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"You Powers and your weird...powers," Angela teased slightly. "Though it's pretty pathetic that you get a headache trying to explain your own abilities. That's why I like being a half breed. Everything is nice and simple."

"Well, except the part about having two fathers. That tends to throw people a bit."

"I have no idea," Angela said. "It wouldn't surprise me, really. My father does all sorts of weird things that he doesn't tell me about. I just try not to think about it so I can pretend I'm normal."

"You know, when I'm not waking up on the ceiling and other odd things like that.

"You are probably the only man I know that thinks accidentally sleeping on the ceiling is normal," Angela said, rolling onto her stomach and looking down at him. "And sure you can. How exactly do you expect me to explain you to my crew mates? I dont' think they're going to believe you're an emperor and most of the celestials and such that we've met have been jerks so telling them that isn't going to get a good reception either."

She gave him a slightly teasing smile. "Perhaps I should just imply you're my boyfriend. That should confuse them enough to shut them up.

Angela sighed and sat up, carefully getting herself down from the roof. "It's just a ship," she said. "It's not that much fun. And no you can't." She grinned slightly. "Stowaways are usually forced to swab the deck I hope you realize."

Angela laughed. "Aww...don't worry. I'll protect you from the evil crew, who most definitely will want to put you to work." She rolled her eyes. "Zen, I may have never explained this to you before but...I'm actually something of...a pirate."

"We're smuggling contraband."

"There...seems to be a lot about myself I've forgotten to tell you," Angela said, laughing. "Um...first of all, my mother was a pirate. Secondly, our government is run by a load of tyrants who regulate everything to the detriment of the people."

"We mostly transport equipment that the people need but that is supposed to be regulated by government sponsored trade. They keep tight reigns on everything in order to control people and to fill heir own pockets." She shrugged and leaned against the rail "People suffer because of it so a rather large black market. It's not as if we're transporting things that hurt people."

"I suppose it's our way of rebelling..." She frowned and stared out. "Zen...is that a ship out there?"

Angela gave Zen a strange look. "If....a UFO is an Unidentified Flying Object. Then...if you know know it's a ship, it can't be a UFO. Because it's not unidentified anymore, right?"

She was looking up at him, puzzling over his logic when somewhere in the back of her mind, it registered that she'd heard cannon fire. "Ah...Zen...Move."

She shoved him away from the spot where they were standing, just as a cannon ball burst through the railing, sending splintered wood showering down.