A fun dinner with frenemies (Invite)

[Faclan]

Sometime post war

Nek Dal - T'vaoan trader and pilot
A space port, Human colony.
Nervous fidgeting.

It was a very nice night. The stars were out, Nek even knew some of them. And these day most of them weren't even on fire anymore with plasma and nuclear fire. But still Nek was anxious. He had made sure to leave his weapons on his transport and make sure it was very securely locked down but still. Still the Humans around were giving him the most ugly of looks. Because he was an alien, and that xenophobia was going to take probably generations to go away. If it ever really did. He had to remind himself that these Humans were not like him. If they had ever seen Aliens before it would be on the battlefield trying to kill them. Not here to deliver goods in exchange for currency. Not here to try and help them.

Holding his thermos of medicinal tea tighter Nek checked his PP with his other hand. Mike should be here soon with the other guest. Who had to land at an unmarked space port due to the whole his species tried to murder everyone routine. It made Nek ponder how Garatus would fit in a normal human sized vehicle...Would he take up the entire back seat himself? That him to chuckle before he flicked the screen to check his other messages. Seeing how his business was going. There sure were many opportunities for cargo and personnel to be moved around in a new universe like this. And of course just as many things to steal for your own benefit. He had a few salvage teams on that task. Much better sounding that frantic looting.

He wasn't really sure what would come of this meeting besides a nice chat. But Mike had been very adamant about taking him and Garatus to have some 'real but still fake home food'. Whatever that meant.

( Llau BetaWülf )

[Llau]

LT. CMDR. Michelangelo N. Moretti
ONI Section III-Field Officer
Unmarked Space Port //
Tags: Faclan , BetaWülf

Moretti stood around, in civilian clothing, but had his ONI ID and sidearm holstered at his thigh in case someone had an issue with his alien guests. Hyde would be proud of him, trying to extend a hand instead of stabbing or shooting at more aliens. Admittedly, he was glad the war was over, as all of the constant fighting and not wanting to die in the process was exhausting. He was more so glad he was able to establish content with Nek Dal and Garatus, since they were willing to talk after he invited them to a dinner at a local restaurant here. It wasn't like the Italian food he grew up with, let alone cooked for himself, but...it'll have to do. As he stood there thinking, he wondered how the trip was going for Garatus, and the one flying him here from an undisclosed location. So much secrecy...some things never change for him. He grinned a little at that. He glanced down at his TAC-PAD to send a message to Dal.

<<Evening, Nek. Mike here. Hope your arrival here went smooth. Sorry I picked this hellhole instead of Earth. Maybe next time, if things go well here, I can get you, Garatus, and whoever else to visit Earth. Speaking of which, still waiting for him to arrive. I'm probably near by where you're at. Come find me, and we can chit chat while we wait for him, and then go find that place I told you about to eat.>>

[BetaWülf]

Garatus the Deathless
Jiralhanae War Chieftain of the Bloodstone Clan
Unmarked Space Port
Tags: Llau , Faclan

It had been a long time since the last time he’d seen either of his old... friends. Old would likely be a good descriptor for all of them, Garatus at least had aged from the War and it’s immediate aftermath. His hair and fur had faded from it’s once bright coppery red, being a mix of that and reddish blonde, his mohawk now a french-braid that started half-way back instead of at the front of his hairline. His skin had weathered somewhat, the lines in his face deeper than before. He wore a thick blue kaftan, belted at the waist with a broad metal plated band with his knife hanging from the small of his back.

Garatus was not pleased with his current accommodations, being packed into the back of a Human transport vessel. Due to his past as a prominent member of a Legion of genocidal warmongers, his traveling either required great secrecy or a small fleet to ensure his well-being. He left his crew and vessel orbiting a moon in a nearby system(for recreation), swapping between several transports until he was now almost to his intended destination. It was a fairly silent trip, his current pilot occasionally attempting small talk.

“So... you get out this way much?” the man asked.

“No....” Garatus said, tersely at first, but then added on so as to not be overtly rude “I... have never been before, just visiting”

“Well... that’s a shame” the man said.

Garatus raised a brow at that “Pardon me?”

“Oh, well, it’s just that... this isn’t the best vacation spot, kind of well, a shithole; you know?”

Garatus chuckled at that, he valued an honest opinion. From the tilt of the vessel and the lack of clouds he knew they were in their descent and nearing the landing point, so he made sure to grab his PP and bag.

[Faclan]

Nek Dal - T'vaoan trader and pilot
A space port, Human colony.
Pulling a Hyde.

Flicking his eyes from report to report from his various teams Nek lingered over Mikes report before he finished his current screen before walking off. Tapping away with one hand to send a message back as this was his day to day now. And if Mike was watching he would see the . . . of a message being typed for awhile.

'On my way to try and find you. At least the two children I have seen so far are more so curious about me rather that disgusted like their parents,' as if on que a young girl went 'Bird!' to him as he walked past. Nek juuust managing to bob his head and wave before the mother quickly pulled her away.

"I am close to that yes, have a nice day little one!" Before back to typing. 'The arrival was smooth enough as the code you provided made this locations security quick to allow me through. Thanks for that. Though I'm sure you knew that I had used it, when I arrived, what dock I used, and even what color I've dyed my feathers recently. You always did love to know things'. Nek currently sporting dull green feathers rather than blue. Posn had suggested it to 'Dada' before he had left for the trip. 'Earth would be something I would like to see before I die. But I would prefer not to die there as I assume will happen if I try to approach it currently even with your assistance.'

Both likely spotted each other around the same time as Nek waved with his hand holding the glowing PP before he hit send. So Mike could get that wall of text before Nek ambled up to him. Tapping the end of his beak and bobbing his head. "Nice to see you are still looking like you - a sneaky Human who always knows things. Speaking of things how is your Nest? Have you managed to reconnect like I thankfully have?"

[Llau]

LT. CMDR. Michelangelo N. Moretti
ONI Section III-Field Officer
Unmarked Space Port // Eos Colony
Tags: Faclan, BetaWülf

He glanced at his TAC-PAD for a few seconds and noticed his message has been seen and moments later, a reply was being typed by the T'vaoan. As he continued to wait around at the specified place his pilot was going to take Garatus at, he looked around. Thankfully, it won't be hard to spot an alien amongst the small crowd of humans wandering about the area. Eos wasn't the best place to have a meet and dine for many reasons, especially if it involved aliens who were the ones he was wanting to talk to over dinner, but it was the best he could do at the moment. Besides, getting them here involved a few people who owed him favors he was certain they wished he forgotten when they realized who his guests were going to be. He smirked in amusement for a second before his smirk formed a more friendly smile as he spotted Dal finally. He waved back and then read the T'vaoan's response as the alien approached him. He tapped the end of his nose and gave a nod back at Dal as he chuckled lightly at what he said.

"Of course, I know things, Nek. I wouldn't be sneaky if I didn't know how your arrival went, when you arrived, the dock you used, and your green feathers instead of the blue," He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Somewhat...still need to...deal with a few things before I can completely reconnect with them." A pause as he waved at an inconspicuous couple who were standing not so far behind Dal, who had been keeping the T'vaoan under a watchful eye without drawing attention to themselves since he arrived on Eos. He mouthed, "Off you go" to them, and they nodded and walked away and headed who knows where. They were mostly how he knew none of the civilians were bothering Dal and making sure nothing happened. "Hope you don't mind...needed to make sure my guest had a safe arrival."

He pressed his fingertips to his ear, where an earpiece was, when his pilot spoke into their comms about docking in the port as soon as the Port Authority cleared their approach. "Alright, thanks for letting me know," he replied. Looking directly at Dal, he said, "Garatus will be here soon."

[BetaWülf]

Garatus the Deathless
War Chieftain of the Bloodstone Clan
Unmarked Space Port
Tags: Llau Faclan

The aircraft declined and then leveled out in a smooth curve before it rattled and thudded as it made contact with the deck, all in all a good landing. Garatus waited for the green light, little ding, and a thumbs up from the pilot before standing. He always hated having to learn a new system of color codes and hand signals, after living in the Covenant he had all the diversity of visual cues he cared for in his life. But it wasn’t all bad, he greatly enjoyed some things he’d learned from the Humans, like the term ‘motherfucker’, and how to thumb wrestle.


As he stood, Garatus slung his bag over his left shoulder and nodded goodbye to the pilot. The back hatch of the vessel depressurized and slowly lowered, allowing him to depart. He stooped, having to half-crouch to clear the doorframe. Once free from his Human-scale confines he stood tall and stretched his back, growling with a crooked smile as he looked around. It wasn’t so bad as he was expecting, it certainly wasn’t nice by any means; he’d seen far worse in his day.


He walked clear of the vessel’s shadow, looking at the people walking around. Some were disgusted by his presence, but all were afraid, even if it was only a little bit. While most Humans hated the species of the Covenant(understandably), the Jiralhanae were just that much scarier because of their size, grotesque durability, and the fact that they viewed Humans as prey as much as they did an enemy. He looked past the baser reactions, he was watching for prying eyes....


Garatus was certain he was being watched and thought he had an idea of one or two of the passers by that could be agents. He wasn’t really concerned, though, Moretti was clandestine by nature, yet... surprisingly straightforward. If he wanted Garatus dead, a sniper or at least something would have already engaged when the War Chieftain exited the craft.

[Faclan]

Llau BetaWülf
Nek Dal - T'vaoan trader and pilot
Eos colony Space port, Human colony.
Smalltime chit chat.

"Still as sneaky as ever it seems - good to see that despite the unvertainty of this time in the galaxy some things stay the same." He frowned as much as one could with a beak, mainly by slumping his shoulders and lowering his head slightly, at the news that Mike wasn't able to fully reconnect with his family. "Well at least a start as been made and it seems like you know what you need to do at least. Which is good." His head turning around to look at the couple as he squinted a little. He had seen them when he landed and they were some of the ones that haddnt been disgusted. Back to Mike as he was saying something to them silently. And back to them they just nodded and left. Ahing as he stopped looking back and fourth and shrugged. "I appreciate the extra concern and attention on behalf of my safety. I'll be doing the same for you should you ever come to a Kig-Yar station or outpost most likely."

He adjusted his coat and cleared his throat before taking a drink from his thermos. Seems his throat issues were slightly better these days as he 'mmhm'ed and capped the thermos. "Oh excellent. Good to know his travel went well enough for him to arrive. I'm sure he'll have worked up quite the appetite." He tilted his head at gasps from the port proper and sniffed the air as he nodded. "The biggun has landed."