<strong>Ansem Hyral : Officers mass, Captains table</strong><br/><br/>The crevice between Ansem's eyebrows would alert anyone that he did not want to be around the dinner anymore, the conversation had gone sour for him as they spoke about pirates. Not all were as bad as the propaganda and scare tactics the TEC campaigns had made them out to be, even during the pirate campaigns he and his normally zealous squad took a stance of pacifism. He did not condone the actions of the few that were ravenous marauders that had killed the parents of people like Admiral Kol. But many of the people slaughtered during that time, the medals that some proudly wore, infuriated him to the point he would never wear a mission ribbon on his uniform. He ate his steak in silence, his eyes no longer looking up past the glass of red wine before him. Perhaps it was not his place to be among the brass, he would have settled for a half frozen sludge wrap if it meant he would be within good company.