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Charotte stopped moving altogether as Tigre mentioned her father. For several moments she simply stood almost motionless, her hand gripping on a large knife tightly enough that the knuckles turned white. Her mind flashed back to the day of the final operation, the feelings of dread and fear, and of finding the destroyed mobile suits. As tears began to stream down Charlotte's face she struggled to hold herself together, not wanting to seem weak in front of her new companion.

A few moments more was all it took for Charlotte to compose herself and wipe away the tears. She went back to fixing the food, finishing up the dishes nearly all at the same time. Wordlessly the woman put a large chunk of meat, - pork fried to succulent perfection - a large pile of vegetables, - sliced zucchini and yellow squash with okra coated in corn meal and fried - noodles doused in cheese, rice mixed with diced carrots and bits of chicken, and a skillet-warmed sweet roll onto a plate that was set in front of Tigre. "Hope it's not worse than your usual, I haven't had much reason to cook up a decent meal like this lately," Charlotte spoke while taking a step back. Any hint of sadness or grief had seemed to almost magically wash away from her smiling face.

"Oh! There's one more thing I nearly forgot!" she continued while dashing over to the door that led to the halls of the ship. Cupping her hand around her mouth, Charlotte called out for the others, "Chow time, boys! Come get some while it's still warm!"

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As he was walking towards the kitchen area and mess hall, he'd hear the shout for dinner time. It wasn't that hard to hear, they were only a few seconds from getting to the area. Strolling into the mess hall area adjacent to the kitchen he'd say rather merrily.

"I do believe you called?" Caleb said as if he'd been magically summoned by the call seconds ago. He was a bit hungry himself, he hadn't eaten in several hours and the aroma of the food was just making him even hungrier. "That smells like quite the meal, what are we having?" Having not gotten a look in at the food yet, he wasn't quite that food at identifying food by smell. Taking off his mask he'd slide it into his bag, before taking off his gloves he was still wearing and throwing them into his pockets. From the smell of it, it looked like he'd actually be getting quite the meal for once. Normally when he cooked for himself it was mostly rather simple affairs, partly due to time, partly due to only cooking for one person, and partly due to the fact that while he was competent, he wasn't great. Walking over to a table in the mess hall, he'd go ahead and bring up one of the rather simple tasks ahead of them. "So, now that we're all together, and have some time to talk, there are a few things I'd like to cover tonight. First and foremost I'd like to have a group name, if we want a color, someone red would be nice, then we don't have to repaint the ship. Second, after dinner I'd like to go over our general plan of action for Mongolia. Third, I'd like to set up some watches during the night on the bridge, just to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary in the surrounding landscape, if we could arrange some times for that, it'd be great." They were all mostly serious matters. A name helped bring unity to the group, a plan would keep them alive, and watches would help give more warning against any ambushes on the way.
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Tigreon Cervelg[ MS-06S Zaku II ]
" Rule 1 : Once the pin is pulled, fuse is lit, or timer is set, Mr. Boom is no longer your friend. "

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Landship en route to Mongolia
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O. O. C. : N/A
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Caleb was quite surprised by the large amount of food as well as the variety of the cooking that was presented before him. Normally when he cooked for himself it was at max three different things that went together, this was far above and beyond that. Starting to eat a little bit while the others talked he'd be suitably impressed with the cooking. It was quite delicious.

"Compliments to the Chef by the way, dinner is exquisite." Caleb said before getting back on topic. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer fourth watch, I've got a bit of work still to do tonight while we're moving so I'd prefer the longer uninterrupted chance at sleep. While we're on the topic of that work however, is everyone fine with me installing some communication encryption software onto their mobile suits so we can coordinate without being overheard?" Taking a few more bites of food, it was delicious and tempting after all, chewing, swallowing, and then continuing onto some of the topics that were still being talked about. "I'd have preferred something, I don't know, a bit more majestic? Crimson Bunnies sounds just a little... unusual if you get my drift. I suppose that's not a bad thing though, if you all want that as a name, I'll be fine with it. As for the ship's name, originally it was called the Davidson, but I'm not a big fan of the name and wouldn't mind changing it." He'd go back to eating, thinking about the new name. Crimson Bunnies... Well, it could have been worse. They could have been something like the Fluffy Destroyers or Pink Pandas. Then again, Fluffy Destroyers was pretty funny. At least they weren't the Pink Pandas.

Thinking back to the plan he had in mind. It'd work great with four people, but that was assuming that the Federation was tied up with fighting other vultures and people all wanting to get the salvage for themselves. If there wasn't a large brawl, he'd have to go for Plan B, and Plan B required either more people for a good chance at success, or they'd all have to rely upon skirmishing and ship bombardment from range. At least they had the comm relays he'd put together a couple days ago to maintain contact with the ship once Minovsky Particles started going everywhere drastically shortening the range of wireless communication. If there wasn't some heavy engagement, they might have to find some other vultures with similar goals to team up with, the problem was not knowing too many other vultures, and definitely not knowing if they'd try to stab them in the back once it was over. He'd have to think through it a bit more.
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Tigreon Cervelg[ MS-06S Zaku II ]
" Rule 1 : Once the pin is pulled, fuse is lit, or timer is set, Mr. Boom is no longer your friend. "

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Landship en route to Mongolia
Thoughts: " ... "
O. O. C. : N/A
B. G. M. : N/A
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A bit preoccupied with his thoughts, Caleb would pay only little actual attention to the discussion about the ship name while eating some more of the delicious food. It seemed they wanted to continue the bunny theme to other things like his ship.

"Warren is okay, but would better fit somewhere else. Although that'd probably be better as The Rabbit Hole due to what it is." He was responding mostly out of reflex, his mind still focused elsewhere. The plan, he had a plan. It was a good one too. The problem was that nothing ever went according to plan. That's why you needed to make sure you covered some broad contingencies. "Why not the Leporidae? You know, basic biological family that contains all the Rabbits? Sounds better than the Lagomorpha Order anyways." Biology, man how he never thought he'd ever use that stuff back when he'd studied it. Having a pretty good memory though he managed to remember details like the familiar classification for rabbits, among other things. "Are any of you good with explosives? Identifying the best place to place them, basic handling, creation of various types of explosives, making thermite as well?" It might be just a slightly off question since they were talking about naming the ship and eating dinner, but he himself was really only able to handle them, an actual demolition expert would make things a little bit easier on the ground. "While I'm asking that, how about any particular specialties you all might have?" Better now than never to learn what people were good at.
[[Bit of a short post, but other things seemed to have sucked my writing juices recently]]
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