Imagine, you're born into a race of condescending space aliens. Shipped from home in your 20's and forced to subdjugate and terrorize the colonies. Until one day, you decide to quit. And also uh you're a lizard
Okay, so. Where were we? Right. The announcement drilll ended and all the soldiers on the pier returned back to the Atrium.. There's a commotion, mostly troops complaining about the mandatory assignment dispatched earlier. They all were marching in an organised fasion to their respective stations; Training, Weapons, Defense, etc..
Our sleepy soldier, however; had other plans... Walking against the flowing hordes of soldiers in these crowded chambers, Zkri managed to find and cling onto a bar as more and more troops rushed to their assignment. Nope, he wasn't going anywhere without anything in his stomach. To the Cafeteria! .... The people haven't cleared up yet.. *sigh* this may take a while.
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He decides just to fight the current of the crowd. It is not working.
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After that struggle and trudging through the sea of people, Z'kri made it to the densely air-conditioned Cafeteria. The room is air-sealed due to moist salty ocean air causing food to spoil faster. On some days when the ac is broken, it acts more like a swamp. But they're sorta reptiles? So I guess they don't mind.. the Cafeteria is a wide hexagonal room with many tables and chairs. Metal pipes and tubes and vents line the walls of the chamber, transporting steam and coolant. The lights were shades from the ceiling and were covered in a slight amount of oil due to the constant frying.
Z'kri's boots made slight squeaking noises as he walked towards the service area at the back of the room, he was already salivating at the thought of a nice Sea-chipper egg omelet, fried rehydrated grains, and crispy meat strips. (essentially just an american breakfast).
Okay.. so he gets his breakfast from the slightly gloomy lunchlady, got a cold drink from a coldbox near the stall and walks over to the nearest greasy, gum plastered table and starts eating. The light and fluffy buttery scrambled eggs with the cascading flavours of sweetened (essentially bacon) with light notes of stir-fried garlic and vegetables hits him all once and revives his will to live. Tears nearly spring forth from his eyes in pure joy and reevaluation of his self-worth.... The grease (and tears) roll down his face as he's in the middle of breakfast when suddenly, an announcement rings throughout the facility.
