<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'chak Chrasha<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Hawk 04<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 12, 2032 - 0930 - 1155hrs<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Fighter Training Room II ----------> Mess hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cmd Nomura, Open.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pilot EVA suit.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak handed the helmet back to the commander as the man praised T'chak for his efforts. "Thank you commander." T'chak replied simply as he waited for the next set of instructions. When Nomura suggested breaking for lunch, and check to see how much his paperwork built up, T'chak would agree. "Yes, I'm quite hungry." he would admit. When Nomura stated to meet in Main Hanger Section five to look over Ready 15 Aircraft and talk about pre-flight procedures. "Understood Commander." T'chak relied before he was formally dismissed.<br/><br/>T'chak began to unbuckle himself from the restraints in the faux cockpit and hoist himself up. Swinging his leg out, and over the boarding ladder, T'chak was about to simply climb down, but the light metallic clink of the pins in his chest pocket stopped him, and reminded him to "Safe" the ejection seat. Pulling out the pins from his pocket, he slipped each one into the respective holes in the ejection seat before fully disembarking from the cockpit trainer.<br/><br/>Once he was finished, T'chak gathered up his helmet and proceeded to make his way towards the exit. However before he left he turned and Saluted Nomura to complete the formal dismissing. With that, T'chak stepped out of the Training room to make his way down to the mess hall.<br/><br/><div align="center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/>(Mess Hall)<br/><br/>The Base's mess hall was crowded as expected for this time of day. Soldiers, Technicians, Civilian contractors, and various other professions were crammed into this large room, shuffling along to be fed. T'chak stuck his helmet back in his locker, and proceeded to the Mess hall. Since he wouldn't have too much time before he was expected back in the Hanger, he kept his flight suit on. garnering him some stares, and snickering from the more seasoned personnel present. T'chak slipped to the back of the line towering over many if not most of the others in line ahead of him, and gathering behind him.<br/><br/>As he slowly shuffled along to wait his turn to gather his tray, and lunch, T'chak took in the rest of the mess hall. Though his eyes would quickly find the Full Size Zentraedi contingent, and grimaced as he had to be endure being micronized.<br/><br/>The line moved smoothly as he grabbed his tray and picked a simple baked potato with brocoli, cheese and Bacon bits. A drink of mixed fruit juice would be selected to drink before he picked up his tray and began to move to a table to begin to eat.