Welcome to Gaia! ::

A large room shaped like a large rectangle with rounded corners. The floor is covered with rich red carpet with a curved bar that takes up the starboard side.

The walls look like they're made from real wood, of a lighter auburn shade, while the two doors are normal sliding portals of uncovered metal. There are also two heavy four footed rectangular tables the color of the bar.

The center floor is empty, though folding tables and chairs can be found in lockers along the sides.

Ral-Zarrek decided to stop by the recreational lounge, he had been living the life of a janitor for two days now. It was an honest day's work and a very low profile position, he had already noticed less attention simply by bringing a mop and bucket. It was hard to hide on a ship where every one was familiar with your powers, only people unfamiliar with his race or at a distance ha trouble noticing the difference in his shadow. He wasn't able to get close to anything of interest, but it was an amazing feat regardless. The large and ornate looking room was empty except for one female that appeared to be human, the wood and wide windows always helped him clear his head.

He began mopping the floor as he quietly observed her, she was playing on a pad of some sorts. He hadn't seen her before leading him to believe she was among the refuges they had picked up, probably harmless enough he thought curiously. Workin his way her direction he spoke softly hoping not to alarm her, "I don't think I've seen you around here before, did you just board recently?" It would confirm his suspicions and was always a fair conversation starter, if he was right about her origins then she was likely one of the most innocent people aboard. Something about the failed jump didn't sit right with him, he needed to find some people he could trust so that he could launch a proper investigation; he could be wrong but his job was to learn the truth either way.

For the briefest moment the thought of a practical joke crossed his mind as she asked what his name was, he could tell she was already nervous however and let the inkling go. Leaning against the mop like a typical old janitor he replied with the simple truth for once, "my name is Ral-Zarrek... Currently the only ferogan aboard the vessel." His suspicions about her had been correct, she was a refuge and there was no telling what she did or didn't know. He tried to imagine what the poor girl must be feeling, deciding to keep the mood light he added "how are you liking our ship?"

When she mentioned the stars he turned to admire them, "you'll be seeing more of them than you could have ever hoped soon enough." With a smile he turned to face her, "Ferogan are a race of shapeshifters that usually appear as large green humanoids." Knowing that a demonstration would be in order he slowly allowed himself to become an exact replica of the woman before him, he put on her cutest smile and gave a small bow. Then in her voice he continued the conversation, "I don't believe you told me your name."

Shifting again to one of his more common forms he smiled, "it's a pleasure to meet you Amarissa King!" It appeared that her off world knowledge was rather limited, he remembered what it had felt like to travel among the stars the first few times; true excitement. "It comes in very useful if your enemies don't know what they're looking for," pointing to his shadow on the floor it was significantly lighter than hers. "If your ever looking for me or are suspicious of someone be sure to check the shadow," there were a lot of things one should know if they wished to avoid death. Leaning against the mop again he added, "I know it can be rough... If you ever have any questions or concerns feel free to ask, if I can't fix it I probably know someone that can."

Ral-Zarrek nodded with a smile, "I know exactly how that can be, when I first came aboard I had almost no experience with humans that wasn't violent." He looked down for a moment as he remembered the horrors of a useless war, "your lucky you came when you did though, you just missed the war that created this beautiful alliance." It had taken too long in his opinion, they all had their own unique abilities and qualities to bring to the table. Looking up again he forced the smile to return, "what did you do for work on earth?" He wanted to stay on positive subjects, she needed to be reassured not worried further.

With another smile he took the seat, "Soldier is a noble profession for any race!" It appeared that they had more in common than he had thought, he wasn't sure what to expect from the refugees. Human warfare was still something he was getting used to, "did you have a specialty?" Even when her way of life had changed she was able to adapt to the situation an prove valuable. With qualities like that she was going to fit in well, not to mention her friendly demeanor.