Ch 2 headed to Dinosaur Swamp

[sasqaricious]

Not sure of what is happening decides to wait to see what orders are given and the direction in which they are going. She does respond to Richardson though. "I am not sure if we will be staying, thank-you very much!"

[Renekin Skywalker]

Noting the rifle on Shep, Socrates buckles his armour, with his helmet on his person, and his weapons on him. However, he, except for his pistol being armed, and the vibroblades in his armour, he wasn't as weapon-ready as Shep.

"Are we expecting something?" He asks Shep, looking around.

[Tori]

"Oh shit! That's chow!" Tori was a proper soldier that marched on her stomach, and the chicken roasting slowly, with herbs and butter had her tail and ears at attention on deck.

"Yeah chow..." Her purring became obvious, and her tail swished slowly as if caught in a direct line to her imagination.

Tori headed directly for the chow hall, her back straight. She approached the line as if she belonged there, a cute cat among humans.

roll to trust/intimidate [dice=100]- needs

"Please sir, I have a hungry squad of eight. We need some hot chow with all the trimmin's electrolite beverages and anything else."[rand=4993488707172714230009959314227079369311911130238919424989298811]

[dakota]

Shep shook his head," Not really Soc. Just don't trust anyone here enough around a new toy. I leave this with the rest of my gear and I'm liable to come back to a C-12 or worse. I kept it locked up at homebase too." He watched Tori head off towards the mess hall, then shook his head again as he turned to Sam. " Cap, I'll keep an eye on Tori and hold down things here for you. Doc, you and Richardson gonna go play kissy-face behind the garage or grab some chow?"

Tori was soon handed a plate of food loaded up, but despite the smell to the contrary, the large grey slab of meat on her tray was definitely not chicken. " Rest of your squad can get their own." The cook said as he handed over her tray.

The Corporal led Sam to the small command bunker not far from the landing pad. From her vantage point, she could see the hovertruck take their gear and stop at a small team house off the main dormatories. Behind a battered metal desk sat a big man with a big of a weight problem and a badly receding hairline. He looked up, pushing his glasses back on his nose. He stood up and came around the desk, " Captain Fraser I presume? welcome to Fort Machais. Colonel Wallace gave me a heads up you were due in. What can I do to help you out, General Sykes made it clear you have a priority mission."

[Renekin Skywalker]

Socrates nods to Shep about the gun. "understood." He says. The dog boy, prizing his own rifle as much as Shep - being a symbol of his promotion from being a simple dog boy grunt to a corporal - stays over his shoulder, though safetied and such.

Having eaten little during the flight, Socrates decides to try his luck at the canteen. As he gets his own plate of meat, he looks at it quizzically. "What animal is this?" He asks, trying to sound more curoius than rude.

[Mierin]

Sam nods at Shep before heading off to see the Colonel.

Once meeting the Colonel, she smiles politely and nods (saluting if safe to do so, if not, she won't) "Yes, sir, that is correct. The mission is to rescue some troops who vanished months ago." When the Colonel asks how he can help, she says "Any intel you can give me on the area would be very helpful, sir, thank you."

[Dome]

"Chow sounds good to me sir, any idea where we can store our gear sir," he asks Shep.

[dakota]

Schrader returned the salute. " We haven't made many in roads into the swamps I'm afraid. I can tell you to watch your six though. Most of our intel comes from scouts we've been sending into the swamp. In fact Martin, the scout you that will be guiding your crew is is one of my best. He is due out any time from another assignment. I'm guessing your lost team is being held by either barbarians or slavers, they seem to be our most common threats. How were you looking to do insertion? Makes a big difference with that little storm they keep telling me is going to blow through here."


shep rolled his eyes as he looked at Socrates as he sat down acrossed from him. " Soc, we're in a region called Dinosaur Swamp. Smells like chicken so I'm guessing raptor. Pass me some of that ketchup."

[sasqaricious]

The Doctor too follows the rest of the group to the mess hall and proceeds to stand in line for the food. She looks at all the food and realizes this is not what she was used to at the lonestar facility but will eat whatever it is. Maybe an analysis of what the troops eat and means to improve it might get her off the front lines. She doubts it as she is sure that the people that backstabbed her made sure that the ability to escape was incredibly difficult if not impossible!

[Renekin Skywalker]

"I just wanted to know, sir." Socrates says, sitting down, politely cutting it into manageable chunks. "How do you know it's raptors? Maybe it's grain fed?"

[dakota]

" I've been down this way before. Couple years ago I did lurps* round the Char area, north of here. Never got this far south, but I learned some of the local delicacies. And I know Raptor is grey when done cooking over an open fire. Tri tops looks alot like beef only darker, and saurinoid reminded me alot of Fury Bettle, but tenderer." He put a fair amount of ketchup on his meat. He cut off a piece, chewed and swallowed. " Not a big chicken fan either, but at least a chicken won't try to eat us. We run into raptors down here, watch your six, these things are sneaky. From what I'm told, even worse than the ones out west. At least those ones we see coming."


(* lurps - LRRP, or Long Range Recon Patrol)

[Dome]

Richardson takes his meal, and joins Shep and Socrates at the table. He looks down at the meal. "I can't say I've ever had anything that looks like this. It smells like chicken, but will it really taste like that?"

Richardson uses his peripheral vision to keep an eye on the doctor, but having Shep say what he did, had Richardson on guard. He focuses on his meal, and begins to cut into the dinosaur meat. He takes a small bite and stops trying to see if he can figure out if he likes it or not.

[sasqaricious]

After the good Doctor gets her plate filled she looks for the rest of her team.

Perception - [dice=20]

Spotting them she heads to the table and asks "Is it alright if I join you. If it is not I can go sit over there."

She honestly would have preferred sitting on her own but will not argue either as she should get to know the team on a basis other then psychological.[rand=8734057114110871784314830617797786606179476314253473740477674764]

[Dome]

"We're all on the same team," he says pointing to a seat across from him. "Have a seat. This is not so bad," he says pointing to his plate with his fork.

[Tori]

The mystery meat had Tori a bit salty, but it still smelled really good. She grabbed a salad, mixing no-fat sour cream and salsa for dressing, with a few black olives. Before taking a seat, she drops the clips out of her rifle, and brass-checks her shotgun shell from the receiver, slipping it into her pocket. She took a seat besides Socrates with a mischievous grin, then licked her paws, as cats do.

With groomed paws, and a brass-checked weapon, she took up her silverware, carving off a piece of the grey meat. She lifted it to her mouth. It smelled damn good. Dinosaur was new to her, but it was meat. As a cat, she would probably eat Splugorth escargot.

After a tentative chew, Tori looked over to Socrates. "Please pass the Tobasco.- no, not the regs, pass me the chipotle. Thanks."


She put some chipotle sauce on the rest of the carving and sawed off another piece. It was about like chicken, but a little more moist. She chased the bite down with some sugar-free lemon lime electrolyte beverage.

"It could use a little season-salt... Anyhow, XO, where's the 'cane on the Saffir-Simpson scale?"