Ch'Morgh grumbled, chewing on the last remnants of the gagh in his mouth and reaching out for another handful. It had been his staple diet for three weeks now, since Kreg's Age of Ascension celebrations when most of the foodstock had been swiped. Apart from the gagh, there was gladst, and that didn't look particularly appetising either. Thankfully there was still an ample supply of bloodwine to wash it all down with, bringing a smirk to Ch'Morgh's face, making him bear his half-sharpened teeth to the dim lighting in the officer's mess. "On my way, Kreg." "Glory to the Empire!"