[color=007236][h1]Hunter Monroe[/h1][/color]

I guess I got the feeling, never thought about it like a clone of me taking my life. Though, my life right now consisted of limping on a solid piece of metal. A chance at a new start without that would be great. Then the announcement came on for dinner. "[color=007236]Hell yes, time to get some food mate.[/color]" I Set the last of my bags onto my bed and started out, I could spend another ten minutes putting my clothes into some drawers, or I could go have what ever is cooking for dinner. Dinner sounded a bit more important at the moment.

I entered the mess hall, first thing I notice is the smell, what ever is cooking smells much better then anything ever cooked at home. Hmm, Mom would be pissed if she ever heard me say something like that. Up side to going to war then! 

Soon I noticed Commander Monroe talking to the cooking staff, I think it's funny as hell, I'm a decent rank, and our boss has the same last name. Sooner or later people may accuse me of getting promoted through corrupted means. Then I could always prove my point by kicking some ass. Then I looked at my leg again, so fighting wasn't an option. Though if it comes to it before Rebirth, I could break a foot or two.

I walked up to the commander. "[color=007236]What's cooking sir? Smells good as hell so I hope it's as good as it smells.[/color]" I knew I wasn't supposed to be too casual with my commanding officer, though it's meal time? How bad could it be?