<strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner<br/></strong><br/>Ansem's flirtatious grins and peeks at his superior officer vanished the moment the air locked doors opened and they walked side by side towards dinner. Any soldiers passing by quickly stepped aside and saluted, by then his uniform was fully buttoned up and his facade as Air-command perfect. Hopefully no one would have noticed the partial and awkward steps he took, his own discipline failing the urges in his body but soon everything was back to "normal." The conversation shifted to near silence, pulling the seat for her before he sat down himself.<br/><br/>As the party for the evening filled out, he rested his cap on his knee and enjoyed the non-canned/preserved foods, something as simple as a salad reminded him again just how different life aboard a ship truly was. He had nothing to say on the engineer slip up, it was not his duty to supervise and monitor those men besides the ones that worked on the maintenance of his ships.<br/><strong>"Not as long as you go looking for it Doc."</strong><br/>Shooting her a smile, he held up a glass as they toasted before letting his glance rollrd over towards Kris before him. Ansem was capable of switching his conduct within the blink of an eye, now he was following the admirals request to enjoy the evening among the most important members of the ship.<br/><br/><strong>"Enough of this state of the art slab of metal and the battle ahead, I have a feeling once we enter battle stations this is the last time we will have to enjoy a good meal in a long time." </strong><br/>His hand trembled but from excitement of the conflict to come, he would kill to be down with his crew now, ready and eager to lead them into their first battle.<br/><br/>