IC: Winterkill Republic of Watava, Military Base, Mess Hall Even from where he was gathering the various trays of morning slop and placing them on the repulsor tray-carrier he'd taken, Winterkill could clearly hear the conversation from the loudest table in the mess hall. That would be the one where Captain Taller and a few crew members of the Mercs were sitting at. The latest to join the small gathering was Dernan Vask, a corellian. Winterkill recognized his voice even before he'd looked over his shoulder to confirm his identity. "I can move just as silently carrying a bandolier full of grenades with loose bouncing pins. I doubt bells would make a difference sir." Havah Jeth said in response to Captain Taller's quip. Winterkill smiled to himself then, as he silently agreed with Jeth. The arkanian was positively noiseless. ?I dunno Jeth,? came Dernan's imput as he slid into a spare seat, ?a bunch o? bells might make you prettier to the women folk around here. But then, we?d need a lot o? bells for that wouldn?t we?? Winterkill had to chuckle at that and he knew the others were laughing out loud. This was a sign that the Mercs were mentally getting ready for a mission, because whether intentionally or not, they all seemed to get 'punchy' right before a mission. The comedy among them really got inspired at these times. However, once mission time began, it was all serious business and all joking was set aside. The nagai gathered the required amount of soft drinks and silently returned to the table, then immediately began to distribute trays. He spared a glance to Havah Jeth and couldn't think of anything witty to add to Dernan's comment. He simply wasn't 'funny' in any sort of way. He was a killer and a survivor. A morbid joke may escape his lips now and again, but those were situational. Now was not such a time. "Dernan..." Winterkill said in a low voice, giving the man a nod in greeting and handing him his tray of steaming morning slop. Truth be told, Winterkill fully anticipated a slew of commentary regarding their nutritional, yet unpalatable morning slop, which he began to consume almost absently. His dark eyes flickered back to the news-feed as he divided his attention between the front door, his comrades and the news updates pouring through the news-feed. Things weren't looking so good for Watava and Lim, and that premonitory feeling was slowly creeping over him once again. Tag:Mitth, Fanfic, Leigh, ( all in mes hall ), BRAVO, anyone else. OOC: Yes! Bravo's back. He'll probably have an update here soon. Woot!