<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'chak Chrasha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=260006.msg12844510#msg12844510)<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Hawk 04<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 12, 2032 - 2015hr.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Fighter Mess Hall.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open to interaction.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Duty Uniform.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak had take residence at one of the tables in the Mess Hall close to the balcony overlooking the Full Size Zentraedi Contingent of the base. The Veteran being more comfortable around people like him rather than the humans that were far more social with each other. On the deserted table with him was the manuals he was suppose to memorize in order to transition from the Glaug he had piloted before to the VF-1 Recon plane he was expected to fly now. Beside him a cup of coffee sat patiently, steam slowly rising up from the mug. beside it, a half eaten sandwich, and an apple sat on a tray. Above, the skylight was showing a star filled "night" sky. The Earth shining brilliantly in the distance along with the sight of the Factory Satellite, Little Luna, making its way across the sky.<br/><br/>T'chak had just been released from training from Commander Nomura about an hour ago. After grabbing a shower, and stowing his gear. T'chak decided to spend the remaining hours before retiring to his bed for his rest cycle studying the manuals he had been given the previous day. At the moment one of the manuals lay open as his sharp eyes scanned across the lines. Reading the information and logging away the pertinent information. Occasionally taking a break to sip his coffee, or take a bite from his dinner. While he did not focus on the activity around him, the consummate soldier he was, he was aware of the activity going on around him at all times. The three techs in the corner complaining about how poorly pilots treat the planes they had to fix. Their was a gaggle of female CIC techs gossiping about some latest transfer, and how "Dreamy" His posterior was. Two of the Marine Security forces were having an Arm wrestling competition near the drink machine.<br/><br/>Down below in the Zentraedi section of the Mess hall, it was almost completely opposite. The Zentran, and Meltran mostly ate their meals in silence. No sooner than they finished then they stood up to either return to duty, or do some self training. Though many of hte younger Zentran, and Meltran that weren't as set into the Zentraedi way were more relaxed, and vocal as T'Chak picked up their conversations too. Yet it was all background noise as he focused on his own task at hand.