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Sehene saluted the Admiral along with everyone else, and found herself stuck between P2C Malinowski and Captain Wightman - both of whom she had never met, but she had seen Malinowski before - and tension that was becoming nearly as suffocating as the airless chamber now behind them. "Well--" Sehene began, but was interrupted by Private Malinowski. She closed her mouth and stepped away, frowning slightly, but keeping her place. Why was a P2C bossing a Captain around?

Cibo, Marcus and Sehene

As soon as the Admiral was away, both Cibo and Marcus turned to the unlucky Sehene, their eyes staring at her with intent. They then shot her up with questions simultaneously. What did the lizard alien say before all this happened? Did it say anything at all? How did it get out of it's cell? The two eagerly stared and stared at Sehene, waiting for her reply.

Sehene repressed the urge to back away, and instead clasped her hands behind her back, and began to 'tell her tale' so to speak. "He did speak, yes. He is in fact quite friendly and literate..." She paused, "He began speaking to me, and I couldn't just ignore him...he was on our side in the battle. I thought he was dead. He asked me where his weapon was, said it was dangerous, and that if we tried to examine it, it could become urgent. And then of course we heard noises from in here," She gestured towards the rooms behind them, "And he knew it was his weapon, so I went to check it out, you hear screaming and you go to help right? They had the room locked down, and one of the men was injured...quite badly...I told them what the Lizard said, and they asked to see him. They shackled him of course, and brought him here, and that's where he uh...escaped." She finished with a sheepish look at the ground.

"Friendly? A thing like that friendly? Do tell about what you call friendly behavior. How was it friendly to you?" Cibo questioned coldly. Marcus nodded in agreement. It had seemed as though they dropped their grudge, for the moment, in order to work in this case.
"And what do you mean by 'thought he was dead' exactly?" Marcus added on, speaking more kindly than Cibo. He also looked genuinely perplexed and concerned as well. He had not seen anything in regards to this particular alien, despite the fact he was going to be assigned specifically to handle it. Cibo's face soured at his question. Somehow, she figured that much already. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here, right? What if he's here to get back at me, huh?! Or maybe he's...Sehene started to speak again.

"Well he was kind and respectful, and seemed to only want to help us in our battles. He spoke with respect, and was in no was mean or unkind." She frowned, rubbing her neck for a moment before continuing, "In the battle, he sustained many injuries, some of which would kill a human instantaneously, but he is still alive for some reason. We saw him in a state beyond belief, or our ideas of survival."

Cibo scowled, apparently unsatisfied with the answer. But then she told about it's injuries. Both their ears perked up to listen, Cibo so she could hear the first person account, and Marcus because he was not briefed yet. His eyebrow gracefully arched in questioning when she mentioned her thoughts regarding the injuries. He asked, "What kind of injuries did it receive exactly?" but was soon pulled up to Cibo's height as she whispered into his ear. He merely nodded grimly as she told him the medical file's contents.
"Never mind that. The weapon malfunctioning was what allowed him to be brought out, yes? What was it like? Can you describe it, or how it worked?" Her question was cold, and carried weight behind it even though she was a private. Marcus motioned, and spoke,
"Please. Try and remember."

"Yes, the weapon had...chewed the arm of one of the engineers. It was quite bad really. I'm not sure how it worked though, it seemed to be organic, and it only stopped trying to...'defend itself' when the lizard did something to it. It did seem to run on batteries. I really am sorry I can't remember more."

In unison, both their mouths opened in disbelief. It was perhaps the most alien, and 'out of this galaxy' thing they had ever heard. Still, the two quickly recovered, with Marcus asking the next question. It seemed Sehene was put right on the spot in a witch-hunt, and the two asked on, unrelenting, "Changing the pace if you don't mind; how did he escape? In fact, this is perhaps the most important issue here. At least for you Sehene." Cibo then sharply cut in,
"What if this weapon of it's somehow responded to a signal it gave? If that's the case, our Sehene here, along with the other guards played right into hit's bloody claws..."

Sehene frowned. Crap. Consequences. She blinked a few times to clear the sinking feeling in her stomach, and continued. "Well, they had him in chains, but they were loose enough for him to walk, and as they opened the door for him to get in to the weapon, he ran in and avoided weapons fire by telling us that the weapon would blow if fired upon. So we backed off, and the door closed I think he used his tail to close it, because his hands were full."

"Hmm. Interesting. An unstable weapon? More likely just a bluff though." Cibo replied. You were better of shooting it she thought.
"Well, I must say this is an interesting chain of events. I'm certain with the witness accounts here, every one of you will be fine. Don't worry, we will..." his voice cut off as Cibo cleared her throat, "I will testify in your favor if things go that far. But, I doubt that will be necessary." He suddenly stopped there, and turned his head towards the door as a pair of loud bangs could be heard from the room inside.
"Crap! The autopsy camera still working? What happened in there?!" Cibo called out loudly.

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Yotruyan aka 'Killy'

A few feathers slightly raised in questioning as Evelyn mentioned the mistake the Terrans had made. At the mention that she was a construct, his eye twitched ever so slightly. Still, he went on in the Princess's voice, "We shall join you in battle if you wish it, however, do not expect our numbers to rival yours." Yotruyan stopped for a moment and looked up at the ceiling, as though to recall something. He muttered briefly about 'other replies' as he did so. "I understand your concerns, and it is here that I am no longer able to speak with you, as my replies are limited. In my stead, this Inquisitor before you shall speak." Yotruyan's mouth stopped moving at last. He opened a drawer and pulled out a utility knife with a twirl. The Terran voice he fancied spoke, "I will be blunt, I had accessed the system earlier through a proxy, but this time, I will not. Please pardon my mess." The utility knife dove into his left wrist, prying off the thin metal plate that protected it. Blood coated the steal, but did not drip. He placed the blade aside, and begun to pull a bundle of cords out of his arm. Yotruyan's tail smacked the floor twice as he pulled a length out, and pushed the fleshy end of the nerves into the terminal in front of him. Next, he pulled up a stool, and went still.

****

Yotruyan was in his summer clothes; a light green tunic that went to his knees and brown pants. The sleeves were short, and revealed the fact that his feathers only covered him from neck to head. His skin was a fleshy pink, as was his tail. He sat on a tree stump within a grassy field with rolling hills. His bare 'feet' idly grasped the roots of the stump, the neatly trimmed talons playfully scratching the bark. It was a windy day. His tail quickly plucked a few strands of grass, and let them go in the wind. The faint smell of pollen and grass was in the air, and he could even make out small little animals and their scents. Yotruyan had never seen them before, and stared a little. In fact, he almost forgot why he was there. She stood before him in a white dress. Her brown hair was blowing in the breeze, her feet bare. What strange feet they had...he looked at his own and it's five grasping toes. Yotruyan briefly looked over his shoulder, and was reminded where he really was. The space behind him was white and unfilled. "Last time I had done a dive...it was nothing like this. And I almost died as well. So. What do you wish to see Shipmistress?"

"Eh, I am around him about as much as you and Arcadia. But to me it looked like a simple chestcold. That was two days ago, and apparently has grown much worse in a short time." Green Two said as he hurried down the hall with Emma on his heels. "I can't say for sure if he is going to recover or not, because obviously whatever he's got is progressing at an alarming pace. But what I do know is that Steven is very stuborn when it comes down to it, and the last thing he is going to do is let anything less than a gunshot to the head take him out."

"Aren't you afraid it's contaigous, though, Fred?" Emma asked, looking concerned. "Maybe the whole squadron should get checked out!" The young girl seemed to be mildly freaking out about it, a worried expression on her usually upbeat face.

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"Says the man who runs into battle wearing enough explosives to level a small skyscraper..." Kai muttered. "In any case, I'd rather you either called me by my proper title, or just Kai. Heck, I'd prefer if you just said 'Hey, you!' at me all the time." Kai shook his head once more, ordering a fresh Hot Cocoa for himself, making sure to get whipped cream on top. That was one thing the Lieutennant was glad he preferred; Not enough people drank hot Cocoa for it to run out quickly.

Arcadia looked up from her coffee and a faint smile spread when she realized who it was. "I just beginning to think I'd be sitting here with an unconscious man all by my lonesome for the rest of the day. Glad to see someone knows how to make a speedy response. And I'm fine. The Captain's still unconscious." Some superhero he is, getting put down by sickness. Aren't they supposed to be immune to that sort of thing? She sighed and sipped at her java. Well, not Batman. He was human.

Garrett chuckled. "Yeah, well I make sure I'm prepared. With your unit, I run into some of the craziest situations. And what the hell's wrong with Lieu-Kai? Flows nice. Sounds nice. Makes conversation crisp, and I can use it in combat without labeling you CO." He downed half the mug of cocoa and a shocked expression washed over him. "Wow. That's... tasty." He gave a curt laugh at himself. "Haven't had one in... ages."

Fred moved over to the opposite side of the bed from Arcadia and pulled up a chair. "O' wonder what coulda taken Steven out. He didn't look to bad earlier." Fred said as he looked at the Captain, sounding distant then turning his attention to Arcadia. "He didn't smash his face into the bulkhead too hard when he fell did he? Wouldn't want to see him ending up with another scar on his face."

The forest and it's denizens cleared away to better reveal the patch of starry sky. They pulled in closer for a better view, and Yotruyan winced for a moment, at which they blurred and refocused. "I have combined my memory with the information from a star map I had learned in a class for better clarity." Yotruyan turned from Evelyn to look at the stars himself. "To be honest, this is not The world we came from, but where I was born. It is an outer rim world that lies at the very edge of our galaxy. If you wish to see an inner world, I will oblige. Though I doubt you will enjoy the scenery. Last time I was there, things had gotten...messy, so we left." His head cocked to the side a little as his feathers raised up a little in curiosity. "Pardon, but what is Altres?"