Arizhel looks back over her shoulder, eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't believe we've met," she replies, "And I don't know how you know my name. But from the looks of it, you've got enough trouble with women already. I sincerely hope you don't intend to start any with me." The Terran smirks, then turns away and continues toward the Comorrite Hub.
Able is leaning against the corridor wall down the leftmost tunnel, looking rather shocked to be sure, and Rish is headed past him toward the Comorrite Hub.
Ribas Salek waddles into the refugee enclave, fidgeting with a tool belt strapped around his waist.
Able stomps out his cigarette and kicks it into his hole-in-the-wall home, following after her, "Wait, Rish...! It's -me.-"
"Me who?" the Terran retorts. Rish stops, but doesn't turn around, closing her eyes and wearing a decidedly irritable expression. "There are untold billions of sentient life forms here, each one of which more than likely refers to him, her, or itself as 'me,' so you'll have to excuse me if that doesn't really narrow it down much as far as I'm concerned."
Ribas Salek stops as he gets his right paw tangled in one of the empty loops of the tool belt. He grunts, yanking, without much luck. He sighs, reaches over with his left hand, and pulls the loop one way while he wriggles the right paw free. Another grunt. Then he looks toward the drama now developing between the two outversers.
"It's..." Able seems about to speak, but his eyes go to Ribas, and a few others who look at them curiously, "...It's me."
Arizhel sighs and waves a hand dismissively. "Fine, fine. Interesting name you've got there, Mister Me," she grumbles, turning back. "Really. Must you play these silly games?" A nod is directed Ribas' way as the Terran notices he's watching. "Especially with people watching."
She and Able are down the leftmost corridor, the Terran apparently headed toward the Comorrite Hub. Ribas is nearby, watching the two outversers.
Ribas Salek takes his PDA from the tool belt wrapped around his waist, seeming to find that device more interesting than the confrontation between the two outversers. He taps a button, activating the display.
Naoi is wielding a tray, and burdened with domestic details. A tag, punched through a hole, identifies the potential receptient of her her occasional homecooking to be is Swiftfoot, Nelson Moss, and Andy Freddick.
Able shakes his head, "Just, fine, lets go somewhere a bit more private then." He doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the gathering of people, as he moves for the Commorrite Hub.
Ribas Salek sighs, shaking his head and muttering, "Outversers." He watches Able and Arizhel stomping off.
"Evening, Miss Cloth," Rish greets the Fastheldian, waving as well to go with it. She's halted there by Able stalking off, and simply stares after the man, obviously confused. "...Huh. What a weirdo." She glances toward Ribas then, and gives a small, wry smile. "I know. Stars above, do I ever know. Sometimes I wish I didn't."
Virvril emerges from the Comorrite Hub just as Able makes his way out. He earns a glance and a soft hiss as Virvril steps aside for him to pass, then he resumes heading into the enclave proper.
"Oh, Miss Rish..." Naoi responds to the greeting, watching Abel move along with a cautious quirk of an eyebrow. The curious look is adapted in her study of Ribas, before she shrugs and turns to face the human woman. "I am sorry to bother you, but do any of these names sound familiar? I am trying to deliver a homecooked meal to each of them... but I am having trouble locating any of them."
Arizhel looks at the list of names, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "Mmmm. Demarians all look the same to me, honestly. You might ask Tiana, though. I think she said she's got one on her crew." She looks thoughtfully at the surrounding habitats, finally picking one out and pointing. "Nelson lives there, if I'm not mistaken. The other one I've never heard of, sorry."
Virvril offers a glance to Arizhel and Naoi with a nod of his head as he draws further into the enclave and nearer to them.
"Over there?" Naoi asks, looking to the homice in question. Then she offers a small smile, "Thank you, it is a start at least. How have you been?" Virvril's approach from behind her is yet unnoticed.
"Well, thank you," the Terran replies, nodding at Naoi. "I've been over on the Svajone. I'm Miss Amherst's personal aide now." Rish chuckles quietly at that. "That means I'm part dueling partner, part translator, and part coffee..." She trails off there, staring openly at Virvril.
"Greetingsssss." Virvril says. "How doesss thissss day find you?"
"I remember Miss Amherst, I hope she is doing well in her new home." Naoi responds cautiously before turning sharply and studying Virvril. "Oh, Light's Blessing... sir."
Arizhel blinks, obviously taken a bit aback. "...I am well, thank you," she replies after a few moments, still trying to compose herself. "And yourself?" She glances aside to Naoi, almost as if gauging the Fastheldian's reaction to the sauroid.
"Assss well assss can be expected in current circumsssstancessss." Virvril says. "Each day presssentssss itssss own challengessss, but the reward issss ssssurvival, and life goesss on." A soft tail tap accompanies this statement.
The Fastheldian doesn't seem to realize that the little saurion is of a particular warmaking, bloodthirsty race. Her expression is neutral and mostly pleasant. "Very wise, Master."
Ribas Salek shifts his dark-eyed gaze to observe the Nall. His fangs clack together and his leathery nose twitches.
"Quite," the Terran agrees. Rish shifts her weight from one foot to the other, still clearly at least somewhat uncomfortable. "Wise indeed." She purses her lips a bit. "Survival is about all we can hope for right now, I think."
Virvril nods his head slightly. "Until opportunitiessss presssent themssselvesss." he says. "That is sssssomething I am looking for with each passssing day."
"Survival is not all we can have," Naoi says, offering a smile for each. Though, as always, it does not quite reach her eyes. She awkwardly shuffles the tray, then attempts to put her hand on Vril's shoulder. "We have each other, Otherversers, and that is a family of tragedy... and that forms bonds that can stand many trials."
"Survival is something a dumb livestock animal settles for," the Llivori opines, switching off his PDA and sliding it into one of the loops of his tool belt.
Arizhel chuckles quietly. "More wise words," she agrees then, nodding at Naoi. "What I meant was we can't hope for a quality of life approaching what we left behind. Yet. Eventually, perhaps." She smiles. "Though I must admit, Svajone is rather nice. Crowded, yes, but nice."
Virvril nods, with a glance to Ribas. "When one hassss been placed in the unknown, one can only hope for sssurvival until an underssstanding of the environment and the culture can be obtained. Sssslowly, that issss coming. Until then, I am content with it." he says, with a nod to Arizhel. "Yessss... one day, that life may once again be lived, but ssssomething new mussst take itssss place in the interim."
Naoi is silent in the face of the continued conversation, once more holding the tray with both hands.
Ribas Salek tilts his snout, considering the reptiloid. "Are you employed?"
"Mmm. It probably won't be the same," the Terran observes, "Though it will be comparable, if all goes well." Rish shifts her gaze to Naoi, then. "And how have you been? I didn't ask earlier, and you have my apologies for that."
Virvril looks to Ribas. "Pressssently, I am not. That issss one of the opportunitiessss that I sssseek."
"What spacefaring experience do you have?" Ribas inquires of the Nall. "Any freighter work in your background? Comfortable on long space voyages?"
"I am obviously healthy if I can walk around, and I have learned to... push the bad away, I suppose." Naoi responds, "Simple pleasures, whenever you can find them. Can make a large difference." The Fastheldian is standing near Arizhel with a tray with three plates, while Ribas is speaking with the Nall.
Arizhel just blinks at Naoi for a few moments. "Push the bad away?" she asks, her head tilting slightly. "I'm not quite sure I know what you mean. I'm glad you're doing well, in any case."
Virvril turns to face Ribas fully. "My background issss military in nature. I am quite comfortable with long ssssspace voyages, for indeed I wassss born on a vessssel."
Ribas Salek blinks, his mouth broadening into a feral-looking smile. "Military? A leadership position, perhaps?"
Silvereye strolls into the refugee's corner of the Comorrite hub. He looks a little frazzled but is wearing a wide, almost loopy grin on his features. His fingers go to the back of his head where they muss through the spiky fur there.
"I just mean you learn to close your eyes and take in only what you choose to accept." Naoi responds, "I suppose I should speak with Master Moss. Excuse me."
"Quite. Good day then," Rish calls after Naoi, then turns to regard the Nall and the Llivori curiously, hands clasped behind her back.
Virvril nods with a bit of a hiss. "Indeed. Lieutenant Colonel, and firssssst officer."
"How do you feel about Opodians?" the Llivori asks. "Easily offended by Kamir goddess worshippers?"
Silvereye is moving towards his domicile, giving the main area a wide berth before he disappears inside.
Arizhel looks between the still-conversing pair briefly, then gives a parting nod, heading off toward the Comorrite Hub once more.
Virvril narrows his eyes a bit, and he lets out a bit of a harsh hiss, and his tail slaps loudly against the floor. "It issss the Kamir who did thissss to usss, and it issss them I blame for thissss. Thosssse who put them in sssssuch high essssteem are to be dessspissssed."
Ribas Salek chuckles. "We should talk more at length about having you work aboard the Nostril."
Amanda comes walking through the area with the rapid pace of someone who knows where she is headed.
After a few moments Silvereye pushes back the curtain leading to his domicile and with small bag in hand steps back out into the refugee enclave.
"It ssssoundssss intriguing." Virvril says. "And I am, of coursssse, in the market for sssssusssstenance."
"I am seeking a crew," the Llivori replies. "One of the available positions is for that of a crew leader. Second in command, effectively." He ponders for a moment, then extends a paw. "Captain Ribas Salek. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Virvril takes the offered paw and shakes it. "The pleassssure isss mine, ssssir." he says with a nod. "I am Vir of hatch Vril. You can conssssider me an applicant for your crew. There issss ssssomething to be sssaid about working in familiar conditionsssss."
"You are a Nall?" Ribas asks. "I trust you can see past any violence I may have committed against your kind when they were pressed into service by the Hivers? I acted in defense of B'hira. Several Nall were among the forces thrown against the B'hiri over the years."
Amanda smiles as she comes to a halt at Silvereye's "doorstep" just as he emerges 'Good evening, Ambassador, i'm glad to have caught you, but don't wish to keep you from something important. when would be a good time for that coffee
Silvereye blinks as Amanda comes up in front of him. "Ah, Ms. Ramlan." He greets her, his wide smile remaining. "I'm been a little busy these past few days but I'd be more than happy to meet with you whenever it's convenient?"
Virvril nods. "Resssst asssured, I bear no ill will for that. The Hiverssss were ruthlessss, and thossse under their control had no choice. They fought, or they perisssshed. I can only hope that they died a warrior'sssss death, and with honor."
Amanda hms 'now is as good a time as any. Odd jobs do their part keeping kira and I but I long to do something that gives a true sense of purpose and secures us a true home here."
"I have some maintenance work to complete on the Nostril," Ribas tells the Nall. "In two days, however, I would like for you to come aboard for a formal interview. If you could, bring recommendations for potential crew to report to you. Engineers. Cooks. Cargo management. Even a pilot. We can use them all."
"Well I'm not sure there's much hope of that in this work." Silvereye replies to Amanda. "But I can spare some time. My bondmate just gave birth to kits but they're still under observation at the free hospital."
Virvril nods. "I ssssshall be there. You have my thanksssss for the opportunity."
Ribas Salek bobs his snout, then turns and heads for the hatch.