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[General Squall Leonhart]

He noticed the coloring of her skin and recognized it as a blush. She was obviously flattered at his compliment which pleased him. He thought of how to word his question with out sounding rude then decided that blunt honesty would be the best way. "Well I am wondering if there is a special reason why you resemble humans?" Although he tried hard to hide it, there was still a rage in his voice when he spoke the word 'human'.

"I would also like to know if you are a warrior species? Forgive me, but you seem like you are more of a royalty class then warrior." He inclined his head as he spoke his last statement to indicate that he meant no offense.

[Midnight_Huntress]

She nibbled on her lower lip slightly out of habit as she thought about it. "Actually, I'm not quite sure....It wasn'y until one of the humans many years ago had found a way into our world did we know about humans, other than of course trading with them through natural gates." she said and clicked her tongue against her teeth, the Elves way to shrug. Less demeaning. "I am well equipped and experienced with fighting should the need come, but I am of noble blood. A Domana." she said using her languages word for the nobles class. "The Sekasha guard us when we can not ourselves or need assitance."

[General Squall Leonhart]

He was intrigued when she said she could fight even though she was a noble. "How equipped and experienced in battle are you? I also wonder what 'Sekasha' is and where yours is? I ask simply out of concern"

He smiled slightly, realizing he had almost forgotten their deal about questions. "I believe that is enough questions from me and it is your turn to inquire about me."

[Midnight_Huntress]

"I am trained with a long bow and Blade as well as throwing daggers. Sekasha are our Beholden. Like...humans say....body guards. And as for the three that have vowed to me....I do not know. Nor do I know how I got here, but I suspect a gate..." she said trying to think it through. When he mentioned it was her turn with a small chuckle she gave another smile and a soft laugh.

"I have to inquire as to what you are as well. You are nothing like I have seen before. And I thought Elfhome was a mystery to discover." she said gently, her curiosity brightening.

[General Squall Leonhart]

"I am a Reln. I reside on the planet Vnehka or 'Fringe' in English. The Reln are also an aquatic and land species, that is we have regular lungs, but we also possess gills which allow us to reside underwater." As he spoke this last he moved the facemask that wrapped around his neck away to reveal his gills on the side of his neck.

After showing the gills to Jade he replaced the mask over the gills. "There are many different Relnian societies on Fringe. Some are fishermen and others are hunters. There are very few Warriors as they are not needed now that there is peace among the societies." He looked down at the table and his spots turned a dull gray in color. "I am the only Reln that has left Fringe. I often miss it." He said in a sad tone. Lucan looks back up at Jade with a smile on his face as his spots turn dull pink again. "Although if I had not left, I might never had the honor to meet such a beautiful being."

"Is there anything else you wish to ask of me?"

[Midnight_Huntress]

She understood the sadness of missing home. And the gills fascinated her, puting a sparkle of excitement to light behind her eyes. She kept her hands under the table in fear of reaching out to touch them. Then he called her beautiful and there was no stopping the blush. She swore it started in her toes and went all the way up to her ears. "Oh...Uh...." she said actually stumbling for something to say. That had never happened before. "How old are you?" she asked.

[General Squall Leonhart]

When he saw her deep blush and heard her stutter he could not contain his smile. He smiled broadly which exposed his teeth, which resembled razor-sharp spikes and his spots turned black. His smile looked menacing, but it appeared friendly.

"Well I am fifty years of age although a Reln lifetime is around one thousand years so I am considered quite young." Lucan looked at Jade with a mischievous smile and said "I would inquire as to your age, however I am not sure I want to test your efficiency in battle." He paused briefly before continuing "Or do I?" His smile becoming even broader and chuckling a little, his laugh sounding like trickling waterfall.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim looks up at Salem, the half-finished burger in his hands. "If I'd known you were buying, I'd've ordered a bigger burger," he remarks, setting his paltry meal down on his place.

He surveys the case and its owner a long moment, and then grins toothily. "To answer your question," Illim says, swinging around on his stool to face Salem, "I'll first admit I haven't known him all that long and then posit that it's just you."

[Chad32]

<<Sounds like a good time to order a few more burgers, and a drink, then.>> Derrel said when he heard Salem, showing again that he liked just about anyone who would give him one of life's basic necessities. He didn't have anything to say about corliss, though. Never a good thing to talk about your boss behind his back.


Claxter decided to go back outside, due to all the chatter going on inside. If anything, he could find a way to watch Corliss without being obvious about it. He walked Towards Ossanlin, slowly catching up to Serid because of how slow Humans walked compared to Andalites. Or was he walking that slowly on purpose?

[Myitt]

Corliss' grip on the Dracon weapon tightens.  "Right," he jeers, "so you're just going to ask me to call up my brother, my highly volatile and wanted brother, to meet with you face-to-face about why she was present when you died.  Isn't it obvious you won't like the answer?  Or do you ask simply out of a perverse hope that you can change the course of events that happened here?  As for your reassurances, you can keep them.  I wouldn't trust the word of a Sub-Visser if my life depended on it."  He hesitates before continuing, lowering the Dracon to his side.  "I haven't seen Terenia in some time. Sorry."

[RAFrukh]

|THETA-PI
We walked with the Claxter unit as he did.

Claxter, why does the Ossanlin unit trust us so little?
|OGREON
Just then, the strange humanoid in a cloak, and elegant fluid creature, entered the conversation. She was fluent with her words, she almost sounded like a diplomat. A well-seasoned diplomat. Ogreon was jealous of her smooth speech.

"Well then, I beg your forgiveness. I will leave you two to your deliberations, as you are obviously busy. Ghaddie.", he finished with a Klunti(His language) twist, meaning goodbye.

He walked back to Van and tried to see what had happened since he left.

[Terenia]

<I believe I have sufficient supplies for the time being,> Efaen says, grateful that the tension between herself and her Prince seems to have passed. <Warrior Claxter graciously offered me the use of one of his Shredders, and I have Terenia's comm link still. I believe it can pick up Andalite transmissions, despite its Imperial origins.>

She notices Serid and Claxter emerging from the bar and shifts her hind legs, almost as eager to stay away from them as they are her. <Thank you for your help, my Prince,> Efaen says quickly, bowing her stalk eyes and lowering her tail respectfully. She turns, then, and makes her way towards Claxter.

<Warrior Claxter,> she says, a little too stiffly. <Did you happen to note where the Yeerk Corliss went?>


<It seems that the human was right about this Yeerk,> Zorish mutters to Tamora. <He appears to be quite volatile himself.>

<I don't like him,> Tamora says nervously. <What if he shoots us?>

<I do not think that he will,> Zorish says, although he has nothing to base this assumption on besides his gut feeling. <Ah well, we won't get anywhere standing here glaring at one another. Time to gamble.> Fixing Corliss with a stiff smile he reaches down to his Dracon with his right hand, holding his left up in a 'surrender' position.

"I am not going to shoot," he says, slowly pulling the weapon from its home. He turns it around in his hand, offering it to Corliss butt end first.

<What are you doing!?> Tamora screeches, loudly enough to make Zorish flinch slightly.

"There," he says calmly. "I am clearly no threat to you. I am offering you my weapon; I have no guards. Sub-Visser I may be in name, but here on this rock? So far from the Empire? I am just another Yeerk." He lets the weapon dangle from his fingers, waiting to see if Corliss will accept the offering.

"As for my interest in your brother...well, put yourself in my situation. If you discovered that you had died when you were clearly not dead, would it not pique your own interest? Wouldn't you want to uncover the truth of the situation? I cannot change what has already happened, but if the humans are correct and this is a meeting of time lines, perhaps I can prevent a similar situation from occurring in my time. Forgive me for holding my own life in high regard."

[Chad32]

You're a complete stranger to him, and you look quite different from other Andalites. Your mechanical parts likely put him off, though I've told him you were captured and had all that forced on you. If you give him time, and promise not to try to assimilate anyone else, I'm sure he'll trust you in time. I haven't gotten around to telling him what you did to me, though I'll have to mention it when he has a spare moment. Just be patient,stay where I can monitor you, and don't take aggressive actions against anyone without permission unless it's in self defense.

<He went inside the bar, and is talking to Zorish. He still hasn't put his weapon away. I just...nevermind. Be careful. Did you ask Prince Ossanlin if he even knows exactly where the rebel base is? I don't suppose there was a way to smuggle a tracker with you? Perhaps in your shredder, or the belt you wear.>

[RAFrukh]

|THETA-PI

We acknowledged the Claxter unit.

Our hyperadrenal store is almost complete. When it is complete we will be able to hyperstimulate our biofunctions. The nanoprobes are very efficient at their work.

[Terenia]

<Zorish?> Efaen repeats. <That is the Yeerk that controlled Terenia's sister, is it not? I was under the assumption that he was deceased. Unless it is a different Zorish. No matter.> Efaen, who had not seen Zorish/Tamora enter the bar earlier, shrugs the information off as irrelevent. <Prince Ossanlin surely has some idea of the base's location. Regardless, he will speak with their leader before I take my leave. As far as trackers are concerned...> Efaen stands a little taller, <I have had my share of tracers and trackers with the Empire. I do not wish to be tagged yet again, however it would be beneficial if a method of communication between myself and my Prince could be arranged.>