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[Stephquiem]

Fiona smiles wryly. "Well, a good guess then."

She gives him a skeptical look, not sure she wants to know. "What exactly did 'public relations' entail?"

[Myitt]

"Recruiting, mostly," says Corliss with a pained look.  "And advertisements.  You know, making us look like less of a human cult and more of a blue-blooded community organization.  For the good of the country."  He smiles wanly.  "The usual rubbish."

He glances up at Fiona.  "You know about The Sharing, then.  Is that how you found out about all this?"

[Stephquiem]

"I wouldn't go so far as to say I that I know it. But... the people I heard about it from made me form some of my own suspicions." Fiona stares at a spot on the wall behind the bar for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. Then she shakes her head. "Which you just rather helpfully confirmed. And anyway, I already told you. I know what I know because I'm good at floating around undetected." She smiles, smug in the fact that he can't know what she means.

[Chad32]

Near Temrash's ship was another ship with its repair crew, consisting of four Human controllers and two Taxxon controlelrs. They noticed people entering Temrash's ship, and moved closer to investigate. One of the Humans walked near the hatch to see who was there, and what they were doing, but otherwise remained silent. The Human controllers were dressed in civilian clothes.

[Myitt]

Corliss huffs quiet laughter, shaking his head again. 

"You're an odd sort of human, aren't you?" he replies.  "No matter.  Keep your secrets, and I'll keep mine." 

He goes back to his drink, sipping thoughtfully from the grimy glass.

[Stephquiem]

Fiona shrugs. "I doubt your secrets would be of much interest to me, anyway." She yawns dramatically. "I'm only biding my time until I know what I want to do next, anyway."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem nodded, "It's been a long time since I've truly lost a friend, but I do remember what it's like. I'm sorry I didn't know these two better."

[KitsuneMarie]

Lights momentarily eclipsed by limbs and leaves indicate that a ship is ahead of Tora. She stops at the edge of the clearing, where the ship is now in full view, as well as Myitt and the man who had been walking beside her. Her proximity to the pair enables her to identify him as Salem, the man who had helped the bounty hunter. Hackles raised, Tora steps out of the forest, just as she realizes what the pair is carrying--and just as she notices a human approaching them.

[Terenia]

<<You destroyed one loose cannon for another,>> Efaen argues, <<And I do not care much for sympathy towards Terenia. Her actions were wholly her own. Even if you made the situation possible she still had the opportunity to resist and she did not. My immediate concern lies in future plans. I understand why you find my situation untrustworthy, but surely there is some solution. The rebellion manages to insert spies amongst Imperial ranks, after all. Those spies also face the same risks of a memory dump.>>

Efaen decides to avoid reiterating Terenia's current mental state any further. It is a concern, to be sure, but she does not want to be forced to separate from Terenia when she is her only ticket back to the Blade Ship. Instead, she prefers to leave on her own terms, when all other options have been exhausted.

When Mar approaches Efaen ignores him entirely. She does not have any use for the immortal; therefore he is of no concern to her. As he addresses Ossanlin and Efaen waits him to respond to her she keeps a close watch on the bar. One stalk eye lands on Corliss, who is speaking with a new patron - an unfamiliar girl. Efaen resolves to approach him next to clear up a few details.

[Myitt]

"Yes, well.  Forgive me for being so bold, but what are you waiting for?" Corliss asks, crossing his arms.  "I've spent enough time on the fringe to know that someone who talks like that is probably on the run, himself."

[Stephquiem]

"Well, considering I can't exactly go home, as I've already said I have no desire to be anyone else's host..." Fiona rolls her eyes. "I may as well find somewhere else to go." She waves a hand at the room in general. "As nice a place as this is," she adds dryly, "I don't think it'd do for a permanent residence."

She sniffs indignantly. "And I do not run."

[Myitt]

"Ah.  You were infested, at one point, then," Corliss says, nodding.  "How'd that work out, then?"  He smirks.

[Stephquiem]

Fiona tilts her head to the side. "Did you know you have this most unfortunate trait of assuming you know something? You really ought to work on that." She takes another sip of her drink. "I think you might be confused. 'Anyone else's host' can have more than one meaning." She considers it for a moment. "Perhaps I should have worded it differently." She shrugs. "In answer to your question, no. I was not. You're assuming that Yeerks are the only ones looking for hosts. Although most humans would probably use a different word than 'infested.' Sounds like a pest problem."

[Myitt]

"I understand the incongruities of the English language," Corliss says, eyeing Fiona squarely.  "And you're right, I think the verb 'to infest' is much nicer in my own language."  He sniffs.  "If there are other parasitic races looking for hosts, I certainly haven't come across any...but in this place..." 

He shrugs, finishing his drink.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Bear followed Vogefak like any normal dog would. He trotted along after him into the ship. There was no reasonfor anyone to suspect that he was anything other than a normal dog.