Wardroom
Hoo, we're there already ?'
A deep, decidedly masculine voice drifted from the kitchen area as one of the doors leading to the kitchen area swung open. A large Nepleslian male stepped out into the dining area, pushing a cart covered with sliced vegetables and other food items. The male was very tall, forcing him to duck slightly as he entered the room. He was dressed in a brand new short sleeve working uniform with bright yellow patches of a cook. While the uniform was brand new, it seemed a tiny bit small for the male's large frame, stretching especially at the biceps where they had been rolled back a bit.
The cook bowed deeply, his long black hair, tied back by piece of cord, falling over his shoulder " Santo Hei Armundo Soichiro reporting as instructed, Ketsurui Taisa." he said. He turned to Takeyu and Ramiro , bowing " Mornin' Heisho." he said before finally turning to Takedo Junko " Mornin' Heisho ." he said before pushing his cart towards the Heibachi grill. Yamataian was clearly not his native language, his Nepleisian accent working its way into the words slightly. His face was unshaven, given him the semblance of a five a'clock shadow that, instead of giving him a unkempt appearance, added to his rugged charm.
" If ya'll permit me, I'd like ta prepare your mornin' repast on the open grill. I assumed my first appearance before the Taisa and such distinguished guest deserved a bit a' ceremony. " he said, switching on the grill and fan, filling the room with a low hum " I promise it won't take long. I'll never be accused've keepin' officers from their duties 'cause I was draggin' around ." he said.
He reached for a clear bottle and doused the grill, sending a cloud of steam into the vent " I understand the Taisa requested a vegetarian breakfast." he said, opening his shiny case and pulling out a duranium spatula and a beautiful Zesuainum chef's knife. " If you'll permit, I thought I might prepare something savory. Shouldn't take a minute." he said.
He dumped a bowl of rice onto the grill, his spatula and knife flashing as he stirred the precooked white rice across the grill. The quick,precise movements of his fingers reducing the utensils to nothing more then glimmering blurs. The cook set his his knife to the side, grabbing a squeeze bottle and spinning it on the back of his hands before squirting a measure into the rice itself, followed by a small squirt of oil, follwed by a sizeable block of tofu which was diced to small peices by a few rapid strokes of the chef. Salt, pepper and some finely chopped onions were added to the mix, which was stirred, and left to fry for a few minutes. After five minutes, the large cook turned, producing a plate for the Taisa, ladeling a measure of the rice onto it before holding it out to the Taisa " a modest offering for you, ma,am ?' he said, allowing her to take the plate if she desired.
He turned his attention to his higher ranking comrades " Sirs ? Ma,am ?' he asked, stirring the rice again to make sure that it did not overcook. The fragrant, yet simple dish had already added a hearty aroma to the wardroom. He glanced back to Ketsurui Taiso ever few moments, trying to gauge her expression.. this first taste may very well seal his fate on way or another.
