In the Mess Hall

[mam89]

Oz was hungry, in fact he wasn't just hungry, he felt like his bulging stomach was going to wither up and fall off if he didn't get any nourishment.

That feeling set in about 30 seconds after he called for an order up to his cabin, and it hadn't arrived in an expedient fashion so he had to think hard. Either he would sit in his massive reading chair and die of starvation, or he would have to heave himself up and lumber down to the kitchens to find out who the hell wasn't jumping when he said to jump! If anyone fessed up, which would be foolish, he would have them skewered and roasted for his afternoon snack; of course that was just a figure of speech, Oz didn't normally eat his crew...

So, with much effort, and a great deal of cussing in multiple languages, Oz finally got out of his chair, stumbled over the threshold of his cabin and maneuvered his way down to the Mess Hall of the ship. Of all the shitty things on the Esteem, the main mess hall was Oz's favorite places. The esteem had a first class ship's kitchen, and enough storage food to feed the massive crew and more for months; all of which was bought with Oz's personal Alliance salaries. That is, as long as the captain didn't die of starvation first!

"Where the hell is my food!" the gluttonous captain heaved as he slammed open the doors to an awed crowd of hungry men... All of which would later laugh about the all too common incident.

"Where is the lead chef! I wish to have a word with him about this matter! His stewards are getting slack again confound it!" Foaming at the mouth wasn't something Oz normally did, except on rarified occasions; like when the "bad guy" escaped (and Oz was blamed), or when he didn't get his laundry done just right, or that time he broke his toe on his chair and later smashed the chair, or when his scheduled meals don't arrive 5 seconds early... Anyway, Oz just didn't do things to make himself look bad in front of his men!

In realty, if his men hadn't have love the luxury of his ship nor feared his temper, they most certainly would have all busted up laughing at him.

OCC: Anyone can join, if you dare! Naw, I'm just kidding XD

[amara]

Amara had been discussing the incident at Whitefall (OOC: Which still needs continuation!)) with Thomas when the doors to the mess hall banged open. Of course, it was Oz Olsen, their "glorious" captain, demanding food be prepared long before it was humanly possible. She kept her inner frustration and disgust hidden well behind her eyes, as she looked back down at her plate and resumed lunch as if nothing had happened. Because really, nothing had. The Captain was a child; this is why children usually don't become kings.

"So anyway," Amara said to Tom, hoping he would be in on an on-topic conversation. "I've been tracking their movements for the past few months. You know, checking up on places they've been sighted. I'm hoping to anticipate their next landing."

[mam89]

Oz paced the mess hall patiently, waiting for the inevitable. And here it came; a ship cook all in white clothing stained with various liquids and spotted with small trinkets hanging from his apron which were used as cooking utensils. He was short and rather plump (skinny in comparison to Oz however) and walked with a slight limp on his right side.

"Awwww Inchev, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly! Normally you send on of your lackies out before you arrive to cool me off," the Captain said angrily at the Head Chef.

And from there on for a few minutes a bit of quiet (of you can call shouting quiet) and vulgar language started to fly. It didn't come down to much but a distraction for time so that the main entree could be prepared and the Captain settled into eating. It was almost as a ceremonial meeting between the two men, nice and friendly in regard but outwardly very aggressive and intimidating. On other wards, it was all a farce.

Some minutes later, and out of breath the meal which had been ordered arrived and Oz dismissed the chef and his server with short waves of his hand. It was perfect (except for the timing) and Oz sat at the closest table he could find, slipped his napkin into his collar and began to munch.

Little did he know who he was sitting next to at that time....

(OOC: I didn't know what to do... so go ahead and take it from there XD Blank slate *wink*)

[darkreaction3]

The day was passing slowly for Tom. He'd taken the normal, recommended dose of his drug in an attempt to get himself onto a more normal routine. It wasn't working as planned, and he felt more down than usual. He was seated next to Amara at an otherwise empty table, and they had been discussing their little pet project. Namely, the browncoat ship they hoped to catch smuggling or doing something else illegal. Tom didn't even look up as the captain stormed in. This was a normal occurrence, but every time something like this happened, Olsen lost some measure of respect in Tom's eyes. He rotated his water glass in his hands, focusing on the gently sloshing liquid inside as Amara resumed their conversation.

His eyes rose to meet hers as she finished speaking and he nodded in approval. "What have you found out? Anything tied to missing Alliance goods?" If the browncoats were any good at what they did, there would be nothing to tie them to something like missing Alliance goods so easily. But, he had to ask these questions. "And just where do you think they'll go..." He paused as Captain Oz Olsen sat down rather heavily right beside him. His forearm flexed as he held his glass tighter than he should have, and with effort he sent it gently down. He hated being interrupted in an important conversation; it was frustrating, because he wasn't sure if they should even continue speculating with Olsen right there. The captain had not said a word to either of them, so Tom cleared his throat and greeted him first, saying only his title as a respectful hello. "Captain." Simple and to the point. As usual.

[amara]

Amara was about prepared to respond to Thomas' queries when their corpulent captain heaved himself down at their table. She straightened, gave Tom a 'we'll discuss this later' look, and smiled across the table at Olsen. She didn't much respect the man, but he was still her superior. She wouldn't let that be known or obvious in any way. She would play her cards right.

"Greetings, Captain," she said, observing his plate with a curl threatening her top lip. How could any being eat so much food? There were so many starving families out there, and here Oz was, absolutely stuffing himself until he could not consume any more. Amara was not a fan of the Outer Rim, but it was times like these that made her feel really sorry for their welfare, knowing that the Alliance offered no help for them whatsoever. Another good reason to have quit assassinating them, or was it a bad one? At least she was putting them out of their misery.

"Having a nice lunch?"