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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1540181 times)

Huits have to get their protein from somewhere, and their land isn't really conducive to the wide open farms full of walking meatsack cattle that are common in NAUC, Mercana, and elsewhere. Not to say that beef doesn't exist in the Delta, it's just less viable than farming the non-poisonous gribblies that are all over the damn place.

I missed the bugs part

Man I was just thinking a couple sausages potatoes and peas

"At least I was able to bluff myself into thinking I was eating normal food before." Gus picks a cricket leg out of his teeth, eyeing it disgustedly. "This is even worse."

Faw strides over to the rest of his squad, contentedly smacking his lips as he sets down a tray full of food on the plastic tabletop before easing down into the table, left leg first, then right leg last. On the aluminum trenches lies a bed of assorted corn, rice, and peppers, topped off with a hearty bit of chunky tomato salsa and a big red beetle, large enough to fit in your hand. He rips open the fork’s plastic wrapping and prepares to dig in.
« Last Edit: October 16, 2015, 08:15:11 PM by ZombiLoin »

Ralph stares at the food. He comes to the conclusion that he is unable to eat.

Ralph asks one of the Kintharians on here if there's a bar.

Gus raises an eyebrow at the famously Huit squadmember being unable to eat Huit cuisine.


Faw's mouth curls up into a smile as he sees Ralph fidgeting at the food. The fork still in his hand, he prepares to crack open the big red beetle.

"I thought you were born in Huit-land. I’m guessing the food made you leave?”

Nimbly, he flips the fork to point it downward and points it towards the cleft in the middle of the beetle’s shell, aiming to pierce the chitinous armor in one swift strike.

“I wouldn’t know why you would, though. Huit cuisine is delicious.”

The muscles in his arm contract as the neurons fire, swinging his forearm at the shell with what seems like the speed of a bullet. The metal prongs of the fork penetrate the shell of the beetle straight on in the middle of it, cracking the entire sphere of chitin lengthwise alongside the cleft, with a sound not unlike a crab’s shell cracking bursting from the bug. Steam shoots out for a moment, before Faw levers the fork like a crowbar to break open the two parts of the shell. Inside is a off-white meat, looking similar to crab of lobster in texture or consistency, but possessing a tint of creamy brown. Faw jabs his fork into the mass of meat and tears off a hearty chunk of it, looks at it, savoring the gracefulness of the meat with his eyes, before dipping it down in the salsa, painting it red, and putting it in his mouth. He chews slowly, savoring the first real meal he’s had in a month. As he’s chewing he looks over at Gus.

Faw’s face seemed to morph into one of contentment and satisfaction before he turned to Gus. “Want a bite?” Faw asked. “Don’t worry, there’s more where this came from. No worries about wasting it, so have all you want!"

Ralph stays quiet. He awaits the Kintharian's response.

He rips open the fork’s plastic wrapping and prepares to dig in.
The metal prongs of the fork penetrate the shell of the beetle straight on in the middle of it

sorry to be nit picky but why would any mess hall take the time to plastic wrap metal cutlery



« Last Edit: October 16, 2015, 11:24:22 PM by Badger »

sorry to be nit picky but why would any mess hall take the time to plastic wrap metal cutlery
for the express purpose of cracking the shells of tasty insects and shellfish

also to ensure that they're sterile

actually i don't know the fork could be new or something

I do not respond as I am not in the mess hall and am still finding my way around the base. I do find the mess hall and head in, then get myself some food, sitting by Ralph.

"No," Gus says as he regards his squadmate devouring what appears to be a beetle. He shudders slightly. "No... no thanks." He stands up and empties what's left of his tray into the garbage, setting the aluminium disk onto a stack of dirties, proceeding to grab a coffee to wash down the taste of fried creepy crawlers. Momentarily, he considers going bottoms up and searing his taste buds off to purge his mouth of the foul memory.

"I hear they squeeze some betel juice into the coffeepot to give it some extra kick Gustav."

Walter gives a big smile ear to ear then scoops up some more food in his mouth, not enjoying the texture but the taste isn't too bad

Gus shoots Walt a sour look and throws a sugar packet at him as he walks back, hitting him squarely in the forehead.