"Tat fine with I, mon. Wat be a few mon'ts? I an' I have I whole life too be findin' tee bredren. And if it be takin' mo' tan tat? Ten I see tem on tee otter side. But I an' I would like to see tem before I an' I is old an' dead, heh." He grins into his coffee, the very image of optimism in the face of a very brutal universe. "Cos, tere may be some problem tere too, using tee systems. Tee bredren, I an' I, all gon be called tee property o' tee corp tat boon us, mon. So when I find tem, we gon have ta git out tee way in one big hurry." A shrug of shoulders; Worries for another day shall not rain on Trey's parade.

He then nods to Leo, and speaks again. "Ey, Leo. Tat's a fancy dress now." And a shrug again at T'risa and Leo's argument. "I an' I be comfo'table. Don worry 'bout a ting, mon, tere be a good day ahead. I an' I can feel it in my bones. We got out o' tee way o' a war, now! Wit' heads on shoulders an' heart drums beaten, yah? So already, tis a good day."

At the mention of her name, Elsbeth stood up from her seat on the counter and turned for everyone to see how she had discreetly tucked in the long cotton bed sheet to ensure that she was decently attired.  She still had a half-demolished plate of food in one hand and a fork in the other and was chewing rather vigorously.  The hand with the fork passed in front of her tall, fairly statuesque form with a bit of a flourish demonstrating that her bed sheet attire does, in fact, stay up by itself very well... thank you, very much.  Leo got the distinct impression that if her mouth weren't full, that the brunette with the tousled hair might actually have stuck her tongue out at him; instead she merely winked and saddled a little closer to Balkiir.

The things that weren't covered, were the obvious tattoos and scars that criss-crossedher arms, shoulders and neck.  Some were old and some relatively new, some from afar, and others up close and personal, but all of them appeared to have been obtained the old fashioned way.  Earned (often painfully so) in a rather violent manner during her relatively short two decades of life it appeared.  Even the tattoos.  There were signs of plenty of physical abuse with scars upon scars in some places.  Still, Elsbeth seemed to make little of it; as though they were part of what made her ... herself.

Her modelling stint done, she stabbed more food from the plate and fed the large, blue cook.  Apparently, what had started as separate plates between them had devolved into something far more communal.  "Mmmm.." the raven-haired CMC Marine chimed into the communal conversation, as she finished swallowing the food in her mouth, "Marshal, was there any word on Sergeant Rhictor?"  Then her husky, contralto timbre paused and added quite reluctantly, "Or locating his next of kin?"  She pursed her lips, talking that way seemed to dampen her mood slightly, as though it made his death more likely or his reappearance less likely merely in the telling.

With the previous plate cleared of anything remotely edible, Elsbeth began to tuck into the second partially eaten plate, quickly and efficiently splitting the spoils between herself and Balkiir; neither of them showed any signs of slowing down food-wise.
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Balkiir finally managed to catch a moment after handing out plates refilling coffee and finally sat down next to Elspeth."Duty called...this lot cant cook worth a damn and If you had gotten her personal wake up call they;d be eating down in the cafeteria eating powdered eggs and reconstituted meat product."
  He looked genuinely sorry he hadn't had time to wake her up himself. and gave her a soft Kiss, I promise I'l make sure to make up for the empty bed later."

 Playfully fighting with Elspeth for a sausage link he half listened to the conversation letting the others do the planning and thinking for a bit.Leo if your really that good You don't have to advertise. Just stand there and let the girls slug it out...Or wait around till one worth it falls out of the sky...literally."

By the way anyone seen the new guy, the one we picked up back at the crash site?"




"Third time he has been reported Killed in action.." He frowned slightly as Rhic was mentioned."I saw it with my own eyes..there was no way anyone could have cracked his mech open without someone noticing....and,.No one just disappears from a locked cockpit....

"I'm trained to kill myself without hesitation if someone goes into the deep parts of my mind or has means to extract viable DNA, I'm trained to never get someone pregnant unless it is in the contract, to ensure people get what they need.  It's very much a complicated discipline.  I'm not the best, and I don't want it to be the only part of my life.  I certainly don't want it to be how I end.  I'd much rather continue on myself and end the criminals who are trying to get my DNA or other people's secrets.  As far as my mother is concerned I do just wait around for entertainment contracts, demure and refined, ensuring the secrets and safety of myself and my past contracts."

Then he gave a somewhat weak smile, "Rhic is a tough bastard and if he's dead... then it is how he'd like to go, rather than being fed to his ex's, or retiring to a seniors station.  Humans have a knack for strangeness that few other species can match.

T'risa let out a long low sigh. "No word on Sergeant Rhictor. I was in his mind when he disappeared. I've never been in someones mind when they....when they died before. He....was something more than he claimed to be, but what that was, I can't tell. His mind had...depth i suppose is the best way to put it. I miss him terribly."

She smiled at Leo though not feeling up to playing his games "Leo...you the genetic thieves are out there, and might even be able to break your conditioning. This is one of the few places where you're safe to wander around like that. You are your own man. I'd suggest however that you carry some form of token from my house as a means to bypass awkward questions or recovery attempts by your mother and sisters. I say this in front of everyone here. Leo may choose to carry the mark of my house. It does not imply any contract or ownerships between us. It's solely to avoid issues with Leo being returned to his home."

T'risa yawned on the couch, stretching out. "We're likely to be visited by lawyers soon....again. Maybe a diplomatic envoy from the Empress, maybe some of the House K'mahda sycophants that worked for my mother that can tell the wind is changing and that I will root out all corruption in the House. Who knows....in any case, I'm sure none of them will appreciate being greeted at the door by a man barely dressed, or worse, will overly appreciate you. I'd prefer to avoid any Imperial entanglements if possible. Now, to the most important business of all. Death.....by breakfast." T'risa rose from the couch and headed towards the food. "Trey please record everything you know about your ship and where you come from. Has anyone seen Bright Star or Maran? That girl is always hiding in the smallest of places with her cohort."

Elsbeth settled for Balkiir's explanation, his kiss, and his promissory note for later.  She let the kiss linger, not quite letting him break away so quickly.  Which, of course, allowed her the chance to nick a piece of bacon from his plate.

She merely quirked her head when Leoulin talked about his conditioning.  The raven-haired marine looked slightly puzzled... well, maybe more puzzled than normal.  "I was simply conditioned to die in service, Master Leoulin." Elsbeth noted simply, it sounded and seemed so much less complicated.  But then she had never considered her genes to be worth very much; especially nowhere near as much as Leo's apparently were.

She nodded to T'risa instructions.  "I am willing to escort Master Leoulin in public, if a bodyguard is necessary." Elsbeth offered, "It is one of the things that I can safely say that I am actually good at."  She pursed her lips, "However, I will need to report in to CMC command.  While, I put in a request for transfer to your unit, Marshall ..." she bit her lower lip for a moment, "My next posting is not necessarily under my control."  She gave Balkiir a slightly forlorn look; her tour was up yet, and so a discharge at this point would be anything but honorable.

After a pause and a sigh, "My superiors were not pleased with the complete loss ... well, nearly complete loss ... of my unit, the 359th."  Though the tall brunette left it unspoken, it was readily apparent that she thought the meeting had not gone well; that likely they thought that she was culpable in some way.  Her expression was one of slight weariness and perhaps some consternation.

Well, either that or all of the mass consumption had finally caught up to her.  She let out a slight *urp* and looked sheepishly at the others.  "Er... Excuse me." she noted quietly in her rather husky contralto.

She shook her head when prompted about the whereabouts of either Maran or the 'new guy'.  Elsbeth couldn't recall having seen much of either of them recently.  Of course, that did lead her to where the other surviving member of the 359th might be.  "Oh, and has anyone seen Tiny, lately?" she prompted; Elsbeth had sort of assumed that Tiny and Poppy were getting in trouble together somewhere.  But, of course, that would be an unsubstantiated rumor of the first order.

Leo smiled, "If they want to barge in then they have another thing coming and when we're about... a mark of your family without a contract would upset my mother.  My sisters don't give a damn.  They are all halfs except one anyway.  That one is a lot like me in power, but very unlike me in mind.  She'd simply slice the wall off the building with her mind and haul me back to mother.  B'Katya is the greatest house lapdog one could ask for.  Indeed my father and mother made a pact that she would be female.  I'm not sure what their words had to do with it, but apparently my father has some kind of say because he always delivers contractual spawn on the first try."

He put a friendly wave toward the Marine, "While that wouldn't bother my mother to see me with you and your... I should say humans, my sisters would have a fit.  For any official business I'm just Leo.  Pit fighter and CASAR agent.  They don't even ask if I'm blue.  Human teeks aren't too uncommon, I am frequently mistaken for a female or teenager when I'm in a combat suit."  He thought for a few moments and then suddenly bristled with lines that formed hexes over his skin before filling with metal plating, they faded as he put his physical guard down a little.  "Sorry, I just realized that if we're held up too long here, my mother will want me, and B'Katya will be sent to hunt me down... if I don't give another excuse.  Claiming that I'm on a tour in human sectors is usually enough, but two in a row is exceptionally uncommon.  I might have to actually do work.  If I can get some work while the rest of you are holed up here... then perhaps I can keep it from bogging the group down too much... or we might use it as reasonable cover to get out of here if things go south.  I would have an entourage and people ask less questions of me and my people with my mother's signature about."

Elsbeth gave a side-long glance at Balkiir, as Leo elaborated on his 'situation' and what length (and powers) his family would go through to maintain control over him.  Her brown furrowed and the lanky CMC Marine's expression was a mixture of confusion and incredulity.  It spoke along with her subsurface thoughts of Just what is going on here?  What have you gotten me ... er ... have I gotten myself into?!?  She dimly recalled that Balkiir had once tried to 'warn' her about Tau politics and relationships, but most of that didn't make much sense then.  Pretty much as it confused her now as well.

Ultimately, it sounded as though Leoulin had agreed to her helping escort him, however; so, she nodded slowly his direction.  Not sure what else to say - but feeling as though something should probably be said (it was something that very first charge, V'shak, had told that was socially expected), the raven-haired Praetorian offered to Leo, "For what it is worth, I think that your dress is quite fetching, Master Leoulin."  Of course, as the lithe pit fighter had previously noted her attire consisted primarily of tattoos and a bed sheet right now.

Then Elsbeth looked over towards T'risa to get some confirmation about escorting duty, "That is, if it is all right with you, Ma'am."  She paused for a moment, "Or if you would prefer that I remain near you, I can do that instead."  The Marshal had mentioned some danger, especially when they were out and about - though Elsbeth was not sure if she mean political or physical.  Or both.

She nicked another piece of bacon from the quickly disappearing center pile and chewed slowly as she listened the banter and conversation at the table.  Hardly a social butterfly, Elsbeth continued to munch away.  All the while, edging closer Balkiir; physical proximity seemed to be her primary method of keeping tabs on the continuously busy, large, blue man.

"We could always marry and then I could divorce you?" T'risa suggested from the couch. "You know only a few months ago, I was exiled from the Empire and cast out to CA-SAR. Now assuming legal things go well and the Empress rewards us, I may well be Matriarch of House K'mahda with a fleet few systems could match." she glanced at Leo "Life changes, you are only trapped if you choose to be."

"Ask Leo, if he wishes to maintain his exclusivity and price, he'll probably want you to be around. If he prefers to be free, he can manage on his own. His genetic material will be seen in a less positive light as he gallivants out on his own without supervision." T'risa looked at the cook as if trying to weigh up the benefits and drawbacks of going up to the counter for food versus lying where she was on the couch.

M'kira's lips quirk up into a smile watching Elsbeth greeting Balkir affectionately. Glancing over at Trey she nods recognizing his greeting as they both eat the delicious breakfast with gusto. She looks slightly amused at his reaction to the thrown datapad. With his grin it was clear he handled it well.

Taking a moment she gets up briefly giving T'risa a comforting hug. "I know it's frustrating T'risa. Try not to let it get to you if you can. I know easier said then done still it's worth saying. Personally I prefer the big pay out to them trying to lock us up. We can always slip away on the crow or with Prometheus as I am sure he isn't about to let us get locked up after helping him out like we did."

Hearing Trey's request she nods slightly. "I  am certainly willing to help. Just let me know what you need Trey." M'kira lets her eyes dip over Leoulin with a very amused expression though she still respects how T'risa feels. "Guess you wasted your time trying to warn everyone about modesty. Leoulin is just like us Balkir no need to worry about such things."

She watches Elsbeth Displays her fashionable sheet all tucked in nicely with a look of amusement. Today was shaping up to be a very fine morning indeed. She gently takes T'risa's hand gazing at her lovingly as she speaks softly. "Leoulin is always going to be Leoulin T'risa. We will just have to do our best to help keep him safe. Of course he can look after himself, however there will always be that time when someone needs help including me."

Pausing she considers the talk about Rhic and body guarding Leoulin in case of trouble. "I agree Rhic isn't one to leave us easily. I suspect in due time we will find him and I prefer to keep that hope alive. Let's stay sharp and do our best to find him. We can ask Prometheus to help us look. He can cast a pretty wide net with his resources after all. Personally I will be much happier if and when we find him alive and well." She conceded by using if since they were all aware it wasn't guaranteed that they would find him. Although disappearing made her inclined to believe he was alive. Why else would something like that happen?

"Well I can help with any body guarding If Leo approves. If not I am happy to let him operate under his own devices they certainly seem to have served him well in the past. Leo could always set up a fake contract if we have the funds to spare. With whomever you like Leoulin though for it to truly be fake it would have to be with one of us in the group here. Someone else would talk for sure. It's just a thought which you all can disregard as you see fit."

Seeing that T'risa is eying the counter where the food is. M'kira rises smoothly making her way over there. Putting together a plate for T'risa as well as a drink she soon returns with it. "Here I can tell your hungry, although your so comfortable right now you didn't want to get up to go to the counter did you." Smiling she waits for T'risa to accept the plate before getting comfortable again herself.

"Do as it pleases you.  Much as my pseudo philandery... after all, in my own time I associate with whomever I please... puts me in borderline graces with my own family... it is that we are expected to in no way be capable of caring for ourselves that bothers me.  Friends is one thing.  Family is another... and bodyguards... well, I haven't had to kill myself yet," he said with a smile.  "I'll dress more suitable for strangers when strangers are about.  Until then, I've already ensured there's no egregious breaches of our privacy here.  A little static is hardly a problem for a man who can generate fireballs with his mind.  My sister likely would kill me or try hard, if I married without a proper contract from my mother.  That will after all be the last contract she gets to put in for me.  I serve her purposes well as a mere entertainer.  Same as my brother.  She married my father and as far as I know, she turned down insane offers for his breeding privileges.  I can't confirm it but one rumor says she was offered a moon for a male child from him.  She doesn't let him have kids with anyone else... apparently.  There's a few halfs out there from before his marriage... but most of them are female, business owners, battle witches, or heirs to households.  I don't hear much about sons but my father has never failed to deliver even the desired gender of offspring from contracts.  So... yes... by extension... my prices are also steep."

Leo was still smiling but he was done eating... he was having what looked like a steel milkshake.  "eech, servings of nanotech... really, not part of a traditional breakfast.  Does anyone feel the need to break out of this joint or do we have a day more or less to ourselves you think?"

"You're all free to go explore. I have at least one more day in deep discussion with lawyers and an appointment with the CA-SAR office later this afternoon. I wonder if they're going to strip me of my Marshal status. I admit it was rather handy to have it. I could emancipate you Leo, but it would cause big problems for both of us back in the Empire and the Empress is I am sure fed up of hearing of the scandal and fuss I've created in the short time I've been exiled." T'risa smiled thanks to M'Kira as she remained on the couch, her combat boots carefully not touching the fabric of it to keep it clean. She grinned even more as M'Kira brought her food. "You know all of your talk of parenting....I wonder if it's possible your father is mine too. I was an orphan before being adopted into the K'mahda line. We might even be......related." she quipped at Leo, not being serious, but teasing him for how serious he seemed to be about exchanging his genetic material.

"I think it's safest to just let Leo look after himself. I'm beyond caring what the Regulators think and I suspect he is too. I'll contact you all if I hear anything more on anything happening around here, but I am not expecting to have news here today. Enjoy yourselves have fun! I'll handle as much of the rest of it as I can and breakfast. Elsbeth, leave me some bacon!"

"We're sixth cousins.  During a male's breeding service years meticulous records must be kept to ensure genetic integrity of the species.  No wonder so many women take husbands regardless of relationships outside marriage!  You need someone to file all your paperwork and mark your calendars with post it notes.  I suppose it might be ano-" then he stopped, "Alright shutting up about it.  Powers... I am such a guy.  Not in the intraspecial-man's-man way either..."  He rubbed his hands together and blew into them and azure flames flicked up from them as he grabbed a mug... "While I'm at it, does anyone else want their drink warmed up?  I'm going to throw out my own rebel-man card for the morning and make some cocoa." Cabinets opened up as he pointed at them and objects turned themselves so he could see, it was casual for him, but it was telekinesis at work, which he rarely did around others in the past... unless it was for combat purposes.

"Oh I love hot coco. Mmm but if we drink that T'risa we might need to disappear for a while." She laughs softly for a moment amused at the moment. She returns T'risa's smile continuing the conversation. "Your welcome. All right I am sure we can all find fun things to do. Maybe we should avoid the red tape serious talk especially since your both likely fed up with Regulations."

Giggling she springs into action retrieving a fair portion of bacon before it's to late. Coming back she splits it briefly with T'risa. "Your welcome again, however this half of the portion is mine!" Savoring the bacon she nibbles on it slowly. "Mmm it's so good. It's to bad it's bad for us." She eyes T'risa waiting to see what she might have to say regarding the cocoa.

OOC: lol if that stuff will do to Leo what it does to us... ^_^

 Balkiir had settled into a routine, eat, press his hand to Elspeth's thigh, an then listen and eat a bit more. " Glad I'm just a marine....and don't have to worry about the ...confusion."

 Lucky fro you Leo this is an Alliance facility. The Public Safety and Order troopies cant operate in TAE space. And there is a 60/40 man to woman ratio on a TAE station... More men then women..So we may have to post a guard on T'risa and M'kira...Elspeth has her Skull and Bolts so no one is going to mess with her.


If anyone messes with Leo the Station Police will be right there. It's against TAE regs to harass visiting guests."

OOC: "Skull and Bolts" the tattoo Marines who have survived an orbital assault drop under fire.

"Mmmm..." Elsbeth purred acknowledging Balkiir's comment about being 'just a Marine'.  She seemed to be agreeing with him, but her tone and expression also seemed to be saying that the young woman was incredibly satisfied with him being 'just' that.  Or that she thought he was more than merely a Marine.  Or perhaps both of them amounted to the same thing for her.

Between bites of food off of one of the plates between them, the CMC marine continued to edge closer to the dark blue Valkiir man and then planted a quick playful kiss on his cheek.  Probably just to clear things up.  And ensure that there was no confusion about things.  Of course, her nose did 'accidentally' brushed up against his ear.

Elsbeth promptly returned to her seat and consuming down more food.  At the mention of one of her tattoos, her left arm flexed making her hand into a fist and the blue and yellow lightning over the laughing, flaming skull rippled for a moment; she seemed to think nothing of it and continued to chew.  the lanky, dark-haried woman knew that Balkiir had a similar set of body ink; she'd seen it first hand - up close and personal.  And she was willing to wager that everyone here had something similar - or should after what they had been through the past couple of months.  Perhaps she should suggest to them that group tattoo was in order...  Or maybe later.

She tilted her head for a moment and stopped chewing briefly as her gaze tracked from M'kira to Leoulin to T'risa and then back around again.  Elsbeth seemed quietly watchful of the Tau at the table, only pausing to ensure that she got one last piece of bacon before the Marshal was given her due.  Then she nodded approvingly to Leo's offer of hot chocolate.  Though after a moment, she asked mildly confused, "Wait, I thought that for the Tau, the chelates in the chocolate were a mild intox..."  Her voice trailed off and the raven-haired Praetorian clammed up and reddened slightly as she looked back and forth between the two blue women on the couch and the coifed and befrocked Tau male at the table.

He took the swat and moved surprisingly little for someone almost half her size, "For human's it is a children's drink. For Tau it is certainly an adult's drink, I certainly wouldn't want to have someone put a drip into T'Risa while we're all linked to her.  No offense to her... it should ever be reserved for family and other people who are not going to think less of us for mild indiscretions.  Cocoa is mostly milk after all.  Now... your chocolate bars is another matter altogether.  I'm not offering them and it is a controlled substance in Tau space.  That could be problematic to share around."

He set down the mug in front of the human marine, smoking like the barrel of a recently fired cannon.  "Less likely to inconvenience me, certainly, but also better chances of the larger problems.  I'm going to be fine, after all, it is less fun without friends and duty isn't calling me yet."  The flames hadn't left his hands as he filled another mug, "For the oddly prudish... would anyone prefer tea?"

M'kira perks up looking wide eyes at the mention of a larger male population. Such a event was rare for T'risa and her people. Leoulin probably wasn't used to it either though his problem was women chasing him not the other way around. "Seriously? Wow talk about a Unique situation. Poppy we might have to guard you too. Your trigger finger is already itchy enough without getting provoked. Did you get fixed up now that we are back on the station? Oddly enough Leoulin it looks like your on body guard duty for us! Think you can handle it?"

M'kira laughs and smiles shaking her head speaking softly. "Oh I don't think anyone here is going to prefer Tea Leoulin." Briefly she walks over to him so that she can get her hot coco. Then laughs at the mention of being linked

"Speaking of having fun what would you all like to do? It's a space station so I imagine there are a variety of recreational activities. We could go out drinking at the local bars. Though if they have swimming pools and sports centers I prefer a bit of swimming, basketball, volley ball, dancing or some such. We probably could go shopping if anyone has any pressing needs for new gear or nice clothing? New guns are always nice too. Since your likely going to be looking after us Leoulin we can buy you a few drinks in way of thanks."

OOC: If I remember correctly we promised her to get fixed up proper maybe even a upgrade. Prometheus et for the rescue as poppy took some damage during some of the fights. I think she was pretty upset since she had spent a small fortune on high quality poppy body type. I forget the specifics.

T'risa laughed at the absurdity of it all. "Chocolate is a mild aphrodisiac for us Tau. I'll refrain from taking any before I go to sleep in any case and while we don't have the need for instant communication I've withdrawn my tendrils into each of your heads....actually no, that's not quite true, the tendrils are there, but shut off. I'll be aware if any of you experience shock or surprise or pain, but I'll be out of them for...other emotions and you won't feel mine....unless I forget." she helped herself to the food M'Kira brought her, resting her head on M'Kira's lap as she ate.

"More men than women on the station? That's....odd. I'll need to go out and witness it. It feels so delightfully sinful to wander around. I think they might be surprised by M'Kira, I suspect she would be entitled to more than one of those Skull and Bolt tattoos, but I've never heard of it being allowed in any regiment I've worked with....though that could be part of the nature of the work I do. Do they run if we look at them? I often wonder how our actions would be seen by the Tae and Tau empire at large, I mean, we effectively ran riot over every law. I vote for getting Poppy and Tiny into good fitting bodies and then seeing where the day takes us. I'd like to get out and relax a bit, before the lawyers destroy my mind."

  Poppy stirred from where she had plopped down and covered herself with a blanket while everyone else slept. Her hair was in a mess, and her clothes were rumpled as if she had been sleeping in them for a week.

"Way ahead of you M'kira" she yawned stretched and rubbed her eyes."there's a boutique down in the rec sectors..It's a branch of M'nohma's she does great body sculpts and have the t-215 series..I mean you don't get better legs than that, they fit great, and look ..wowwwwwww I mean if your not into cybers you will be if shes wearing a pair of those babies...And I can go get a new hairdo, I'm still scrubbing sand out of this mess..and the sand broke down the protein sheaths now it's t's like a rats nest and I cant get it to stay in one place...I mean I met Big daddy looking like a street rat wearing second hand parts that's like......I' babbling....badly...Good morning guys...any bacon left,,oh by the way we all got security clearances and I think they CASAR put some money in our accounts...and a healthy completion bonus...You guys should check it out..there is a LOT of zeroes on the good side of the decimal.

OOC: each of you now have a Purchase DC 32 wealth  ( equivalent to  $65,000 )

"Tere be not much too tell, mon." Begins Trey, glancing to T'risa and M'kira. "Tee bredren sent out on tee Prospectah twenny tree, broke down in tee hyperspace. So, I an' I drew lots, an' I got tee big straw. So, tee bredren went too cryo to preserve tee life support, an' I shunted all tee power an' tee air too tee little cozy corner tat I was livin' in." A bright smile, as he hooks a thumb under his jumpsuit. "Still smells like it too, mon.." Another soft laugh.

"Real cozy tat, fo' a good tirty days maybe? Maybe twenny five in hyperspace? Watchin' tee matter break down around me. I an' I never seen such pretty creatures tan what I saw crawling outside tee wreck, making homes. Ten some jackers came, wantin tee ship. Tat, I did not mind, but I was usin' it too live, mon, and tee power was keeping tee bredren alive. So, I .." Here, at last, he frowns. "..So I sabotage tese boys." He falls quiet for a bit longer, uncharacteristically moody for a moment. Then the smile's back. "Ten some mo' stuff happened, and I an' I woke up in tat ship tat I was found in, wit' tee bredren all sold off."

He then quiets down to continue shoveling food into his maw, never once slowing down to taste or chew. Minutes to eat, hours to live. And never dropping that bright grin, as he looks to Poppy. "I an' I can walk along? Tat way no-body got to go on tey own."
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With respect to finding Trey's brother, she agreed with M'kira.  "We've got half the Imperial Fleet out there..." the tall, sheet-wrapped brunette noted between mouthfuls, "Someone must have seen something ... Or knows someone that likely saw something."

"Of course, Trey!" Elsbeth chimed in, wagging half a stick of bacon at him, "Of course, you'll have to come shopping.  You're one of us..."  The last statement was so matter-of-fact, that the CMC Marine almost sounded hurt that the brethren boy had even asked the question.  After all they had been through; there seemed to be no question in her mind.  He was one of them, at least as much as she was, whoever they were.  Even if Aziza hadn't probed him for parasites (yet).

She looked thoughtful for a moment, "We'll get you a new tattoo..."  There was another pause and then the raven-haired Praetorian ventured with genuine enthusiasm, "Maybe we should all get a new tattoo..."  Her dark hair flipped about as she turned her head and glanced at Balkiir in hopes that the big man would help validate the idea.

In any case, Elsbeth seemed all for the idea of going shopping.  And she was pretty sure that she wasn't just going to be window shopping.  If the Marshal was right, and they had some salvage rights to back a line of credit.  Well, there are always things that a girl - even a genetic engineered one - dreams about getting...

Sounds good tome...I have a few patches of blue left ." Balkiir nodded reaching out and snapping the bacon out of her hands with his teeth.But do they have a :I got shot down on a dead world, rescued the locals, fought ancient horrors and started a galactic war tattoo."


I guess we have o make one up if they don't.

Smiling M'kira's fingers gently trail through T'risa's hair lovingly and with a contented expression while watching her eat for a bit. "Your not likely to forget T'risa not that I mind if you do. It's nice knowing that your with me all the time. That your there for all of us if we need you."

Laughing softly M'kira nod slightly in agreement. "I have seen my fair share of combat. Although I don't care for tattoo's which is why I haven't gotten any. I second the vote on both counts for poppy, tiny, and of course you getting a chance to Relax. I want you to be happy and healthy so let's try to avoid burn out from all work and no play T'risa." Pausing to nibble on some more delicious bacon she looks over at poppy while she's speaking.

M'kira gives her a look of sympathy as she talks about her hair. Poor poppy had been shot up more then her fair share over the recent missions. her chest, her legs and now her hair too. "Honestly it's not a problem poppy. You deserve some royal pampering after all the hits you took for us. I am just glad you can get  high quality body sculpting to get the look you want. You deserve it and with any luck you won't take a hit again for some time to come. Just in case though we might want to stock a few spares for you. Good morning Poppy!"

Getting out a pad M'kira checks her balance then cheers happily. "Poppy's right T'risa we have gotten a very nice deposit if my account is any example. Mmm some spending money and the rest for a rainy day just in case."

She looks at T'risa after Trey tells his story. "Should put out some feelers and do a lot of research. Sooner or later we are likely to get some sort of hit on his brothers. Your being a marshal should help T'risa.  At least we can hope so. Once we do we can move in and deal with whatever happened to them."

She smiles at Elsbeth liking her optimistic view. With any luck they would indeed find Trey's brothers. She could only wonder what it would be like having several of him running around. "I agree with Elsbeth your welcome to shop with us anytime. Hope you can put up with the lingerie shops though." She teases lightheartedly though trey might not mind at all depending on his mindset. "Mmm I will pass on the tattoo. I am fine with getting a patch for our uniforms though."

M'kira giggles when she watches Balkiir snatch some bacon from Elsbeth's hand so nonchalantly. "Oh my! That was bold Balkiir! It's usually dangerous coming between a marine and her food. On the other hand you might be the rare exception. Well I saw this ancient text on something called Call of Cthulu. It had something to do with ancient horrors. Maybe it might have some imagery suitable for your new tattoo. I haven't a clue really so you would need to look it up."

OOC: lol I couldn't resist when you included fought ancient horrors as part of your list for the tattoo.

What would it be like with five other 'Treys' running around? Noisy, fast, and filled with that weird pidgin Tau that he used to speak before he became 'used' to this crew. It was hardly even comprehensible between the slurred vowels and the odd little euphemisms. Such as using 'I' instead of 'my' or 'I an' I' instead of 'we'. Never once reverting to a second person or third person indicator, but always to first person.

The clone bredren smiles up at Elsbeth around a mouth chipmunk stuffed with food, before quickly swallowing it down and standing up. The plate itself taken towards the sink, along with any other emptied plates; Trey don't mind no manual labor. Although he does glance over his shoulder at M'kira, those tied back dreds of his falling over the other shoulder, arms bobbing up and down as he scrubs.

"Lingeery?" He asks, blinking a few times and laughing. "Ah! A fake wohd? Gude one, mon, got one ovah I." He continues chuckling at her 'fake funny word' while he finishes scrubbing, humming a little bump soul song..

"Won lov.. won heart.. lets git togetter, an' feel ahlrite.." A pause as he speaks to T'risa "I an' I still wantin' I ta go ovah tee Crow an' make sho' I an' I git loose in a hurrah?"
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