((MEANWHILE in the ship, Sub and Myitt have a little heart-to-heart. For your amusement, OOC knowledge, since there's no way anyone could have Sub's ship bugged.))
The inside of the ship is dark for a moment, until it powers up. There's the typical grass floor, trimmed to OCD precision, along with a hologram of the sky, the earth sky, along the ceiling. The outside of the ship might have seemed old and crumpled, but everything inside was shiny and new, decked out in the best that anyone could barter or buy. The controlls, the chairs, the small living area, everything, was in perfect order and seemed no more than a few months old. Sub turns around, her arms outstretched, then turns to Myitt,"Whatchya think?"
Myitt glances up at the Earth sky hologram and steps around on the grass. "Very nice," she says appreciatively. "Thank goodness I don't have hayfever." She smiles. "It's nice to see the inside of one of these things again. And I bet this thing can kick the palps off of any of their attempts at interior decoration. Oooo, how did you modify their neural interface controls?" She steps over to the control panel, looking things up and down.
Sub laughs and walks over beside her, running a hand lightly, affectionatly, over the fimilar controls. "A lot of time and even more bugging the right people." She fiddles with a couple of things, a few lights going dark on the control screen, and she sighs, pausing before she says,"Myitt, I'm in trouble."
"Yeah?" Myitt eyes Sub, then sits down in the weapons seat, leaning forward. "What's wrong? Can I help you with whatever it is?"
Sub tweaks a few more controls and a chair rises up out of the floor in the command seat. She sits down heavily,"Nah, don't think so. I'm, uh, hell." she looks down and reaches up, scratching the back of her head,"Well, I guess -I'm- not, but, well, Nikki, ****, not just her either." She lets her hand flop to her side and she looks square at Myitt as she says,"We're pregnant."
Myitt sits back, hands behind her head. "Yeah, you know, I kind of figured," she says with a bit of a grin. "All that yakkin'. Either the world's worst lactose intolerance, or...well. Congratulations? But how the hell are you going to have a kid, in the middle of all this?" She waves her arm around at the spaceship interior. "And assuming this isn't the second coming of that guy with the sandals, who's the child's father?"
Sub laughs a little, looking relieved in finally able to tell someone,"Yeah, kinda easy to tell right now. That's the reason I'm hanging out at the Bar. And I don't know. I know this is no place for a kid. And, well, the kid's father, heh, you're going to kick me for this one, probably. He's a grass eater."
"Hell no, I'm not gonna kick a pregnant chick," Myitt says with a grin, leaning over and hugging Sub at arm's length, patting her on the back. "I gotta tell you, I don't know why you'd do such a thing, getting in a relationship with...you know. Let alone how you convinced him. I'm sure it was all Nikki, wasn't it?" She smiles slyly. "But hey. He didn't run out on you, did he?"
Sub laughs and shakes her head, giving her friend a hug back,"Ya know, when you're around them all time time, you find a few good ones. This one, he was one of my earlier arisths. Made it to Prince already. Has medic training. We've gone on some missions together, and kinda, well, hit it off, so to say. Nikki even likes him a bit, even if she's not as enthusiatic as I am about 'im. Anyway, just so you don't have this strange vision of a half-human/half-andalite creature thing, he does have a human frolis maneuver morph for when... umm...." she, for maybe the first time in her life, blushes a little,"Yeah. Get more personal."
"Yeah, I figured that much," Myitt says dryly. "Well does he have a name, or do you just call him Prince?"
Sub composes herself once again and waggles her eyebrows at Myitt a little,"Well, we might call -something- Prince." and she laughs a little,"Jelendor-Elleancy-Targan."
"Where's this Jelendor now?" Myitt asks. "He does know about this, doesn't he?"
Sub sighs, looking tired all of a sudden,"He's back on a dome ship, and yeah, he knows. He's the one that first checked us out when we started getting sick. That's how I'm able to keep this quiet. He... he offered to defect. We could run away, hide on Earth or one of their colonies somewhere. He's offered to become a nonthlit and see if we can have a normal life. I guess I'm here hiding from him. That type of commitment, that... I dunno, -finality-, it scares the **** out of me, Myitt. It scares me more than the Empire and the Andalite High Command. Combined."
Myitt laughs. "Hence why I've been sort of...alone, all this time," she says, grinning. She tilts her head a bit. "I suppose it isn't fair to Tara, she did have a boyfriend back home." She sighs. "But the war complicates everyone's lives. I don't know if you remember my brother Corliss Three-Eight-Two, but he's got a kid now. His host, Mike, and Eleanor-slash-Estril Four-Nine-One. Little sprout's name is Jules. And you'd better believe I gave him hell for bringing an innocent child into a life like ours." She traces little patterns on the floor with her booted toe. "But these things happen. I guess it really is a war thing. Finality." She shrugs. "Makes you want to keep on living, you know?"
Sub sighs, staring at the floor,"I guess. I live for the fight, Myitt. I don't know anything else. What am I going to do with a kid? Jelen is overjoyed. He hates the war, he hates the fight that I thrive on." She looks around the ship, a solid representation of all she's built, all she's worked for. She says quietly,"Can you imagine me trying to be a ****ing mom? What sort of cosmic wreck would that be?"
Myitt smiles mirthlessly. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to inflict my parenthood upon anyone, that's for sure. But I suppose you can learn. Or...well, you are going to have it...right? I mean, there are other options..." She shrugs. "If you do go through with this, you'll know what to do. Or you'll screw the kid up, what's the worst that could happen?" She tries to make light of the situation, but ends up just sighing again.
Sub looks up and grins at her,"I don't think I would come out whole if I had to tell Jelen that I did something to get rid of the kid. He loves it already. And, damnit, I couldn't do that to him. Get this, he's even the one bastard I can't lie to. I mean, I could always find another host, but finding someone to help out Nikki would be difficult, along with all she knows... and I couldn't just leave her and keep her in a hospital somewhere the whole time. That's just not right." She shakes her head slowly, looking up, watching the holographic coulds drift across the fake blue sky,"Nah, I'm having it, and I'm keeping it. Just have to figure out a way to keep Contrana off my back."
"Let me guess, your War-Prince? Or is that a video game?" Myitt says, snurking.
Sub laughs,"Yeah, my War-Prince. Remember, he would come into the Bar in the old days sometimes and attack me? Never could pin me down. Still can't match me, either."
Myitt glances at the ceiling, searching her memory. "I think I remember, yeah. That jackass's your boss?" She crows laughter. "Man, irony's a ****."
Sub laughs some more,"Seriously! I think the bastard did it on purpouse, just to get at me. He's the one pushing for my 'promotion'."
"Does he know about all this? Any chance he's just looking out for your well being, or at least the well being of your host?"
She shakes her head,"Nope. I'd go to their version of jail if they found out I was messing with another officer. And Jelen, too."
"Ah, that's very human of them. At least in the Empire you're cheerfully put to death if you're found to be, as you say, 'messing' with anyone, in an affectionate way," Myitt says, amused. "Yes, war is peace, freedom is slavery, happiness is...death?"
Sub laughs,"Something like that. Dunno what to do when I start showing, though. Not like I can hide it in this thing." she pulls the almost elastic, tight-fitting uniform off her arm a little and lets it snap back into place.
"Tell the pompous old grass eater to suck it, you're having a kid, and he'd better be able to deal with it," Myitt says, twirling idly in the weapons seat. She glances at the hatchway. "Think anyone's curious where we ran off to?"
Sub laughs,"They're probably having dirty thoughts about some sort of host swap or something of that nature."
"Yes, that's the way we slugs roll," Myitt snickers. "Come on, let's go back to the party. I'd watch out for that bounty hunter guy, I don't trust bounty hunters as far as I can throw them. Don't say anything too loud."
Sub snerks,"Before I joined up with the Andalite's gig I piratically was a bounty hunter. How you think I got up to Sub-Visser in the first place? I suck at kissing ass. I could probably make any one of those guys look like first year amateurs." her Andalite-gained ****iness coming through.
"Yeah, exactly, I don't trust bounty hunters," Myitt says staunchly. "Doesn't matter if they're friends or not. If that's their current job, their word is as good as their next paycheck." She smiles, standing up and stretching. "But hey, listen, you know you and Nikki always have a place to go, as long as the base is standing. And you can always link me. Anytime. I never sleep." Her smile broadens as she looks around. "Now how do we get outta this thing?"
Sub laughs and, after another silent command, the door slowly opens,"There ya go. I think I'm going to chill in here for a while, do some more heavy thinking."
"Alright. You do that. Don't let me go back and drink," Myitt laughs, stepping out of the ship into the night air.
Sub closes the door behind her, then flips a few of the controls, some of the lights flickering on again. There's a quick alarm of an incoming call, and she grins a bit to herself as she accepts it. Sub swivles the chair around to face an Andalite, who smiles warmly at her <Good evening, Sub.>
Sub reclines a bit, locking her hands behind her head, unable to stop the smile forming on her face,"Good evening, Jelen."
