Ch 2 headed to Dinosaur Swamp

[Dome]

Richardson handles Sheps weapon(that sounds wrong) looking over it appraisingly. He then hands it back, "Well I want one if you get more."

When the doctor sits down, he leans over, having watched the sparring with the corner of his eye he whispers, "good work Doctor."

[Renekin Skywalker]

Socrates shrugs at Shep's response about not being a role model. "Only those who seak out power are unfit to wield it." He counters.

Otherwise, he lets the thrum of the engines calm him down a little, as the plane flies, listening to the patterns in the working components.

[Mierin]

Sam doesn't seem to care about being called Lt rather than Captain. She was still getting used to it herself. "I'll take that under advisement." she says to Tori, a bit surprised at the results of the sparring. She still felt reserved however, as real life combat has very little to do with sparring under controlled circumstances and luck did run out eventually.

An eyebrow raises a little and she nods at Shep. "And I'd like to hear that." she says quietly.

[sasqaricious]

When the cute EOD talks to her again she does revert to stuttering. "Thank-you very much. I think it was more luck then anything."

[Dome]

"There is always a component of luck in combat. You did well and put that grunt in her place. One lesson you can learn from your sparring session, in combat, never underestimate your opponent. She did and it landed her on her ass," he says as he smiles at the doctor.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Socrates continues to idly figure out all the moving parts in the plane, being, essentially, on down time until they hit the ground. HEaring the sounds in the craft helped him to stay sharp. If the swamp lives up to its name, he will need to know every twig snap.

[Tori]

With her primary weapon squared away, Tori's thoughts turned to chow. She went to a crate, and pulled out an MRE, ripping the bag open with her claw.

"See pogue? This is something you could help us with. It's all carbs!" Indeed an MRE was 51 percent carbs, 36 percent fat and only 13 percent protein.

"MRE's are made for humans, who are highly active and oscar mike like all the time. Cats especially need high protein diets, a little fat for skin health and virtually no carbs. It makes us fat! I would bet it has the same effect on dogs, too," Tori said, giving Socrates a quizzical look.

"All we get is crap, carbs, mystery meat smothered in gravy and processed cheese food products, which we can't-

"Oh wow, tuna?! Yes! This one is not too bad." Tori spread the tuna on a tortilla and topped it with the non-fat mayo and some of the seasoning packet. In all, it was probably the most nutritious MRE menu pack for a cat. She chomped her first roll-up with gusto. The strawberry shake did her little good, as she was lactose intolerant, as were most felines. She tossed the bagfull of pink powder to Socrates.

"You want my shake, Socrates?"

On the other hand, the apple cider mix was welcome, and she blended the powder into her canteen cup with some water, before taking a long drink. Continuing to sort through her bag, she found her snack, cheese filled pretzels, which still carried the name of a long-forgotten civilian counterpart, "Combos." Again she ripped open the bag and ate a few. A little bit of cheese and yogurt didn't bother her like milk or a shake. She saved the tootsie rolls and gum by slipping them into her pocket. The tp and towlette went into the side compartment of her pack. Left with oatmeal cookies, she tossed them to Autumn.

"Here you go, Doctor. You won a cookie." Tori gave what passed for a smile, and began to roll her second tuna wrap.

[Renekin Skywalker]

The bag landed next to the dog. Opening his eyes, he regarded the packet. "No-thank-you. Surgars and artificial ingredients, I'm told. Not fit for man or beast. Richardson, you want it?"

[Dome]

Richardson reaches out and catches the bag headed for the Doctor, "No thanks Socrates. If I was hungry I would have eaten," giving a glare to the cat he says, "Why don't you ask before you start throwing food around?"

[Tori]

"Because, I assume people can catch." Tori wondered what Richardson had against him, and didn't consider wrapped cookies to be a dangerous projectile. Anyhow she didn't throw it hard, just a toss, much like one would toss a letter in mail call, for those that could read.

"It's why the doctor's buddy Dr. Bradford gifted us with opposable thumbs." Tori gave a double thumbs up. Nobody ever bitched her out for sharing chow before. No doubt bomb-boy was blustering to impress his would-be mate. Humans always thought with the small head. He would need the blood in his brain out in the field. She was losing respect for her human.

[Renekin Skywalker]

"He is referring to the assumption." Socrates says, his eyes again closed. "Not the physical act."

[Tori]

Tori did not care what the dog said. It was mind over matter. She did not mind because he did not matter. She wondered why the dumb dog, and the human she was quickly losing faith in, did not know how to swap chow. The two of them probably ate Charms like it was cool.

"Way to brown-nose, Brownie. Keep up the good work and maybe the humans will let you sleep by the bed tonight."

She took a bite out of her second tuna wrap and looked up at her stern looking and silent partner. "If you get chow, don't bother to share or swap. They won't appreciate it."

[sasqaricious]

Autumn removes her helmet and opens the cookie bag. "Thank-you Tori. I will unless anyone else wants one save this for later." She holds up the cookies in offer to anyone else. She has mixed feeling as she was in her armour now and not sure if the cookie thing should matter or not but decides in an effort to keep things peaceful not to say anything.

[Janxi]

(Posted for Liz, who is still having problems. She's getting a repair this weekend.)

She'd been quiet so far. Janxi kept her distance like she usually did, but the dog was beginning to grate on her nerves. And pissing in the large cats' cereal was not the best of ideas. Dark eyes narrowed as she watched the dog and a low threatening growl rose from deep within her throat. She knew all it would take was one good swat and all that would be left of the dog would be shredded meat. Tempting as it was, in instances like these Jan had learned some self control. Snuffing out the mutt probably wouldn't be the smartest thing she did for Tori or herself.

Instead she grabbed an MRE sack and bit the wrapping off exposing a pop tart. She wagged the pastry in the dogs direction. "Jealous 'cause Tori didn't give ya nothing. Well here ya go." Janxi laughed softly as she wrapped her mouth around the pastry. "Well I ain't givin' ya anythin' either."

In between chewing she turned to Tori wagging the half eaten pop tart at her. "How in the hell did ya lose to a pogue Tori? Really? A pogue? That's embarrassing." And finished the last of the pastry just shaking her head.

[Dome]

Richardson hands the bag to the doctor purposely letting his hand touch hers for a moment. Looking at her hoping to catch her eye he says, "enjoy Doctor." He then glances back at both cats with and annoyed glare. He then goes back to checking his gear. He is anxious to touch down and get this mission started, and then complete.