Station 7 (Post-War Space Station RP, Open)

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus.
Better live to kill another day, than die and kill never more.

Garatus took a deep breath, though his fangs still were ever present in his rage. His arms extended straight to the sides with flat open palms before he raised his hands in the air. He would not kneel. Not for them, not for anyone. His arms were brought back and restrained with the damn 'cuffs' the humans were so fond of, before being shoved off in the direction of the cells by the guards. He looked back as he was hustled along, looking at his children. They would have restitution. For now he walked side by side with one being he hated most in the entire Galaxy, the entire Universe for Rukt's sake! He let out a low yet audible growl the entire way there, his claws grating against the metal of the restraints.

He was initially lead into the Jiralhanae cell block, a loud ruckus ensuing from those whom were being detained. It was a combination of the introduction of an unknown individual and the strong emotional scents he was giving off. He realized something was wrong when he was suddenly diverted to a different section, which he realized to be the section for Humans. He was cautiously released into his cell before the door was slammed shut behind him and the energy field raised, and the guards quickly moved off just to be on the safe side. He roared and slammed his fists into the energy field, doing quite a bit of damage to their strength, since they were intended for holding weak little humans.

Garatus looked over at his enemy, the Mike, and growled loudly with his fists still resting against the force field. Garatus pulled the metal framed bed across the cell and sat on it, glaring over at Mike with his fangs thrust from his lips. "I hope your happy" Garatus said as he crossed his arms and huffed.

[Faclan]

Posn Tes - Daughter of Nek Dal (Age - 26)
ZZZzzzZZZ.

Still seated against the side of the Noodle stand as Garatus and Mike were carefully led away. Mike in normal handcuffs being escorted by a Human and Sangheili and the Chieftain in black Mono-filament ones that could hold a creature of his strength and being escorted by the only two Jiralhanae guards at the scene. It wasn't until Keiji called out that the female was still there that a Human was sent back to retrieve the knocked out bird. Grabbing Posn's wrist and waist the Sangheili guard hoisted her up and over his shoulder as her feet and arms hung and swayed a little as the Sangheili picked up her data-pad and slipped it into a belt pouch before carrying the T'vaoan off.

Going a different direction than the other guards the Sangheili walked until he had entered the mostly Kig-Yar dominated sector, ignoring the odd and sometimes hateful looks he was getting as he ducked into the medical building. A quick explanation of the events that took place made the female T'vaoan in charge of the place nod and Posn was transferred from Sangheili shoulder to T'vaoan shoulder as her effects were handed over as well. The Sangheili made sure to tell her that the T'vaoan may be called upon after checked out for injuries in the incident turned out to be larger than a fight, but the Mistress in charge of the building just nodded and shooed the Sangheili off as she carried Posn into the back room and carefully laid her down on an empty nest before a few Kig-Yar started to carefully look her over for injuries.

They nodded a bit as they activated the pad she came with and found out who she was and who her father was. The unconscious girl getting good treatment as the expense was charged to Nek's account and he was informed of what had happened. But besides a bump on the head she seemed fine, and from the state of her feathers they just came to the conclusion that she was exhausted - probably not slept for a day at lease. So they pulled the privacy curtain around the nest and left Posn to sleep - quiet little pheeps and cheeps coming from the nest as Posn shifted around before slipping into a proper sleep curled up like a little chick.

(She'll be there for awhile I think P: .)


Christopher Hyde - Former ONI, now Ambassador on Station (Age - 59)
Oh you two. (Llau) (BetaWülf)

Sighing a bit as he watched Mike and Garatus led off on the security Cameras Chris tapped a few buttons and requested that they both be kept in cells near each other. So he could try to reach some kind of compromise between the two before they had a murder on their hands. And knowing both of them pretty well Chris would prefer to keep them both alive. But it was pretty easy to decide on the Human section for them both to be kept. It would be nearly impossible to hear anything in the Jiralhanae section and he didn't want to subject that to Mike. At least not when he was having a regression of those memories. Nodding as the order was received Chris left one of the many security rooms, patting the young Sangheili operator on the shoulder and telling him good job, before heading toward the jail. But then he stopped himself and stuck his head back in as he gave quick instructions on what the officers should do about Garatus' children while their father was dealt with.

It was times like this Chris was glad that he had never had any serious relationship. Besides, his work at ONI and certainly after it kept him plenty busy that having something like that would be near impossible. And he could also be content with the knowledge that all those ya-hoos at ONI that had called him 'ghey' for not wanting to go after the 'ladies' were all in some state of torment these days. And now Mike was too. Moving through the busy intersections of the station Chris stopped off at a Jiralhanae meat stall and purchased himself a leg of Thorn Beast. Taking little nibble of it was he walked he had barely made a dent in it before finally arriving at the jail. It wasn't hard to follow the general smell of all that fur to where they were being kept as Chris just calmly walked into the room and took a good bite out of his hunk of meat as he nodded at both of them. Pulling a wheely spinny chair out from near the door he dragged it behind himself before setting it between the two cells of his friends. Taking a seat he slowly turned the chair around, finishing the meat in his mouth. Before nodding first at Garatus then at Mike.

"Evening mai friends," he started, smiling a bit despite the very real rage between them as he took another bite from his hunk of meat. "Always a pleasure to eat real stuff like this and to see you both. Just so you are aware you are both in here overnight for knocking out Posn during your little dispute."

Turning directly to face Garatus he took a more serious expression as he nodded. "Don't worry about your youngin's Garatus, I imagine right now they are pounding on the other Jiralhanae in your section of the station in one of your training areas. They will be watched to make sure they are alright - but they seemed to have some tension they needed to release and I hope that's an alright arrangement. If you want me to do something different all you need to do is ask."

Taking another few bites he spun the chair around to face Mike and nodded at him. "Hey Grand-pa," he snickered a bit before continuing. "I'm pleased that you were eager to help Posn check her info, you know how important knowing that is to the Kig-Yar I assume. But old wounds have been opened today, for both of you."

Taking another few bites he sighed a bit before pointing at them both in turn with the hunk of meat. "And we need to get this sorted out so one of you don't end up dead as I know you both have a lot of sway here and if you don't do it yourself you could get someone else to do the deed for you. So, lets get to talking and see what comes out of that shall we?"

(Hopefully alright for you two P: If you want me to change anything I will.)

Justin - Human individual. (Age - 31)
Finally...hopefully less issues. (AlphaWolf)

Justin just nodded as he watched the detective leave, muttering all sorts of rude things once he had finally left the room. The shipment today was going to be handled incorrectly because he wasn't there. And incorrectly handled meant the shipment may be damaged or dropped, and then security may find out what the is actually being moved through Earth's Bounty. But he just kept up grumbling, trying to look on the bright side that at least the detective was gone as the other Human finally arrived and handed him a communicator to report into work. Trying to smile at the other officer he made the call.

"Hey Boss...A Kig-Yar attempted to rob me and now I'm in an interrogation room giving an incident report. There's a shipment of medicine being delivered today though, so be careful with that as its sensitive stuff. I'll be back as soon as possible."


Ras, formally of nest Kha - Kig-Yar pick-pocket (Age - 15)
Still alive? (AlphaWolf)

Still looking at the floor with his hands clasped in front of him Ras didn't move much when the Human spoke at him, as he couldn't understand what was being said. But a computer voice repeated what was said in his language a few seconds after. Which made Ras look up a little but he didn't attempt to rise. "Not kill me...but you'll shove me in a box and send me off the station!" He stammered out quietly, the computer translation for everyone as he looked at the Human and the hand for a little before Ras finally did something. Licking his teeth a little he slowly got up and backed away from Don slowly, finally making his way over to the far side chair and sitting down. Trying to keep his breathing under control as he sat there.

"Ok ok I'm here I...I'll do whatever you say Sir."


Kael Gel - Commodore of Gel (Age - 69)
I remember you! (MrKill)

Seated in one of the many cafeterias around Station 7 Kael was enjoying one of the few times she didn't have to put on a facade to appeal to the news. Rather she could just enjoy a nice cup of Tea as, as she had suspected, there were very few Kig-Yar in the mostly Human dominated section of the station. The female seated at a table by herself, eyes mostly closed, as a rather large steaming cup sat beside her as she read over some reports on her data-pad.

These days Kael was a very stark contrast to the way she was before the war. A run in with the most hated of ONI had turned out to be just what she needed, as the Human Mike had led her directly to the captain of the Prowler that had murdered her daughter. The Captain just happened to be Mike's father, but luckily for Kael they shared no love for each other, so Kael was able to drive her blades into him without any problems. After her chick had finally been avenged and no more Covenant or cause to force her to fight Kael had set her sights of repairing the damaged bridges in her life. First was her Mother, not long for the world when Kael finally returned to Eyan - but several nights by her Mama's bedside getting her whatever she needed and reformed the bond and Kael never left until Zaat was send on the final voyage to Aecor. With her Mama's passing Kael was swore in as Commodore of Gel, and began to lead her large clan into this new galactic age whilst also fixing the last large bridge in her life, Roh.

They had fought together during the closing years of the war, working together well enough against the Human enemy but had never really sat down to talk through their differences as Kael could never get over her mission during the war. But with the war finished and Qesa avenged Kael was finally able to sit down with her son and talk through their mutual hatred. It was a slow process, but in time they had also reforged their relationship and set a new course for Gel before the clan fell apart. Not for lack of leadership as Kael was more than capable to lead with her Mama's teachings and with Roh and the rest of her family at her side, but fall because of no enemy to fight so Kael had hundreds of blood thirsty warriors eager for battle but no battle.

To that end Kael, with assistance from her family, had formed the 'Sailors of Eyan' Corporation. Essentially a large mercenary and work company accepting contracts from all over the universe. Their services ranging from guards, to paid warriors, and supply runners, and even artifact and ship rescue. Nearly all the Asteroid and Surface Clans contributed their skills and clan members to the company, Kael working closely with Nek several times, to try and get the Kig-Yar well known as very good workers for pay. It had been decently successful, and as time went on and more mission successes were contributed to the Sailors there name would spread and more and more Kig-Yar would flock to them for work rather than raiding and perhaps some lasting peace could be found.

Kael, with all her inner demons finally purged from her mind, had taken the demeanor of help on board fully and was these days a very kind T'vaoan Mistress. She still had her legendary combat skills - Kael having one Gel blade on her wrist as she was forced to give up her other one at customs - but hadn't done life or death combat in a few years now. And instead spent her time traveling around with her small Entourage checking out on the outposts of her corporation and seeing how the universe was faring these days.

Dressed in an older style, from Kaels youth, of the wealthy of Eyan Kael took another long draft of her tea as she opened her eyes some and returned to reading her report. Kael in simple coverings for the top of her feet, form fitting pants, belt (with a few pouches) with the symbol of her company on its front, a short sleeved shirt, and a slightly embroidered waistcoat. Her neck ruff still retained its golden hue from her soldiering days and her scars still the same as Kael happily sighed from the great tea. But then a familiar scent caught her attention. An old...old scent from back during the war? Opening her eyes fully she looked in the direction of the smell and spotting an elderly Human walking across the cafeteria toward the self service stations for food and drink, from the various races, that seemed very familiar. It took Kael awhile to place it as she watched the Human out of the corner of her eyes before she laughed a little as the Human walked past her table.

"Human Killinger?" She chuckled some more before continuing, all in near perfect English. "I haven't seen you since we were trying to kill each other. Good to see you're still alive Papa Kill." She gestured to the chair across from her. "I bet you've been busy."


(I think that's everyone, phew x.x. Augh my fingers DX)

[LaxKnight]

SgtMaj Jennifer Killinger
35th Armored Co.
Libbo!

“Ship’s going to be here awhile. Because of this the CO and I decided to give you guys some time off to get to know the place because we’re going to be here for a while. A long while. So go explore, get some rest, and blow off some steam. Just remember, always have a plan. I don’t care how much you drink as long as you’re of age just be smart about being stupid.”

The whole company was gathered around in a school circle around a single woman. The sheer amount of people seemed to be overwhelming, almost dwarfing her, but she stood with the confidence and authority of a Sergeant Major. Her voice managed to reach everyone in the hangar, something a few would consider an impressive feat, and her tone was respectful but firm, as if she were talking to grown adults than ordering around children. While she always cut her hair short in her youth, as time went on she let her hair get longer until it developed into the professional bun it is in now. Age and stress have begun to show with some Crow’s Feet around her eyes and her hair graying at the temples, making for an interesting hairdo.

Her cocoa colored eyes looked to the crowd before her as they listened to what their Sergeant Major had to say. Or at least pretended to. She wasn’t stupid, she used to be in their shoes. They all heard it a billion times and they were eager to get off this miserable ship and go out into town. Hell, even she wanted to be done with this for she heard her Dad was also on Station 7. However this next bit of news really was important.

She said, “Now Station 7 is different than other ports for this one has aliens. Not just some, a lot of them. It’s been a while since the war, hell some of you here may not have been born when it started, but some people are still sore about it. I’m talking about both of us. Remember you are always a Marine on and off duty so act like one. We don’t want any intergalactic incidents here. However to help prevent it, no uniforms in town.

Jenny paused to make sure what she had to say next carried some extra weight. “If I hear anything about one of my Marines doing some stupid shit that pisses off some alien I’m going to let the fuckers have you and do whatever the fuck they want to you. Do you understand me?!” she yelled.

She received a loud mix of ‘Rahs and Aye Ayes from her company. “Good,” she said then looked to the CO for him to dismiss them.

“Alright have a good time and stay safe,” the CO said.

“Attention on deck!” Jenny yelled and they all stood at attention.

“At ease.”

With that the company dispersed to the Warthogs and other transport vehicles to take them to the rooms they will be staying for the next few months. “Over here, Sergeant Major!” a Marine in one of the Warthogs waved for her.

She hopped in the passenger seat and looked in the back to find her gear there, two seabags and a backpack. The Marine drove off then dropped her off at her room. With gear in hand she entered the room to find a pair of beds, wall lockers, and dressers inside. There was a sink, minifridge, and a microwave. However she was just happy to have a bathroom she didn’t have to share. Or the room itself for that matter. There were perks to being the highest rank an enlisted Marine can achieve.

Jenny took an hour to unpack and organize her stuff then she got out her civilian clothes. She planned on going out, specifically with her father if he had time for her. She pulled out her TACPAD then dialed her Dad to see if he was available.

[MrKill]

General (Ret.) Johnathon B'Sheau Killinger
Retired Marine - Age; 70
Space Station 7

John strode towards the cafeteria with a practiced walk drilled into him by over forty years in the Marine Corps. He was going to be here a while, may as well make do with what he had and relax for a moment. His age augmented his physical shape, since leaving the Marines he had fallen out of shape. A belly lurched over his belt line and gravity had begun to set in when it could. As he was on his way in he noticed that the ship his daughter was assigned too had been docked, but he knew she would be busy. She had made it all the way to Sergeant Major.

Should have went to OCS, John thought. Would have made a good officer.

He approached one of the vending machines, a duel auto-dispensing piece of crap. He ordered some meatloaf, a bottle of water and a coffee. He put in the required credits the machine accepted, among other currencies, and waited for his meal to prepare itself. As soon as it was ready he grabbed the meal and was going to return to his ship when a friendly Kig-Yar stopped him.

John stood for a moment and listened to what the bird had to say. He instantly remembered another back when he was a Major, one Cad, maybe - it had been a long while since that horrible mission went awry in a hurry. If that was the right name, John would be surprised. If not, it wouldn't matter. He never learned what happened to the Kig-Yar but it was a safe bet it was executed by the ONI agents that took him. He wasn't about to ask for closure either, the files probably had enough red tape on it people would mistake it for a fire-truck.

"I do apologize, ma'am." John replied. "But during the war I've been shot at by too many of your kind to remember individual na-" John was saying as his TACPAD mounted on his waist started beeping, sending a signal to the chatter as an incoming call rang: WARNING: Your daughter is phoning. No, not that one. The one with no grand-kids. Warnin-

John tapped the chatter to shut it up and nodded. "I'll be right back." He grinned and walked away laughing at himself and his silly sense of humor. He produced the 'chatter' and answered the phone.

"How's it going, Beth?" He said in a self amused tone.

[LaxKnight]

SgtMaj Jennifer Killinger
35th Armored Co.
Good Ol' Dad
Tags: MrKill

Jenny hasn’t talked to civilians in a while and she felt herself suppressing an urge to introduce herself as Sergeant Major so they knew who they were talking to. Luckily she was able to do so because she was pleased to hear her father's voice, even if he called her Beth his wife. Either he was joking or going senile. She figured it was the former for they wouldn’t let him be a freighter pilot if he can’t tell which way was left or right. “Not funny. You know who this is. I know you haven’t changed that ringtone. I get concerned when you do that,” she said, “I heard that you were on station for a little bit. Want to meet up and catch up?”

She had it on speaker with no video feed for she was getting ready to go out during this time. She slipped out of her cammies and undid her bun. She managed to dig out a pair of jeans and put them on but then decided that washing her face was the next important step.

[Cute Huragok]

Huragok Perfect Density (Second time being Repaired)
Exploring this interesting Human craft

LaxKnight

Perfect Density was wondering the Barracks with delight while examining the common metal walls and ceilings. Coming across one of the known dwelling and sleeping places of the humans, he noticed the door was closed. Wanting to examine what the inside of these rooms were like, he approached the door and had distaste as he noticed the door wasn't opening when he pulled on the primitive manual switch. Thinking the switch was broken or something in the door was awry, Perfect Density dismantled the door hoping to fix it later on before anyone could notice this. Fastly doing this, almost as though he was humming due to the happy shaking nature of the Huragok. Almost jumping higher into the air from an unexpected female human after the brief second it took him to do this, the Huragok felt almost ashamed from this intrusion.

Noticing the human was using a primitive talking device, Perfect Density observed the room around him. (He didn't notice for one second the human was half-naked). He unsurely took out his pad, and displayed his name and introducing himself while bracing himself for an onslaught of words known to be shouted from aggressive female humans. He also displayed why he intruded and the problem. He also waved in the known hello that almost every human does. He also displayed about giving a gift in return for being unrespectful by doing this. While Perfect Density was doing all of this, he almost shivered in embarrassment.

[LaxKnight]

SgtMaj Jennifer Killinger
35th Armored Co
WHO DARES ENTER THE SERGEANT MAJOR'S ROOM!?!?
Tags: MrKill Cute Huragok

When she wiped her face off she heard a clattering at the door. She looked to see it be dismantled right before her eyes by an Engineer, or Huragok as what they called themselves. Though at first she was mild curious but now it turned into pure rage. It was almost like she transformed into a different person as she went into full on Angry Sergeant Major mode. Though she saw that the creature was typing something on its ‘PAD, she was too far enraged to read it.

With her infamous ‘knife hands’ swinging in full force, she yelled, “Who the fuck do you think you are? What the fuck are you doing here?! Do you know who’s room this is, space jelly? I’m fucking Sergeant Major Jenny Killinger of motherfucking Marines! I fucking drive tanks and blow ship up for a living! There was nothing wrong with the fucking door! You’re not supposed to fucking come in because I don’t want no motherfucking assholes walking in like they own the fucking place when I need to empty my bullshit meter because of fucktards like you doing stupid shit every damn day! You need a fucking keycard or some shit to open the fucking door so then shitturds don’t come and fucking rape me at night while I’m having sweet dreams of slaying the bodies of dickfucks who ruin my day! Fix my fucking door and wait for me to put on some god damn clothes on then I’ll get to whatever the fuck you want a fucking Sergeant Major for!”

Her knife like hands swished through the air like an axe from a crazed lumberjack. She emphasized every obscenity with a jab that would pierce any soul. Her cocoa colored eyes crackled like artillery and her once neat hair now ruffled like angry bird. With every slice with her knife hands she got closer to the Huragok until she practically was poking the thing. She didn’t care about how smelly or squishy it was, all she cared about at that moment was lighting someone’s ass up for breaking into her room while she was talking to her Dad, whom at this point she forgot was still on the phone.

When Jenny finally finished her speech she gave the thing a menacing stare, gave a threatening huff, then she went back to put on a shirt.

[Faclan]

(Dale..I love that profile picture XD - lil wriggly hands. Especially since I know American Sign Language. :> )

Kael Gel - Commodore of Gel (Age - 69)
Quite a chick you've got there.

Kael was initially disappointed that the Human didn't remember, but then just shrugged a little. "Understandable, I would imagine we look pretty similar from one to the next for you Humans. Same with you flat-faces for us. I only remembered you because of your smell - I guess you use the same scenting products from back when you fought. Also I would have had a helmet on each time we saw each other before. A gold one as..." It was during that time that Killinger's data-pad started to ring. It quickly let the few people that were in the room who was calling, Kael just nodding a bit as she was glad that he had chicks of his own. Despite the anguish she had with her first child in the end it helped her become a better person she believed. But as the Human spoke to his chick Kael went quiet as to not disturb him.

While they were chatting however Kael clicked back to her data-pads main screen and tried to find a older picture of her with her entourage to see if she could jog Killinger's memory. It was during this search through directories and folders on her pad that screaming started to come from the Humans pad. Kael did her best to remain professional but couldn't help quiet snickers slip out of her beak before she finally had a few good cheeping laughs before quieting down and smiling at Kill.

"That's quite a chick you have there - I'd wager you are proud of her." She said as the bird took another gulp of her tea before turning her data-pad around and sliding it across the table toward Kill. The screen rotating as she turned it sideways to show Kael during the war, Focus Rifle upright in front of her with her hands atop the barrel as her Entourage filled the space behind her. Several of them roaring or hoisting weapons but Kael and the three green Commandos were standing much more restrained and at attention in the large group photo.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
Opening of Old Scars...


He was ushered down the human cell block after the guards separated him from Garatus, and then lightly pushed into an empty cell, told to face the wall while one of the guards uncuffed him, and then ordered to take a couple of steps away from them. He slowly glanced over his shoulder when he heard the sound of the energy field activating; the light blue of the door illuminated slightly. He sighed, rubbing at his wrists for a moment as he continued to stand there, and questioned about why he even bothered sitting down to eat instead of his usual ordering food to be sent to his apartment. He groaned, covering his eyes with a hand, and then looked over to the cell beside his when the guards placed the same Jiralhanae Chieftain within it and quickly activated the energy shield. He blinked, wondering what the hell this was about as Garatus slammed his fists into the energy field. 

Since when do they do this? He wondered, and then slowly breathed out an annoyed sigh between parted lips when he wondered who ordered this to happen. Only one person in the entire universe would know Moretti's past, and would have done this to him. 

"Figlio di una cagna..." He muttered under his breath, as he stood in the middle of his cell and looked out the doorway. 

He gradually glanced over at Garatus, when the Chieftain said, "I hope your happy."

Moretti scoffed at that. "Do I look happy to you?"  He frowned, shaking his head as he sat down on the edge of the cot in his cell, clasped his hands together, and stared straight ahead in burning silence. 

He stayed like that, even when he noticed Hyde sitting down outside of the two cells. When his old friend started speaking to him, he finally stood up and headed over to the front of the cell. Ignoring the "grandpa" remark from him and didn't bother to respond to him about Posn, at least not yet since his kind deed wasn't on his mind at the moment. He pressed a hand up against the energy field, and stared at him with a slightly angry look. 

"Why are you doing this, Chris? Hmm?" He was starting to get angry, panting a little as he tried to control it. "Is this some kind of joke to you or something? Putting an alien in the human cell block is one thing, but putting the one alien that caused me a lot of grief and anger throughout the years right beside my cell for the night isn't the brightest thing you've ever done."

He chuckled angrily as the situation unfolded, shaking his head as he glanced away from him. "I mean, we've done some pretty stupid things in the past, but this...this is the icing on the cake for you, Chris." 

Again, he stared down at him, glaring as he bit down on his lower lip, and looking like he wanted to punch Hyde in the face. Luckily for his friend, the energy field separated them. The energy field didn't stop him from throwing a punch though. He punched at it, not once, but a few times before pressing both hands against it and leaned over enough that his head drooped down as he stared at the floor. Moretti suddenly started to laugh quietly, murmuring something in Italian, saying something along the lines of Chris always trying to fix things that he has no business bringing up, as he backed away to lean against the wall, opposite of Garatus' cell, and then slid down into a sitting position. 

"So, you want us two to talk things out...nothing wrong would ever happen there, buddy..." He smiled, glancing over at Hyde, and then over at the Chieftain. "Right, Garatus? Hmm. Let's get to know each other, and talk about how are loved ones were both taken away from us in the most terrible way, but for me, you took two away from me. Yeah, that's right. Two..." He chuckled. "Two people. Not one. Two." A pause as he breathed in. "Of course, you don't give a shit. I probably wouldn't either." 

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless, Totem Raiser, Restorer of Tribes... Slayer of Shadowed Imps.
Revelations and Madness.

Garatus rolled his eyes and growled at Mike's response to his rhetorical question, annoying little beast. Garatus wished he could rake his claws through the Humans flesh "It was rhetorical, asshole..." Garatus said, growling under his breath.

Garatus looked over from Mike as the Human he knew as Chris Hyde walked in, a speaker of many tongues and one of the few Humans he would consider a friend at this point in his life. Garatus nodded to Chris as he spoke, "thank you, I appreciate this" he stated in reply.

He turned to look at Mike as he replied to his friend, bellyaching about his woes. His sorrow was a speck of sand compared to the desert that was Garatus's soul, every night he heard the cries of his cubs calling out for their mother, and there was not a damn thing he could do for them. No way for him to relieve the pain of his children. "Yes, I must agree with him Chris, not the safest place for him tonight" Garatus spat venomously at Mike even though he addressed it towards Chris.

Garatus continued to look over at Mike, his incessant nagging of Chris was grating against his nerves. Then Mike turned his attention back to Garatus, the Chieftain snarled in reply at first but soon found himself listening. Garatus's expression faded as Mike went on... something was amiss. Then Mike said "Of course, you don't give a shit. I probably wouldn't either."

At this comment Garatus rose with horrific speed and abruptness, "Do not presume to speak for me! You don't know me!" he roared and pounded his fists into the force field again and again, it was dangerously close to popping when he finally stopped. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow as he slumped back onto the metal framed bed.

After a long moment Garatus turned to Mike and rumbled in his deep voice "I don't know what you're talking about, tell me what you mean...." he concluded.

[Faclan]

Christopher Hyde - Former ONI, now Ambassador on Station (Age - 59)
Serious time.

Chris just watched both of them after he had finished his speel, munching on his leg of meat as Mike whined and Garatus retorted in the normal fashion with trying to pound the annoyance into the ground. It may have looked like he was only half paying attention but he was carefully examining both parties in this 'negotiation' as they shouted at him and at each other. This would be hard. Both of them wanted nothing to do with working anything about each other and both likely wanted to skip talking and get right to the knfie fight. This would probably take all night and most of their sentence if it was going to work at all. He would also have to treat this as a battlefield negotiation, and get up to their level before trying to talk them down so they could reach anything. Setting the mostly finished meat down on the floor on the remains of the paper wrapped Chris finally stood up after they had both finished and took a breath before starting.

"It this really behavior suited to a Lieutenant Commander and a Chieftain of Jiralhanae guys? Fine, we'll do it that way."

Moving over to Mikes cell he nodded at him before likely acting very uncharacteristic in the eyes of his good friends. Banging on the cell he nearly shouted at Mike as he pointed at the middle of his cell. "Get the fuck on your feet, now!" Even if Mike didn't move Chris continued in the raised voice, thankfully it was only them three in this section of the holding cells. "You both lost people to the actions of each other, war does that - its useless to debate weather two deaths is comparable to one dead and the anguish of four children!" Moving from Mike's cell to Garatus' cell he pointed at the middle of the floor as well. "Stand there!"

With the first stage out of the way Chris dragged the chair he had been sitting in closer to the cells but didn't sit in it. Instead he paced around it as he looked from one to the other. "Mike, you lost your loved one and your unborn child to Garatus' hands over the course of twenty minutes, the anguish was then on you and by extension myself as I tried to help you through it. Garatus, you lost your mate to an ONI Agent - not Mike - after Mike relayed the story to them. I tried to sway him from seeking revenge and he didn't, but the other Agent didn't know he had changed his mind - and Mike only found out after the deed was done. But Jornarus was tortured to death over a day and a half, anguish was then put on Garatus and his four children." Taking a breath he sat down on the floor and rested his head on his joined together hands as he quieted down.

"Those are the facts of what happened to both of you all those years ago. Debating which was worse is meaningless, the only way forward is to come to an understanding so you can finally move on. I'll be trying to help you both as much as I can, as a friend to both of you, as this hatred between you two is eating at you both.

(Hopefully ok, had trouble with this post D: )

[Llau]

(Chris has learned to unleash his inner bluntness. >.> )

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7


After what he said to Garatus, he stared at him; eyes widening a little when the Chieftain rose abruptly to his feet, and started to pound his fists into the force field again.

He kept his eyes on him while the Jiralhanae yelled, "Do not presume to speak for me! You don't know me!"

"Yeah, no shit..." He mumbled under his breath. 

He shifted around a little, feeling slightly uncomfortable and a little worried that the field would pop and the alien would attack him. He didn't exactly have a death wish, at least not as much as he used to. He instinctively reached a hand to the side of his thigh where his sidearm would have been, but then smiled a little when he lightly patted at his thigh, thinking how old habits died hard, and silently wished he had something to protect himself with. He slowly gazed down, bringing his knees close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his legs. He panted a little, wishing he was elsewhere, but mostly wishing that he wasn't stuck in such an enclosed space without protection or anywhere to go. It wasn't just Garatus he was worried about either.

After what seemed like a good couple of minutes or so passed, he overheard Garatus calmly stating, "I don't know what you're talking about, tell me what you mean...."

He slowly glanced up at him, tilting his head back and resting the back of his head against the wall as he thought about what to say to the Jiralhanae Chieftain. 

Moretti then looked up at Hyde as the man raised his voice at him and Garatus. He glanced at the middle of the floor of his cell when Hyde pointed and told them to stand there. He gazed back at his friend, but didn't budge from his spot on the floor right then and there. Though, once Hyde was nearing the end of his loud speech to the two of them, he took his time standing up and stood near the door, crossing his arms.

"I know the facts, Chris, but twenty minutes to me, felt likes hours...days...and then I had to spend a year in the hospital and rehabilitate so I could return to active duty in the field, and not sitting behind a desk. Because you know me. I hate sitting behind a desk." He glanced over at Garatus, and then back at his friend. "The amount of time doesn't mean a damn thing to me. I still lost someone who I loved and cared for, and would do anything to protect them...and then if that wasn't enough, I lost my unborn child to...what they did to her." He swallowed her, closing his eyes for a moment, and then took a deep breath to keep himself calm.

When he opened his eyes, he turned to Garatus. He took several deep breaths. "That's right," he said, "Chris is right. I lost my unborn child. I was so excited and scared when she told me that she was a couple months pregnant while we were on that mission. I told her to stay back but..." He chuckled lightly, running his hand through his short hair. "She didn't want me to protect her, to do that to her. She was stubborn as an ox, so I didn't push...I didn't keep asking if she was okay. I treated her like normal on any given mission." He glanced down, resting his hands on his hips. "Boy or girl, I didn't know, but I would have been a very happy father to either. Then that mission went FUBAR when you and your group ambushed us...then you know the rest."

He stared up at Garatus, continuing after a couple more deep breaths, his eyes misty. "Hate and anger for what you and the others did is what got me through that whole year I was in the hospital. When I was better and back at it, the only goal I had was revenge. I had nothing to lose anymore..." He trailed off, briefly looking over at the corner of the cell, and murmuring knowingly and ominously, "I still don't." Then when he returned his attention at the Chieftain, he went on to speak to him. 

"Part of me wanted to find and kill you, and the other part of me wanted to find someone you loved, and kill them. An eye for an eye...tooth for a tooth, type of mentality I had." He glanced over at Hyde. "It's all that I could talk about in private when I wasn't on a operation. After a while, as Chris said, I decided not to. Wasn't worth it. After all, I realized Sage wouldn't want me to do such a thing. I almost let my rage, hatred, and the revenge in my heart get to me." He inhaled deeply, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed again. 

"When I was angry about it, and wanted nothing but the blood of your loved one on my hands, I...I mentioned your name to another agent who was far worse than me in the hating the Covenant aliens department." Moretti rested his elbows against his knees, and clasped his hands together. He continued speaking to Garatus, but kept his head slightly lowered as he stared at the floor. "Taylor...though, I called her the 'Red Dragon', considering she had red hair, but was really...cruel, and quite the evil bitch when she wanted to be when she was around aliens. She really hated the Kig-yar though." 

Sighing, feeling disgusted while he covered his eyes with his hand. Rubbing at his tired eyes, he chuckled in disbelief. "I didn't think she would go out of her way to do something like that for anyone. She's more of a 'doing it for herself' type of person, too, but I guess she wanted to make me feel better. When she told me though..." He looked up, but closed his eyes at the memory. "I never been so pissed off at another agent. Disgusted...but so fucking angry with her for what she did and how she did it." He laughed angrily, shaking his head. "Hmm." He smiled. "Let's just say you don't have to bother dealing with her..." His eyes darted over at Hyde, wondering if he knew what he meant, and then back at Garatus. 

"But yeah, I don't hate you, Garatus," he told him, "Not anymore. It still pains me...the memories. I'll never forget them."

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless.
It cannot be....

Garatus simply raised an eyebrow when Chris started yelling, his arms remained crossed and he remained seat. He loudly scooted the metal bed to where Chris had indicated without standing, pushing off of the floor and snorting, a plume of steam coming from the heat of his breath in the cold cell. He turned to look at Chris as he was told of his sins.... He prided himself on the fact he had killed no children during the war, but now he knew it was a lie. He tried to look away from Mike as he spoke to him further, but could not break their joined gaze.

He couldn't forgive himself for that, to have destroyed an innocent, tears welled in his eyes and began to steadily stream down his face as he listened. After all had finished speaking he lifted his head and looked at Mike.

"How? It is your right to hate me for what I did, I... I meant to kill her quickly... but it devolved. I never knew she was... with child. I never knew this sin that looms over me now, all I can say is I'm sorry, and I know damn well that is the must dung-like response fathomable for such an atrocity" Garatus rumbled sorrowfully and bowed his head.

"But... I don't know if I can stop hating you," Garatus said, raising his head from his palms and staring Mike in the eyes, "what was hours, even days to you, was weeks, months and years to me. You may not care about time, but I do. Literal days were what my love endured at the hands of your red haired bitch, torture beyond measure and the confines of common cruelty. I had not a month to mourn, before the Sangheili threw me back into the fray after they failed to prevent the death of my mate, within Covenant Space" Garatus said, rubbing his face with a complacent growl.

"Yet, regardless of the actions you set into motion by mistake, I in turn began this whole thing. Much blame rests on my shoulders, for the death of my mate, for the death of yours. And the child I robbed you of, as a father I can think of no greater act of villainy. When I die I know my feet will be stayed and I will not walk the path, but I must warn you..." Garatus sighed.

"While I may be willing to move past this, there are four Jiralhanae on this station that will never forgive you, by right, and will try to kill you" Garatus said with great sympathy, "and if you harm any of them, even in self defense, I will kill you. That is not a threat, that is a fact. I say this as... a neutral person with no malicious intent, if you can believe it" Garatus said with a heavy sigh.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
He's certainly starting to become quite popular among those who wish him dead


Moretti silently listened to Garatus as he spoke to him, sitting on the bed, as he gazed at the floor, but once the Jiralhanae Chieftain said, "I must warn you..." to him, he looked up, and stared straight at him from where he was sitting.

"While I may be willing to move past this, there are four Jiralhanae on this station that will never forgive you, by right, and will try to kill you. if you harm any of them, even in self defense, I will kill you. That is not a threat, that is a fact. I say this as... a neutral person with no malicious intent, if you can believe it"

He sat still for a long minute after what Garatus told him of the four Jiralhanae, and contemplated who they were, and then he slowly smiled; nodding in understanding. Breathing in a sigh, he stood up, and went to stand closer to the cell the Chieftain was in. 

"The four Jiralhanae..." he asked, "They are your children, correct?" 

The former agent glanced over at Hyde, and then back at Garatus. 

"No surprise there," He pressed his hand against a steel panel that projected the force field around the side of the cell. His eyes still on the Chieftain, he continued, "It's understandable that they won't forgive me and will try to kill me. I don't blame them for wanting to, even though I wasn't the one who actually did the deed. Like you, I'm not saying this with any malicious intent, but I will defend myself if they try to kill me. If I do kill them in the process, then well, you know where to find me...though...it probably won't come to that."

He gave him a wry smile. 

"Let's just say your children aren't the only ones who want me dead, and I'm more concerned about the other ones who do, than your own children right now." 

[Faclan]

Christopher Hyde - Former ONI, now Ambassador on Station (Age - 59)
Success?

Once he had got the ball rolling Chris mostly fell silent. He had hoped that it would get them talking and it sure did that. It seemed to work better than he thought it would as Mike said he didn't hate Garatus anymore. That was one side dealt with at least. But as Mike explained Chris nodded at Garatus and after clearing his throat clarified it for him in the Jiralhanae language.

"Mike killed Agent Taylor on a mission against Insurrectionists. They were infiltrating a compound and he shot her at close range, face-to-face, in the neck and watched her die at his feet - and was able to shift the blame into the Innies." Coughing a bit from the guttural language he swallowed a bit before continuing. "Shortly after that he left ONI and they've been always hounding Mike since then. Thankfully here at S7 they can't really do anything with so many 'evil' aliens around." Coughing again Chris waved his hand a bit to excuse himself before stepped out of the room and coming back in with three water bottles, opening one and setting the other two in front of the cells before sitting back down on his chair as Mike and Garatus kept talking.

Nodding at Garatus he frowned a little at being told it from Garatus himself rather than reading the report he got of the deed all that time ago. "I am sorry that it happened Garatus, war means death, but your Mate did nothing to deserve what happened to her. You may not want my condolences but I still give them now as I did when I worked with you just following the war. The blame is not entirely yours alone but also the San 'Shyuum for beginning this entire endeavor. All our species caught up in their quest for power."

Going quiet after that he waited until they were done, glancing down at his tac-pad as he got a message from the Sangheili security officer that had carried Posn so he knew that she was alright, before smiling and standing up. Clapping a bit as he moved over to the control console between the cells, but didn't tap anything yet.

"See? Some proper progress. I'm willing to cut both of your sentences for the night down to now if you are willing to stop trying to murder each other. If it helps think of all of are really on the same team these days - trying for some peace that ONI keeps trying to ruin. In honor of this understanding I would hope we could go out for some drinks to celebrate, then maybe some rest since its pretty late on station now. But as you mentioned Garatus I think your children should stay out of the pub this time - I'm sure they would just drink us all under the table anyway." Chris was back to being all smiles now as he waited for their responses, cold bottles of water still waiting for them outside the cells. "I won't even demand a hug between you two for making up - but it may help."

(:3)

[MrKill]

General (Ret.) Killinger
Station Seven
Cafe

John listened with half a heart at the screaming going on in the background of his phone. He was honestly surprised how she managed to get all that out without breathing, but quite frankly he didn't want to listen to it. He put the phone down on the table, rubbed the wrinkled that had formed over the years, and turned down the volume to a point where the yelling was incoherent, but noticeable if it were to stop. It was low enough that the aged grandpa heard Skirmisher speak. It, and John used that with respect because he couldn't tell the difference between male and female jackals, handed him a tactical pad with a picture of the creature with others behind it.

John examined the picture for a moment, but the memories were hard to jog up. Over twenty five years of fighting the Covenant they had all begun to look the same, and it was explaining that to the creature in front of him respectfully that made it a challenge. He decided, however, to just be honest instead of going with the flow.

"I am indeed proud of her," John replied. "She's a good soldier, and a better person."

He rotated the pad and slid it back across the table, with an amused grin on his face.

"I do apologize, I'm struggling to remember you. I remember, based on what I know of your species, you remember me based off my scent I give." John said, even though the thought was slightly disturbing. "But us humans remember in different ways." He added, trying to avoid a lesson. "I never associated you with our memory patterns. The most I remember about you is there was a lot of you - some friendly - others not."

He sighed for a moment, remembering a bird that had helped him.

"The only real 'Jackal' I remember was one named 'Bep', one we took prisoner on a jungle planet of some sort back in the day."

[Faclan]

Kael Gel - Commodore of Gel.
Business calls.

Ah well Kael mused as she took the data-pad back. It was a long shot anyway as she waved her hand a little. "It is no trouble Human Kill - I was tasked to kill you several times during the war so I had to commit your specific smell to memory. Hopefully no hard feelings about the war as I'm sure yourself or many of your soldiers were tasked with killing myself as well." Smiling at the memories Kael finished off her tea and set the cup down with a quiet clatter. With a glance down at her data-pad she nodded a bit. Probably time for her to head back to the main sections of the station and meet with some of the Kig-Yar business owners to check in.

But she looked back up at Kill as he mentioned a Kig-Yar she had never heard of before as she hummed a bit and shrugged. "Not one I know now or knew then - but I hope I shouldn't have to point out that I am not a 'jackal' or a Kig-Yar, Ruuhtian or Ibie'shan, but a T'vaoan and this Bep sounds like a Kig-Yar with a name like that. I would assume hes dead now - either killed by your forced or ours once he got back." Standing up with a little stretch she took her pad back and slid it into a belt pouch as she nodded at Kill. "Business calls Killinger, but I wish you favorable winds and smooth seas. Perhaps we will see each other again on the station before either of us leave."

Tapping the end of her beak with a little nod Kael placed her cup into the disposal station and started to head out of the Human cafeteria. While she went she pulled out her personal pad from a different pocket and decided to see if her good Human friend Mike was busy. He normally was but often could find time to go for a drink or head to the ranges to see if he could finally beat her at target shooting. Kael cracking her fingers a bit as she sent him a general hello message and asking what he was up to before slipping it back into her pocket and entering the massive main room of the station.

A few Kig-Yar looking over bowed their heads while a few young chicks gasps and quickly wriggled over to try and talk to Mistress Kael or perhaps get her to sign their personal pads.

(Poor Bep :< ) 

[LaxKnight]

Bio:

SPOILER: Click to show

Name: Beratum
Race: Jiralhanae
Affiliation: Garatus’ Clan
Position: Explorer/Ambassador
Appearance: Beratum, a female aged 26 standing 8’ and 450 lbs., is shorter, slimmer, and a tad shapelier than a male Jiralhanae. She’s of the Vheiloth race so she has a long snout but it’s a little stubbier than most of her race. She hails from the more artic regions, with light gray skin and white fur tinted slightly blue. She shaves the hair on her face but the hair on her head to the bottom of her neck is longer with braids of various colored beads in it. She has big, beautiful, fiery orange eyes. Beratum typically wears a bright green tank top with a brown, loose silk skirt that falls slightly past her knees.

Equipment: Beratum usually carries a satchel filled with important documents and trinkets she gathered from her travels. On her left hip she has elegantly designed khopesh knife in a scabbard. She always has a data pad that carries all sorts of information like notes she has taken on all of the things she encountered along with her diary. She is always spotted wearing a com link for she found it important to stay connected.

Beratum
Getting the Chieftain Out

Driving in a vehicle the Humans call a Warthog, the female Jiralhanae gave a deep sigh. Beratum just finished a meeting with a Human male on various different farming techniques that would be beneficial to the Clan when she received the call. Their Chieftain, Garatus, has gotten in a grudge match with a Human and now they are arrested. Being the closest to his location, the elders asked her to go and post his bail to pick him up. This wasn’t the first time she had to bail one of her clan mates out and she imagined it won’t be the last. It wasn’t uncommon thing among their species. They were naturally aggressive and even she had trouble sometimes keeping her cool with other species. However this happening to the Chieftain surprised her. She thought he was above this. It will most certainly damage his reputation with the Humans and possibly some dissent in the clan as well depending on the reason. She’ll find out soon enough.

Beratum pulled into the parking lot and walked into the police station. It seemed fairly busy with Humans and Sangheili going about on their various tasks. It was a little odd and slightly unsettling to see the once bitter enemies now working together but it promised hope of a united future. Though she wasn’t as big as her brothers, she still stood a little taller than some Sangheili. She walked to the desk where a young Human woman was attending to various bits of paperwork. “Excuse me miss,” she spoke in a much softer voice than one would expect from a Jiralhanae, “I am here to post bail for Chieftain Garatus.”

“One moment,” the woman scanned the computer in front of her then said, “Looks like he is unavailable at this time.”

“Unavailable?” she snarled, “What do you mean?”

There was a pause then the woman said, “We can’t get him out at the moment. The Chieftain seems to be in the meeting with Ambassador Hyde.”

“Ambassador?” Beratum said more to herself than the secretary as she tried to recall where she heard that name. It sounded familiar. Acting as an ambassador herself half the time, she tried to remember if she met anyone named Hyde. It was a little fuzzy but she had more important things to worry about like her Chieftain.

“I have the bail money here,” she said holding up some credits, “Now release him to my custody.”

“Uh…I can’t right now. The Ambassador is talking to him,” the lady said uncertainly.

“You can’t hold him any longer!” Beratum bared some teeth at her, “I paid bail and your laws say you must release him!”

“Bu…but…” she stuttered then the Jiralhanae roared, “Now! Before I go back there and get him myself!”

The secretary scrambled to comply. Hyde’s com link went off and she said, “Ambassador there someone here who has posted bail for the Chieftain and waiting to take custody of him.”

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus.

Garatus elected to ignore Mike's comment about defending himself, so as to not find a new reason to kill him(he was still half searching his mind for a more legitimate reason to end the Humans life.) Garatus thought on the earlier comment from Hyde, about the woman who murdered Jornarus, and the blame. "Not the most honorable way to get the job done, but effective none the less" Garatus rumbled at Mike as he scratched his beard before turning to Chris "as much as I'd like to blame them, they weren't all bad, some of them I even counted among my friends. It is as easy to blame the San'Shyuum for the whole war, as it is to blame the Jiralhanae for the attempted genocide of the Sangheili" Garatus said with a sigh.

"There is much regret in the Universe at this time, a burden all of our species must heft to the grave. I will forgive Mike for his part, he may have let slip names, but he also avenged Jornarus" Garatus said as he casually unbraided his beard "I don't expect your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it. So I would appreciate it if you have any secret plans to kill me, to enact them sooner than later as you Humans would say" Garatus said whilst rebraiding his beard and clasping it in place.

"I need a drink after this Rukt forsaken day, something a lot stronger than that water" he said loosely gesturing towards the water bottle on the other side of the force field. "Some of the good stuff, the red booze that'd kill you all after just a sip" he said with a deep chuckle as Chris received an incoming message.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
Tag(s): Faclan , BetaWülf

"I'm with Garatus," Moretti said, gazing down with a deadpan expression at the water bottle. "I think I would rather have something stronger than water right about now, Chris." He shrugged, then thought about it for a moment. "We can go to that one bar down in the lower levels...you know, that one bar that serves every drink for all races, but it's kinda rough, and has loud ass techno music, and drunk people dancing. The Nexus...if you want?" While adding, "They do have those private rooms where we can chat without anyone bothering us too, as well."

Out of all the bars, he rather liked The Nexus the most. Mostly in due part that nearly every patron and the bartenders were rather laid back, and weren't snobbish compared to the more prettier, expensive-looking bars in the upper-levels of the richer district of the station.  Sure, sometimes fights break out in The Nexus, or a bartender has a chip on their shoulders against a particular race (which they'd eventually deal with when words breaks out about someone who is very racist), or some other shady deals happen, but overall, it was a good place to kick back and relax at after a long, hard day working. Although, this time, now it would be after leaving a jail cell after dealing with something from his past. 

"Anyway..." He glanced over to where the button to free them would be, and then back at Hyde. "Chris, could you let us go now? My sweet, buddy of mine." 

While waiting, he heard a quiet beep on his TAC-PAD, alerting him of an incoming message. He looked down to read what was sent, and smiled. "Hmm." He typed away, replying back to Kael. He replied with a general "hello", and then asked if she would like to meet up with them (or just him if he was on his own) down at The Nexus in one of the private lounges for a drink if she wanted to chat for a while. 

[Faclan]

Christopher Hyde - Former ONI, now Ambassador on Station (Age - 59)
Station 7 Human holding cells.
Hopefully the non-murdering lasts.

Smiling at both of his prisoner friends Chris waited until they were done before just nodding and clicking the large green button that shut off the force fields. It was times like this that he was glad he had the sway he did in the Station. So he could do things like let prisoners off early if he so desired. Good times - hopefully to continue. He just nodded a bit at Garatus's request for more drink but hummed a little at Mikes suggestion as he tossed what was left of the meat leg he bought into the garbage bin.

"That's certainly...a location man, but don't you think," it was then when he got the call, taking a step back to tap his ear again and lean a little to play it again. Hopefully as he was listening Mike and Garatus we're just taking a drink from the tiny, to Garatus, containers of water and not being killed by each other. But he had faith that his two friends wouldn't do that after what they had said. Looking back at them he frowned a bit and spoke up to them.

"It'll work though...and it seems as though you have someone who is trying to pay bail to release you Garatus? We should probably head out soon as it seems they are shouting at the front desk. We'll deal with that before we head down to Nexus." Moving to the door to the hallway he opened it and directed them toward the front, where hopefully the impatient ape wasn't freaking out the receptionist anymore.


Kael Gel - Commodore of Gel.
Station 7 main hall. (Not really sure what else to call it D:)
Moseying over to the meeting.

Lightly running her claws through the manes and ruffs of a few of the younger Kigs as they flocked around her Kael was all smiles and just loving life right now. It was so much easier to enjoy the company of her fellows without the pressing quest of revenge. And with her little chick avenged she could actually enjoy the cute little chicks that were around here asking her about her legacy and holding out their little person pads for her mark. She did as many as she could before her own pad rang, the parents - either together or just one - seeing that she was busy and gathering their chicks back to be with them with a little beak bob and a "Mistress Kael."

Taking out her own pad as she moved off the main walkway to not be in the way she looked down to see the message Mike had sent her. Reading it over she rolled his eyes a bit that Mike had selected that liquor establishment of all the places he wanted to go. He could have picked so many nicer places or even teahouses to go. But if he wanted to go there then fine. Kael sending back a simple, 'alright on my way' before she slipped it back in her pocket and headed toward the stairs to get down into the bowels of the station and to the 'lower' levels.

(Blah was durping a lot on this post x.x.)

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless, Elder Chieftain of the Bloodstone Clan.
Freedom!
Tags: Faclan Llau LaxKnight

Garatus sighed with relief as he stepped out of the cell, stretching to his full height with a rumble. He picked up the water bottle between his index finger and his thumb, looking at the tiny amount of water he shrugged. He capped the bottle with teeth, spitting the top of it into the trashcan before emptying the contents into his mouth and swallowing it in one gulp.

"I like the sound of this Nexus bar, this water was unsavory, it tasted overly processed. I do not believe the labels claim of fresh spring water... I have had spring water from many worlds... and this is not" he said, grumbling the last part about the water mostly to himself.

He was honestly relieved when he looked over at Mike he felt nothing. He was free, and felt no desire to do him harm, and he knew Mike did not kill Jornarus. He felt no ill will for him. It felt nice. He finally knew the truth, maybe now he could finally die? That was something he had desired for a long time, and never could find since there was that missing piece.

Looking at Chris, Garatus stroked his beard "A number of my Tribe are on the station, I am not surprised at this due to my current standing with most Species and with my own. Though... I have a feeling I know which one it is" Garatus said, as a certain young Jiralhanae diplomat came to mind. Garatus looked at Mike with a curious look on his face, and wondered who he might be responding to.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti (age 64)
Retired ONI Field Operative
Chief Computer Security Specialist for Station 7
Peace
Tag(s): Faclan , BetaWülf


Moretti stepped out, grabbing the bottle of water, and placing it inside his cargo pocket when he thought that he would probably drink some of it later. "Don't I think, what, Chris?" He shrugged. "I love The Nexus." He smirked a little. "It's a great place to let loose after a tense day. It can get freaking hot in there though sometimes, but, that's besides the point." He playfully punched him in the arm. "I know you've avoided going there, buddy, but you'll love it."  

He then glanced up at Garatus as he stopped in front of the alien. He nodded at the Chieftain, and then slowly extended his hand toward him for a handshake. "It was...good to finally be able to talk."

(short post, post is short)

[LaxKnight]

Beratum
Bloodstone Clan Ambassador/Scout
Silly Human Laws!

What Beratum always hated in today’s age is that no matter how hard she tried to understand and follow the Human’s laws and traditions, they always try to screw her over in someway with something she never heard of or a random loophole or bog things down with paperwork or delay. They always seemed to be scheming someway to ruin the female Jirahanae’s day. It reminded her of the Kig-Yar in a way but while with them it was expected. With Humans it was always a surprise. Some were kind, some were not. Some followed the rules, some break them, while others are exempt. The lack of consistency was both amazing and infuriating.

Right now it was the later. She’s been waiting here for a good 10 minutes and the thought of smashing this desk, throwing the secretary into the wall, and freeing her Chieftain from this tyranny. “You can no longer keep detaining him!” she said, “This is far longer a simple transfer! Let him out now!”

Beratum was sure what they were doing was against some sort of law but she wasn’t sure who to call to punish them? Security? The police force? Some kind of special group she wasn’t aware of? The more she thought about it, the more that smashing the secretary’s brains in and freeing the Chieftain seemed attractive. This was evident in how frequently she keep opening and closing her fists. “Well…” the secretary stammered, “I’m sure they are almost done…”

She had enough. Beratum smashed her fist on the top of the secretary’s desk, leaving a nice big dent in it. “That’s it! If there is another ambassador back there discussing things with my Chieftain, then I should be allowed back there too!” she roared, “And you will not stop me from releasing him! I have paid bail and I’m getting him out!”

She was upon the door and reaching for the handle when it opened for her. Before her stood a long haired man with glasses pointing to her. Now she remembered him. The human ambassador on the station. If she remembered right he was some sort of scientist for ONI, the Human spy organization. He seemed like one of the kinder Humans but if he was here then something was up. “What is the outrage? Why have you refused to release Chieftain Garatus when I posted bail?” she said then she saw her leader with the human who got him in trouble, “And why is this troublemaker free? I did not pay bail for him!”

(Will add more characters later)

[Faclan]

Christopher Hyde - Former ONI, now Ambassador on Station (Age - 59)
Leaving the S7 Human holding cells.
Friend of yours?

"Well, Nexus it is then - I'm sure that if any trouble starts we'l be able to deal with it. Either with words or with some force. Something tells me both of you still enjoy that part of conflict resolution." He said with a bit of an eye roll before giving a hearty laugh at Garatus's mention of the bottles claim of purity. "Oh that's good Garatus, but you gota remember that it may have started as spring water. But then they gota put in all the little chemicals to make sure its 'clean'. Shouldn't really call it spring water anymore really but eh, that's why each species has its own way of making drinks." He looked to the side as he got another little call from the front desk and nodded a bit. "Its a female Jiralhanae, and she is very annoyed we are talking as long as we are...so lets hurry up before she gets annoyed." He said, quickly moving toward the front of the station, scooting past a few S7 security officers as he tried to get there as quick as possible, knowing Mike and Garatus would be following.

The S7 officers quickly moved from the hallway when they saw Garatus start to move down it as he rolled his eyes a bit at Mike's statement as they went. "I'm sure I will enjoy it with two good friends there - getting there is going to be the issue now. But one issue at a time. Also really glad to hear you two start to make up, makes me less worried that murder will be happening soon."

CJ just managed to open the door before Beratum ripped it open. The cracking of wood reaching them just before he opened the door. Smiling at her he glanced behind her at the S7 Human guards that were moving toward her and waved them down as he stood back up to full height and greeted her proper with a thump to his chest. "Good to see you again Ambassador Beratum, sorry for the wait but I needed to ensure that the...situation between Security Lead Mike and Garatus was resolved." He then scooted past her and out the door so she could see Garatus easier and so the rest of them could exit the hallway. "We were about to head out for a little celebration if the others are fine with you coming along...once we hopefully fix the desk and possible apologies to the poor receptionist." He said with a frown as the woman was currently in the corner trying to get her breathing back under control.


(Also, question for your peeps in the thread; since this is super fun stuff but it may be hard to involve all your peeps in it. Why don't, when we finish a particularly good RP part, say a few weeks or a month have passed so new people can enter and interact on the Station? So for example I would have Posn leave and then Nek may show up or some of SSA, or BetaW could instead use Kex and Roh. Thoughts?)

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae Chieftain Garatus the Deathless.
Needs moar booze.

Garatus chuckled, looking over at Mike "The heat wont bother me as long you two can survive it, I was born and raised in a fierce hot desert" he said, recalling the BloodStone desert fondly. He was somewhat surprised when Mike extended a hand to him, and more so by what the Human said. Garatus shook Mike's hand gently so as to not crush it, and smiled "Likewise, it was... good to get off my chest as your species would say"

Looking at Hyde, Garatus nodded "We boil it" he said matter of factly. He scratched his beard as Chris mentioned the gender of the Jiralhanae trying to bail him out. "I imagine that'll be Beratum, she was one of the first born into my Tribe when I became Chieftain. If it was Jasenus, then her brothers would be with her" he said as they went down the hallway, nodding with a rumble at the S7 officers who seemingly scrambled to get out of his path.

Garatus watched Chris talk to Beratum, but quickly stepped forward when the Human linguist moved aside. He grinned and placed his hands on her shoulders, grunting in a pleased recognition of her presence. He had known her for her entire life, and she was the pride of the Clan these days. "All is well now, revelations have been made about my late mate, and I will finally be able to rest easy in the days to come" Garatus said, making subtle reference to his Son Fenarious II and the traditional battle likely to come in near future for Chieftainship which would probably result in Garatus's death.