a nod, "Alright," he surrendered, not bothering to try and coax her for a break. He knew what CNI spooks were like. He reeked of sweat, he'd have to shower before he was shipped to Mandurah Harbour, but food came first. He lumbered towards the door, Hadiyya loyally following with the walk of a drowsy zombie. Down the hall, left, no, back, it was a right, down the end and then a left, correct. Dean and Hadiyya entered the bustling cafeteria.

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[member="Elanor Wraith"] | [member="Corrax Talrus"] | [member="Mia Conner"] | [member="Allison Martha Iversson"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Alex Roeder"]

 

[Damien Storm]

Damien Storm would not typically the type to want to garner attention; in fact he preferred to be left alone on most occasions. However, because of his circumstances the Commonwealth was his only option of survival until he could gather protection of his own. Besides, as accomplished as this group was; he knew that his father wouldn't think his posh and polished son would join a real team of fighters. But that is what made joining so perfect as Damien hoped to learn all he could about warfare or fleeting as both would be great to know in regards to taking his home back. The exiled prince would have his day. . . . but first he'd have to be broken and reformed into the kind of man that deserves to lead his people. The reason why he would stand out so much is that he was wearing a pristine suit on eating along at the chow hall. Damien honestly didn't own anything but suits before running away to join the Commonwealth and as such had no 'civilian' clothes but suits for the mess hall.

As he took a bite into the 'food' on his plate pretending it was his mother's mashed potatoes instead. The projection didn't actually work of course but at least it distracted him with thoughts of home. He hoped his mother was faring well without him to serve as a buffer between her and his father. His grip unintentionally tightened around his eating utensil as he grew angry at the thought for the moment. He took a moment to look around at all the other cadets getting along and joking about as he then smiled to himself admiring them for being so open with each other. Before this, he'd only lived the life of a relatively pampered heir who only occasionally dabbled in formal sword play with his instructor. Still, his back itched as his wings itched to be free and preferably airborne but he just wanted to get through this meal and hopefully get leave for a short flight along the coast. Maybe a jack and coke to go with the view as well but that was for later of course.

[member="Elanor Wraith"] | [member="Corrax Talrus"] | [member="Mia Conner"] | [member="Allison Martha Iversson"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Alex Roeder"]

 

[Alleycat]

The tightly wound Imperial officer that was the former Daska Tess bristled at the notion of breaking the rules, but the reborn Mia Conner was intrigued by the thought of slipping out to have a decent meal with a comrade in arms. What harm could come of it, right? This was their home turf, plus what better way to get acquainted with her fellow Commonwealth brothers and sisters.

Previously the ace TIE pilot had kept herself walled off from those she served with within the First Order, well except one pilot and one Knight of Ren, but that only served to alienate the others and help perpetuate her facade as the "Ice Princess". Here, Mia would strive to be a little more inclusive of her company, though still strive to keep a professional distance; a balance that would be a challenge for sure.

"I'm in," the golden blonde nodded to [member="Corrax Talrus"], then looked to [member="Allison Martha Iversson"] for her answer across the table from them.

[member="Damien Storm"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Elanor Wraith"] [member="Cait Falcor"] @Zee @Alex Roeder

 

[Warfield Lester]

Blending in with the crowd at the table, Warfield took care to laugh when they laughed, and smile when they smiled. He was still nervous about being in the Commonwealth, especially as a rough-on-edges recruit, but at least being social reminded him of his time traversing the Core Regions of space both before and after the sith took it. He grabbed his drink and slipped it quietly as [member="Corrax Talrus"] began to lean in and speak.

"Are you in or are you out, soldiers?", he muttered.

Warfield hadn't had real food in a few weeks, and his stomach made a convincing argument against him playing it safe. The grizzled veteran put his drink on the table and nodded with a crooked grin, his own voice a joyful retort;

"Aye. Anythin is better than this.", he said as he stabbed the dented spoon into the soylent green goop he was forced to eat.

[member="Mia Conner"] │ [member="Allison Martha Iversson"]

 

[Allison Martha Iversson]

Allison feigned interest in the mission but decided not to go. She had... Laundry to do.

"I'm sorry. I have some duties to square away first.", she said in a half truth to the others. Evidence to destroy, more like. she thought as she went back into her slop.