<strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table</strong><br/><br/>He looked up from his meal, from the dinner that he had attempted phase out of but not meaning to sound disrespectful he wiped his mouth after placing his fork on the side of the plate.<br/><strong>"Those boys have a lot of work in them, hell the quality of pilot the TEC is turning is down right abyssal, I was surprised they could manage their own damn zipper coming out of boot. The last four months I drilled some sense into them and they are showing some promise, their first combat will either make or break them as a new force to be reckoned with." </strong><br/>With the conversation shifting to lighter topics, he felt a sense of relief flow over from the tension he had felt earlier.