Home Cooked? (Open)

[Samuel Lion]

Samuel was sitting there peaceable when the major came up and talked to the other two. Then he introduced himself to samuel. As was protocal in the military when his squad leader stood to salute the major Samuel to stood at attention and saluted as well. Before he was able to introduce himself Chris spoke up.

Wilson directed Samuel to stand and give a proper welcome to a superior officer. Samuel may have been the rook but this wasn't his first rodeo. Samuel remembered on the Hephaestus snapping to attention and introducing. OFFICER ON DECK! the first time his CAG walked in because his wing's lead told him to. Even at the time Samuel knew that he didn't need to but he was still green around the ears and a superior told him to do something. This case was a little different. Samuel may not be a shadowhawk yet but he proved himself worth of the title just the night before.

As for Chris' request Samuel got to his feet and extended his arm.
"Lt Jg Samuel Lion, Its a pleasure to meet you sir." He said to them he had just started to sit down before Wilson decided to make up a little lie about Samuel's view of the Major's marines. Samuel just shook his head and looked at major Davis and said. " Ya Chris couldn't believe that i said i was sure your men where respectful professionals. All he could say is na there Jar heads."
Samuel dead panned. If the Major and striker weren't friends Samuel would surely get hell for his comment but if they where it would be OK.

Shortly after Samuel's quip about Wilson it became very very clear that they where friendly. Striker started to ask Davis about his home life and his family. Marines and pilots didn't traditionally get along. Samuel could careless either way but it made for some fun nights to just play into the stereotype.

[Roger Davis]

Roger's arrival was greeted by the trio standing to attention and firing off salutes. It wasn't necessary in this setting but Roger was never the type to shy from protocol and formality... even if he was fairly certain Chris had instigated it and was less than genuine. "You could have lost more." Roger replied to Chris after he'd returned the salutes of all three pilots. "Be fortunate that some of us were more focused on the well being of the fighters than the rank difference between some of the gamblers." Of course it was against military code for officers to gamble with enlisted and NCOs.

The previous inference about the salutes was further reinforced as Chris prodded his new pilot and placed him squarely at the forefront of the conversation, a conversation that to an uninformed observer involved the Marine CO confronting a handful of pilots about their remarks regarding his men. The new pilot, Lion, was quick to reply with a compliment to the marine detachment and a dig back at his squadron leader. It was all a load of shit of course, but he was quick and apparently unafraid of what either the unknown major or the acquaintance of a captain might do in response. "You'll fit in well with the Shadowhawks, Lion" Roger said as he shook Sam's hand. "They all tend to play fast and loose with the truth." He looked to Chris, "Honest when it counts though."

Roger next shook the hand of his good friend and went on to answer his question about leave. "You should come see it some time." he replied. "I don't think you've been there and seen my folks since '95. It's always an open invitation." As he spoke the thought crossed his mind that this might be a conversation better had in private rather than in front of these two Sams. In the end he decided 'frak it' and kept going. If nothing else it would achieve the joint goals for Chris of slightly torturing the new pilot with having to listen to this and also to build Chris up with his connection to the major. "The boys have been asking for you." he continued. "Horatio especially. They've all grown quite a bit since last you've seen 'em." Chris had his reasons for avoiding Aerilon, not that Roger entirely knew exactly what they were. He probably could have found out easy enough if he'd truly investigated but he'd never done so. Chris would tell him if he wanted to and if not it wasn't Roger's place to dig.

From Aerilon and family the conversation came full circle back to the fight. "Have you considered that Lieutenant Tremaine might have lost because Engstrom has nine inches and seventy pounds on him?" he asked of Chris. That was fighting out of your weight class if Roger had ever seen it. "And I don't think the Master-at-Arms investigates impromptu boxing matches and the shady wagers that accompany them, sorry."

[Chris Wilson]

Chris' focus turned purely to Roger as he spoke of Aerilon. There was part of him, a large part, that wanted to go back. It wasn't like anyone back home would ever know but the thought alone hurt him. There was so much emotion tied to that planet for him. The planet itself haunted him for what had happened. "Next time we are back this way I'll have to join."[/color] He told Roger, he was going to commit himself to it even if he wasn't sure he could do it. Maybe it would help him make the trip down there.

"How are the boys doing by the way."[/color] Roger's kids were one of his biggest positive ties to the planet. Chris looked at them as his own family. It was the only family Chris really had. He hadn't spoken to his own family in so long he wasn't sure if he ever would be able to again even if he wanted to. All this time he had carried around a letter he had written to his sister explaining why he had left, but he had never been able to send it off to her. Even to this day he carried it with him waiting fro himself to have the courage to send it to her.

"Hopefully they are all doing well. I guess I will have to get them some sort of gift if I am going to go back down there with you next time."[/color] Chris had made it a habit to get the boys a gift ever time he saw them, along with send them something ever so often.