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He stares at the mechanical man and then lets out a loud snort at Bix's comment. His own lips quirk in a smile before it falls slightly at the mechanized man's comment. "What exactly will you be taking my measurements for, if you don't mind me asking? "

His blue yes glance at the white feathered serpent and he stares more critically. His race is familiar, in fact almost similar to his own. " You are not from Coatl are you?" He was almost certain Bix wasn't, but it was still fair to ask before assuming things. It will be nice to have someone else to relate to on this ship, however.

Bix, in answer to Zephy's question, let out a series of sounds and hisses that seemingly represented the name of his planet. "It's not far from Coatl.. but not the same." He offer his hand. "I'm Bix. In case you didn't catch it." Thankfully handshakes were a universal symbol in these times of species mixing.

The ornery mechanic had paused to give them his opinion but Bix looked nonplussed. "It's not very helpful for us to have people walking around expressing our impending doom." His eyes cast to Wilson. "He is our leader. Our King. All we have is each other. Just because they got some baublesss and titles doesn't mean they are dictating our fates. We all have a hand in this.. and hearing naysaying from tech ssssupport is hardly encouraging." His words had started a bit preachy but apparently the comment about 'Mr. Intelligence' had struck the serpent the wrong way as his red eyes narrowed and thin lips turned into a judgemental frown.

The judgement seemed to rebound almost instantly, good with the bad. "You fill a fundamental role here. Would you really want to be distracted with other responsibilty on top of those you already have?"

His interest is peaked, being able to understand several of these hisses. he lets out a few of his own in turn. " I have heard of that planet, in fact I have visited a few times. They way your race travels is interesting.. one I couldn't manage if I tried." His tanned hand reaches of to shake Bix's own pale one. His blue feathers ruffle from the action, and he smiles widely. "And I am Zephyros, I hope we can aide each other in this fight for our king. "

But once the mechanic begins speaking once more, his face falls into a frown. "I don't think it would be wise to tear down the ships walls just to create coffins for fighters. If anything cremation is a more useful action." With a small cough, he clears his throat and glances back over at the newly knighted group."They are not all incompetent.. and they have their purpose. As do we." His head nods at Bix's comment. "We will be the support, and remember.. there are more in our group than there is of them. We have more power to help out the ship. There is no need to be angry, we will fight."

The little animals question actually made Bix laugh. How could you say no to that face? He better make her a pretty coffin.

"You're not very encouraging." Bix eyed Roch again. "All this talk about you and your goals.. They don't seem to include us all as a whole except perhaps to man this craft and get you] where your going." Is that all he cared about? Getting back up into space for some selfish personal need.

"This is about all of us. We're grounded. Battle is coming now. Home planets and loved ones are nothing but dreams in this reality." It was a grim outlook but it didn't make it any less true.

His little feathered ears twitch as he looks between the three of them. The little fuzzy thing crawling all over Roch's wall make Zephyros' brows raise. Especially when she asks for a pretty coffin.. As if she didn't care if she died. If only he was that brave, he would feel the same way.

But he does look back between Roch and Bix. "...I would fight for the greater good.. " His voice mumbles quietly, but he shakes his head and stares more. "I still think cremation would be a cheaper cause. " This time his voice is a little louder and he has a weak smile on his face.

[Entering: Sinclair]

Cold metal surged before his eyes, careening closer, too close -- Sinclair's world spun a second time as he lurched forward and crashed.

It was a harsher landing than he expected, but he had never leaped through the portal before. Groaning, Sinclair rolled onto his back. Spidery cracks spread across his vision, obstructing the view of indeterminable metallic structures and tossing the lights into strange, fragmented slivers.

So this was the White Kingdom. For as little as he knew of this place, at least he was certain of one thing -- someone here would be able to fix his glasses.

Something wet slid next to his ear. Sinclair reached up, touching sticky, wet warmth, and he cringed when he pulled his fingers back to find blood. Another injury from the fall? He must look like a mess. His right sleeve was torn where the debris had hit him, red deeply staining the cloth and sable skin; his glasses were cracked, and the cut at the side of his head twinged angrily. He couldn't stay here.

Slowly, Sinclair staggered to his feet. With every step he took, he forced his back to be a little straighter. The Silver Kingdom had fallen, but he was still an ambassador. He had to maintain some decorum. Perhaps some of his fellows had escaped here, as well... maybe even that boy he had spoken to before everything fell into disaster.

He hadn't managed to tell him his name. He would rectify that. Eventually.

Straining his ears, Sinclair listened for voices. He managed to catch snatches of conversation, a group of people, he hoped, and hurried towards it...

Bix nodded as Sharra approached and offered him his hand with a quiet, "Bix," in introduction. He cast his eyes back to Roch, "Your reasons are your own but yes, I would fight for the whole and perhaps less moping about being chosen would be prudent considering that every word you use in dispute just cements that your goals are your own."

Once more his eyes drifted to Wilson. "Regardless of who they are sleeping with or rubbing on, perhaps he believes in their loyalty more than yours." Continuing to flaunt piracy wasn't exactly reassuring. Bix spoke it all with a calm even tone, even amusement hinted in. Every word spouted by the cyborg put him closer to dislike for the serpentine man.

At least everyone else seemed favorable, for the most part.

Dakota relaxed as Poke came over and held his hand out to her, bring the back of it to his lips. "You as well Lieutenant Poke, I look forward to our support of each other." The Livius eyes flickered, "Perhaps we could go over some of the defensive techniques of our kind together...maybe a dinner in the Twilight suite?" He grinned, dates to talk of defenses would be nice...especially with a pretty little Drogaim.

Of course, that left the surgeon who held all of his passion and love. If he was to be honest, The Livius was merely subsituting for what he couldn't hold on to. His eyes flickered over to Madeline and he watched her as she calmed herself. The urge to calm her was surprising in his own right.

Did he go over to her, tell her everything would be alright. That he would defend the kingdom and herself with everything he had? It seemed almost selfish and his Livius kind would laugh at him, think him weak for feeling something for a single woman.

Instead he was inviting another one to a date to 'discuss' defense.

"Anytime for you Poke?"

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