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Yotruyan stopped working for a moment, putting his tools down. He heard the echo's of a word. 'Admiral' was it? Next, a female spoke to him through the door. Most interesting. Was she resonating the door? Or perhaps...nevermind. The air was exceedingly thin by now, and he barely heard it. Still, the helmet made up for it. His clawed hand turned up the receiving volume on the stolen PDA before replying, equally gently, "For us, boredom and loneliness both are exceedingly bothersome. Have you ever been bored? Or lonely? I'm sure you have. How could a person not?" Over the video feed, the Terrans would notice he pulled over an oxygen tank, and then a gas fuel one as well. Surprisingly, he did not supplement his own supply with the oxygen tank, but instead used it to ignite a blowtorch. He continued working on the hidden thing. "As nice as learning your language was, It could not go on forever. I mostly finished. And listening to Bach or Mozart all the time, sitting in one place wore on me as well. And then...talking was always hard. Ears of stone in many cases, I swear. I'm guessing even without my helmet, I would look unpleasant to you, correct?" The black skeleton's feathers ruffled a little, before he got up to go to the replicator again. He quickly returned, this time, with several sheets of gold. The 'tink-tink-tink' of a small hammer could be heard over the audio feed, as well as the flames of the torch. "It is safe to assume you are of a higher rank? If you were, I would remove my helmet and begin the protocol, but, seeing as there is little atmosphere...it is self explanatory." The small tools finally stopped, and the torch went out. Whatever he was working on went into a liquid vat again to be electroplated once more, this time, with a different material. The black figure started to leaf through a booklet containing all the current munitions used by the Terran Republic. Judging by the set of his shoulders, tail and feathers, he was disappointed. "Nothing like it here..."

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Both Cibo and Marcus gave a quick look over at who was walking towards them, while Marcus of course, looked even more closely without giving away his actions. Both gave a crisp salute in unison, sounding off as one voice with the others as well, "Attention! Admiral on Deck!". Next, after Evelyn took control, they responded once more, albeit more quietly. "Yes ma'am." However, as soon as the Admiral was distracted by the doorway, Cibo leaned forward, as she was taller than Marcus, and whispered in his ear. She spoke so quietly that he had to strain to hear her, "If I find out you made a move on her, I'll finish the job." He merely mouthed back at her, making sure no one else saw,
"Bite me." Apparently, Cibo found this rather funny, gave out a light, childlike giggle. She whispered back,
"I already did, remember?" At that, Marcus Wightman's jaw dropped in disbelief. He couldn't remember half of what she did to him. Apparently, she remembered all of it. Her finger traced his neck. He reached up and felt it...the small, barely visible scar hidden by his collar. Just like she said, she did. And he didn't remember all the things she did either...Goddamn Witch

Steven looked around when he heard the request. "Certainly. I am just getting some coffee, but hey, the more the merrier." he said with a slight smile as he saw the two women approaching. "Unless of course you have an objection Fred?"
"Ha. I am not gonna object," Green Two replied.
"Well, there ya go. Now let's go get some coffee. Emma, you can try some tea." Steven said before starting to walk towards the mess again.

Jesus you wouldn't think it be so hard to find your CO...

A young private by the name of Scy enter the cafe. The young man was looking for his CO after being recently assign to his very first duty. The boy's heart couldn't stop beating at the thought of finally doing something useful in this depress world. Helping Terrans, fighting aliens and most of all avenging his sister was truly his desires when he join the military. Exiting his thoughts the boy look around again. Walking in slowly and looking around he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander around again.

His name was... Kai something. Probably some veteran.

The thought excited him to see a pro in action. He always wanted to see heroes when he was younger and this was his chance at seeing a true expert. Well this Kai might not be some hero yet but he obviously most be good to be a CO right?

Looking at the lunch counter like his pad had told him he notice a man who he expected to be Kai. The description match what he had ask earlier anyways. Approaching him he saluted and spoke. "Sorry sir are you by chance Kai Nakamura?" He asked. If the man replies that he is Kai then Scy futher goes on in his introduction.

"Sir I've been assign to serve under you. I hope that I can assist you in anyway and learn from you sir! My name is Scy Yawich!" He said very confident in himself. Luckily Scy overlook the fact his commander was younger then him. Knowing this Scy might of acted a bit more childish.

"Why do you ask?" Steven asked simply. He spared a glance towards Green Two who returned the look with a definate sense of I-told-you-so. Steven, still convinced there was nothing wrong, gave up trying to ignore the questions and hear them out. "I have been alright, just fatigued from all of these shifts we have been doing. How about you are you alright after this last battle? It was a bit close."

Arcadia was quiet while they joined the Green Alpha pair, and remained quiet while Emma began her inquisition of Captain Kerning. She smirked to herself at that, recalling the first time she'd encountered her squad leader: Corporal Kerning. Sounded like the name of a superhero straight from some comic book. Even as Captain, he still had that ring, and so it continued to amuse her for a few brief seconds. Returning her thoughts to the topic at hand, she realized that everyone had noticed what she had: the Captain was much more under the weather than the rest of the squad. One might suggest that was do to being squad leader, but Arcadia knew firsthand how spirited he was and an assignment like this surely wouldn't bring down such a strong-willed man as Steven; not alone, anyways. Something else must be the matter, and Pilot Langdon made sure to say as much.

"Captain, it may not be our place, but we've all noticed that you've been particularly more sluggish than usual, and of course we've been given a grueling assignment; and yet, you seem much more weary than the rest of Green Squadron, so there must be something else the matter. Are you sick? Women giving you problems?" Although typically Arcadia would have broached the latter subject with humor, she spoke with a purely serious tone and demeanor.

Garrett Hendlow, smeared with fresh grime, grease, and whatever other "dirt" he could collect, shuffled into the cafeteria with an exasperated sigh and a gloomy expression. Despite the fact that he'd been working in the nearly obliterated workshop since their arrival at-- and even a large portion of their trip to-- Saratar, he felt as if he wasn't making any headway. It was still a mess, and would likely continue to be a mess for the next few days. And even then, any previous work he'd had was destroyed, so he was essentially starting from scratch. AND THE PAPERWORK. "I ******** hate the goddamned paperwork," he grumbled as he dragged himself to the other side of the cafeteria to get himself a drink. But OF COURSE there was a lack of alcohol, and he'd already finished off the bottle he saved from the bar some time ago. "Well then, ********. Gimme a cup of coffee." He took the mug with a quick swipe, spilling some onto the counter and his hand. It stung a bit and he grimaced, but was rather happy at the same time: it meant the coffee was fresh and just the way he wanted it.Perusing the room, he spotted his CO, and quickly made his way over, sitting down next to Lieutenant Nakamura.

"Rude?" Yotruyan's helmet's feathers spread out and begun to slowly fan up and down. His head turned ever so slightly in different directions. Physical contact. He petted a young SeFlaurind on the head, only to be tackled by the father, sending them both down the cliff. A nose poke to say hello, greeted by a rifle's butt. A pat on the cheek to say ...the list of 'minor' incidents went on, but this revelation did shed some light. "This...explains a few things." Next, he made a whining nose, very much to like what a dog would do if scared or sad. "Sorry." He started to shuffle away a little, increasing the room between them. "As for my actions, soldiers are modified. They affect our minds. We require contact to remain mentally stable. We always work in groups. For me, who must work alone, it means that I will seek out others to inquire, or else. And many of your guards would not reply. What I had done was better than wasting away. The best, and worse of times are all...clear in our memories now." His fingers intertwined together, and Yotruyan's tail started to wag back and forward, as though another thought interjected. "It did bring you here, did it not?" He gave out a happy, twittering whistle. "And the promise? It falls under the formalities. Shall we start then? You could always vent it again."

"I wish to help Terrans, kill Dathbags and see them go extinct." He repeated to the new man. Scy was slightly annoyed by this man careless thoughts but then again he seem tired. "Why do you seem so... tired Hendlow? Somethings up or is just the fact I'm fresh meat?" He ask. Scy slightly expected that the demolition leader would be more upbeat or psychopathic. This man was neither.