<div style="text-align: right;">http://www.myfconline.com/character_avatars/251178_163083.jpg</div><br/>Nick "Skids" Walden<br/><br/>Walden didn't need to be told twice, fastening the flightsuit that was already on him, with one hand, as he shoves another few mouthfuls of food into his mouth until both cheeks were puffed out, Skids takes off at an orderly pace down the passageways with the rest of his team. The pre-combat chatter goes on around him, and he continues to attack the food he has packed away. Some mumbling that sounds like pleasure, either at the food or the oncoming fight as he races up into the cockpit of his fighter, strapping his helmet on.