Larger tna many cities the Terran alliance Executives Primary Deep Space depot is the heart of the mobile fleets operations. Dockyards, storage platforms and ten thousand Marines and Crew men call the facility a permanent home.

With the Dockyard workers, both human and cyberoid added the population of the complex of orbital platforms mobile stations and work platforms boasts a population of sixty thousand

Dozens of Heavy Cruisers, six battleships and two dreadnoughts Hover in defensive patterns in the system dominated by the dimly glowing Brown dwarf and desolate charred rocks of a system that died a billion years before the first Man decided to tie a sharp rock to the end of a stick on earth.


In the past two weeks the station had become even more crowded thousands of T.A.E Tau and valkiir techs along with representatives of the Quetzl and Cesti worlds had arrived to begin the examination of the Ancient Q'sa Super Dreadnought now guarded by the TAE carrier battle group led by the Hornet and The Battle Carrier Kuznetzov's direct action Battle group.

among the massive warships the Crow was barely a speck unnoticed by most. Her small crew now lost in the crowd of crew and techs swarming over the docks making preparations to begin work on the "Recovered Artifact Vessel 225c."

Given VIP quarters on the main recreation facility with access to a private launch bay large enough to house the Crow the crew has been given permission to make full use of the facility.

 Hot showers, clean beds, and sand and grit free food seem odd after months on the war scarred planet Char. The squad of Marines outside the doors to the Suites are intimidating at first but when it becomes obvious they are there to keep away the curious and insure the privacy of the group they soon blend into the background.

  The rattle of pans and the smell of strong black coffee announced that Balkiir was awake. He puttered around the kitchen to the tune of sizzling bacon, steak, and potatoes. Bread, cheese, and sliced fruit waiting on the table for those with a lighter appetite. A silver tea service steaming nicely set up for the tea drinkers in the group.

    "Breakfast in twenty, If ya don't get any it ain't my fault." The Big man boomed as he worked glancing at the bowls full of eggs he was about to put on." Remember yer damn pants we have company." He added an almost traditional warning to the other Valkiir that there were non Valkiir in the house.


He glanced to the room he had taken over with Elspeth and thought about slipping back to wake her up himself. "Yeah, right, in and out,back in time to get the biscuits out..... That ain't gonna happen." He chuckled to himself as he turner back to the kitchen.

Trey woke, as he always did, to the quiet and soft jams of ancient Earth music. Music lost to the ancestors. Where had he been this entire time? Likely bothering Azi, or making himself scarce. The last of the Bredren never letting himself get down, despite all that he's lost; Focusing only on what he has gained.

Where once he was an interloper on the Crow, he's now.. well, less of an interloper. At the very least, he's got a small little enclave out of the way of every one else. A cloned former slave doesn't need much room to sleep, after all. The fellow waking up, stretching himself out to the faint cracks of joints, and grinning at nothing in particular.

"I an' I hearin' tat, Ernie? Chains not on I wrist, chips not in I head, an' tee future ahead o' I tat is filled with breakfast. Tis gun be one good day, Ernie, mark I word on tis." His accent, once atrocious and barely understandable, has come under a lot more control in the few weeks he's been aboard. Helps when he's got to listen to people who don't talk exactly like he does. Although he's still speaking to his imaginary friend, alas. Throwing on his old spacer outfit, the fellow heads down to the head, throwing up a greeting as he arrives.

"Bless up, Balkiir." He then hunts up a seat to settle into, and await the cooking of the Valkiir. "Good day. Ya, tat it be. Balkiir, I got I some questions tat may be answered? Busy, mon?"
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Looking sleepy M'kira comes out in panties and a tank top. It showed off her cute belly button, smooth blue stomach, as well as her toned, long legs.  Her brain processes what Balkir had said catching up to the present. "What? Oh that's right thanks for reminding me Balkir." Her battle armor was carefully put away. Though she never went far without it if she could help it.

Going back into her room she hits the shower then comes out brushing her hair after toweling off and using the hair drier. The smell of breakfast was rather tempting to say the least. Still she brushes her teeth knowing she would have to do so again after eating. Still she wanted to be at her best. Going through her morning evolutions eventually she comes out properly dressed. "Breakfast smells wonderful! Thank you for making it Balkir! As well as anyone else that helped of course!"

Gracefully taking a seat she helps herself to a healthy breakfast. You didn't have to tell a Valkir twice when it comes to partying or food. "Morning Trey." She also greets anyone else that happens to be up and present.

Elsbeth grunted and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow in response to Balkiir's 'summons'.  She felt around with one of her arms and after a long moment realized that she was alone in bed.  Rolling over, she pretty much literally fell out of bed, barely getting her feet under her first and pulling the bedsheet with her.

When she appeared in the doorway between her (shared) suite and the common area, the tall Praetorian was primarily a disheveled mass of black hair atop a sheet hastily wrapped toga-style around her lanky form.  Elsbeth passed a hand over her eyes and brow, trying to rub away the cobwebs for a moment.  Then the hand passed in front of her mouth as she yawned and then stretched.  Rolling her neck and shoulders caused a number of slightly disconcerting popping noises to emanate from various joints and her back.  She did seem slightly more awake, however, immediately following that.  She took in a deep breath as she entered the common room.

The raven-haired CMC Marine gave her assembled companions a slightly dopey smile and to each a mock salute or tilt of the head as she padded over to kitchen counter.  When she reached Balkiir, Elsbeth raised herself up on the balls of her feet to gain a couple of inches before planting a kiss on the large blue man's lips and ruffling his short cropped hair.  She seemed entirely insouciant to the presence of the others with respect to the public display of affection.  When she came up for air, Elsbeth playfully chided him, "How come I didn't get a personal wake-up call, Friend Balkiir?"  She stuck out her lower lip in a show of mock indignation.

But then she was forced to stifle another yawn and the slightly dopey smile returned to her face.  Pulling her fairly shoulder-length black hair into a short ponytail, the last of the Praetorians allowed the barcodes on the back of her neck to peek out.  She glanced in Trey's direction, feeling a vague kinship with the man.  Elsbeth dimly recalled hearing that he was a fellow genetically-engineered being; though obviously his makers intended him for a very different purpose then her makers had intended for her.  She doesn't really think about it too deeply though, tech-stuff was definitely not her forte; still, it would likely be good to talk the other GMO at some point.

She pulled two plates from the counter and started to load them, one for her and one for Balkiir.  She piled on a lot of food for both of them having worked up quite an appetite overnight.  While hot showers were to be savored and coveted, it seemed that sleep was quite often optional.  Once both plates were full, Elsbeth casually sat up on the counter itself and began to alternate feed herself and Balkiir.  It seemed necessary to her as the large Valkiir male was still busy cooking up a storm.
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T'risa stormed through the front door, throwing a datapad against the far wall. She looked sheepish and somewhat disgusted at herself when it didn't break. "Well everyone. I've been spending half of the night with the lawyers and I'm still unsure which way it will go. Technically by law of salvage we are entitled to the ships recovered on the planet, if they every rebuild Kronos, we'll also be entitled to quite a large lump sum. We're entitled to a hefty portion of any technology derivatives discovered on the ship that they want to use....but and this is a big but, if it's determined to be of Imperial security, we won't see a dime and in fact, they might just lock us up anyway in the interests of public safety." T'risa concentrated harshly on the datapad crunching it into tiny parts as she took her anger and frustration out on the pad. "On the other hand we are most certainly the honoured guests of those who run this establishment and half of the soldiers around here look ready to worship us as war heroes."

She walked over to a large sofa in the room and plopped onto it, resting her feet over the armrest. "Balkiir, I think I could use a Death by Breakfast...is that properly translated into Tae? We have a lot of work to do before they let us out of here....if they let us out of here and I'm starving. Given we managed to slow down the start of an intergalactic war for long enough for our forces to ramp up production and develop some technologies I think they wouldn't dare stop us."
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"Irie, M'kira. Lookin' fine today."

Greets the last of the Bredren - with a compliment thrown in - before gathering food for himself and sitting himself back down. Leaving off the question he was going to ask Balkiir, the bedreaded fellow quickly packs away his own lunch; Giving a smiling, mouth-full nod to Elsbeth when she joins as well. Food was important, in terms of keeping the body alive; At the same time, one learns to get it down the gullet quick, before something else comes up. No time to enjoy the taste. And then a datapad is thrown across the room.

Trey holds up his tray as protection against the violent obstacle, but it wasn't aimed for him. Not that it seemed to matter, as his grinning face pops back up a moment later after T'risa speaks. "Tat got I an' I bent from shape, mon?" He begins, pursing his lips. "If I want, I can slip out tee side hatch an' be makin' sho' tat I an' I be not lockable on tee dock arms, yah? So tat I an' I can get tee tail o' tee Crow outta tee way in one big hurry now, if tings go awry." He pauses again, and shares a glance with all the group.

"I gots some otter questions too, mon; Tee otter Bredren. Tink tere's some way too see where tee Bredren was stolen off too while I was nappin' in tee coffins? Before I joined tis crew."
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Leo was all blue... the boxers he now maneuvered in, the interior of their prison being reasonably secure against gene pirates... he really did look a different person in the scantest... well... almost scantest of clothes, and some ankle jewelry... there was also a choker made of a strip of cloth two inches wide red on one side green on the other, he had it folded over so both sides were exposed against the skin of his neck.  He hadn't gotten to know Trey well, but knew him relatively, "Hypnosis might give clues.  Tee or myself can probably help with that, I'm not sure how sound carries through cryo-chambers.  I generally use Dreaming on a more formal basis.  Speaking of which... Tee... You need to relax.  Yeah, it's the proverbial stableboy in me, who doesn't have much politics in life.  They aren't keeping us in here for long.  My last excuse will only hold out a few more days tops, and my mother will likely want to rent me out to some house or another for a week or so."

T'risa looked appalled and couldn't take her eyes off Leo. She coughed as she sipped at a mug of coffee when Leo waltzed in. "uh.... Leo, I think you need to wear more appropriate clothing. You look like a man of negotiable virtue. and by negotiable, I mean at low rates. You should change, it gives everyone the impression you only want one thing. You have your goodies out in full view of everyone. Your clothing barely covers it."

T'risa closed her eyes on the couch, sinking into the cushions "Trey. I've no idea how to find your brothers. My talent really lies in precognition and telepathy. Nothing else.....however, I still have Marshal authority. So write up everything you remember and I'll put in the details at the closest office and we'll see what turns up. It's not likely we'll receive anything for a few months or more."

"Patriarch D'Schbaag's academy of fine arts kickstand award all three years. Oddly as Leo I hold slightly more honors for fighting than documents exist honoring my... 'more masculine' nature.  Tee if you find my formal attire distastefull as ranking female present you have every right to demand I remove it. Or remove it yourself. I can file a rental form for you so nothing... untward can be assumed about us.  Only one of my official capacities requires a liscenced female to present breeding paperwork tomy mother... unless you ccount marriage."  he shrugged and with the fork gripped in his teeth he slipped his thumbs behind the waistband and smiled with a coy flush.

"...and I still am not going to.  I'm entitled to be just as comfortable as anyone else and with Els here in a sheet these staying up by themselves is a step up.  I'll cover if we have other guests but until then I'm airing out a bit. " That obstinant bit said, he retains his meager clothing, and goes back to eating his food.
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