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2055.08.22 Sunday
« on: January 07, 2010, 03:52:18 PM »
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #1 on: June 29, 2010, 06:03:45 PM »
2055.08.22 Sunday 02:00 GST
Scorpii 18 System
Planet Buthridas
Training Carrier Chaerilidae


Around the middle of the 'night' another storm embraced the seas around the Chaerilidae, making the already sick and dizzy cadets all the more unsure of feet, and in most cases unable to have a restful night of sleep.  Throughout the ship the watch quietly powered the ship through the high waves and blinding gales, the carrier deck shutting down except for emergency landings.  The senior flight students, on night patrol, roared by with throttles at full, sighting eyes weary of fuel issues and bodies as drained as the reactant tanks aboard their VFs.  Finally after circling for hours, Captain Wood was woken from her sleep and advised of the situation.  She gives the emergency authorization and the Riddling Sphinxs and Regal Cats line up to land on the starboard deck as the Chaerilidae turns into the wind.  Captain Cassel stands by in the hanger awaiting the successful return of his weary students, never one to miss the recovery of his students from actual flight operations.

The pilots display the skill and precision appropriate for their experience, and Captain Cassel offers them a smile and a nod as they climbed down from their cockpits before turning to the hanger lift.  The pilots wearily shower and return to the sleeping corridor, none too quietly, and their commanding officers berated them rather severely, but not before most of the first years had been disturbed by the noise.

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #2 on: June 30, 2010, 09:46:22 AM »
Lieutenant J.G. Lance "Janus" Calleros
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Morning disturbance.


Ngnnn... The sound of the massive storm outside the carrier had kept Lance asleep he was a true native of the planet, storms were relaxing and tended to help him sleep as he yawned out very softly and gently.  Blue eyes partly opened as Lance yawned out and looked across the room at Zelhia watching her sleeping state for a moment.  He rubbed one of his eyes figuring he might just snag a midnight drink maybe there was someone at the galley for that or a drink machine.  Something to lure him back to a deep sleep sounded nice.  His eyes flicked over to the clock.  Four hours of sleep.  Not too bad.  He could operate just fine.

The sound of voices and people outside the halls was what made him finally commit to at least looking.  The Lieutenant J.G. sliding down the ladder and landing on the floor quietly.  He stretched out gently and opened the door glancing outside he vaguely recognized the senior flight cadets giving them a friendly wave wondering what all the damn fuss was about.

I really need to unpack my music player... he thought to himself wondering why something so random cropped up at this early hour.
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #3 on: July 01, 2010, 01:46:56 PM »
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2055.08.22 Sunday 02:00 GST


F'lar let out a loud groan as he was stirred from sleep by noise in the corridors. "SHUT THE FRACK UP OUT THERE!" He shouted towards the door, making more noise then those he told to keep it down. Moments later the first shout was joined by an equally loud "OW! WHAT THE HELL?" from the Zentran as his bunkmate Kristopher "Frank" Robinton threw a boot at the Zentran, hitting him right in the back of his head.

"Just shut up Igor. You probably just woke up whoever didn't wake up from those noisemakers outside." Frank replied, his attempt at a forceful reprimand somewhat foiled by having to stiffle a yawn mid-sentence. "If I don't get to sleep no one else does either." Igor replied in a grumpy voice as he sat up in his bunk. "Well you might have missed a few sleepy heads at the end of the corridor. Come on. Lets get up and see what the ruckus is about." Frank could shake of sleep fast and expected his pilot to do the same.  "Ayuh!" Igor replied as he dragged himself out of bed, decidedly less energetic then Frank despite his affirming answer. "Just wait till I get out there. I'll wake every last one of them..."

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #4 on: July 01, 2010, 01:59:23 PM »
Ens Hayden "Canary" Grimm
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Hayden was sleeping soundly as the current patrol began to land bringing the sound level up a few notches.  He was used to a lot of noise going on around him.  It wasn't until the returning upper class men raised a ruckus in the corridor that he was awakened.  He opened his eyes and wondered if Baressa had woke up as well.  He swung his legs over the edge of his bunk and sat upright.  Wonder what is up out there?  Maybe Ill go check...nah...not my problem...

He sat back against the wall and laid his head back.  He then let his eyes settle across the way and tried to see how long it would take for Baressa to respond.  As he waited, his mind went back to his family and wondered what they were up to at that moment.  Were they home or on duty?

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #5 on: July 02, 2010, 03:00:21 AM »
ENS Alma “Mouse” Dalkarn
The brains of the outfit


The racket made by the flight crews pouring down the hallway woke Alma, who’d been experiencing a bit of trouble falling asleep given what had to be some decidedly crummy weather outside that night. The transition between sleep and full consciousness was a somewhat lengthy process for the red-haired EWO most of the time but, as she sat up on the bunk she’d been sleeping on, she soon realized that she was entirely awake.

Curiosity nagging at her over the noises coming from outside the room, Alma stretched her arms before standing up from the bunk, the cold, metal-made plating under her feet making her shiver a little. She chose not to pay any mind to that and walked over to the door to the quarters both her and Nilke shared, sliding the door open a little, just enough for her to have a llok outside and learn what the racket was all about without allowing for anyone in the hallway outside to take a peek into their room while she was at it.

Alma’s eyes turned into slits, squinting due to the lights being on throughout the corridor while half-listening to some of the pilots’ tales as to how they’d managed to settle their planes on the deck without getting pan-caked in the process,. She couldn’t help it but think of the time Nilke’d done as much, acting against their orders, landing right when the storm was at its worst. While her sister didn’t deem that as a close call, it’d been so, and there’d been quite a few yells over that once they debriefed, to the point where Nilke’s dream of getting to Chaerilidae hung in the balance for some time.

Her curiosity satisfied, the red-haired EWO closed the door, laid her back against it as she waited for her night vision to return before taking a few steps in the darkness of their quarters and reaching for the night light mounted on the desk, turning it on. Undisturbed by the noise, Nilke was still asleep, snoring a bit as she lay on the bunk they’d been sharing up until earlier that night. Alma’d woken up to the sound of her sister’s voice shortly after midnight, soon noticing that Nilke was actually talking, calling out Faye’s name every now and then between intelligible mumbles. That’d given Alma the creeps to the point where she’d turned to using the other bunk their room was equipped with.

Walking over to where sister lay asleep on her side, Alma brushed loose strands of hair away from Nilke’s forehead with her fingertips, sitting down next to her. She watched her sleep. From past experiences, Alma knew that her sister would be up for a difficult day in a few hours with all the drinks she’d had at the makeshift party back inside the lecture hall.

“…sh..” The red-haired pilot mumbled. “…ere Faye.”

Alma took a deep breath and let a sigh out her lips as she heard her sister utter Faye’s name, yet again. Despite her reservations about the purple-haired pilot and the instructor, her concerns about their having conned Nilke somehow, she smiled as a thought crossed her mind. From what she'd seen earlier that night, Nilke hadn’t ‘come out of the closet’ as the old Earthling saying went, but more like stormed out of it, guns blazing. And that was just like her, to come after whatever it was she wanted as strongly as she could without concerning herself over what could or what could not happen over it. It was something Alma'd always admired about her, even if it'd gotten them both in trouble more than once.

Her thoughts'd moved unto Lance, part of her deeming Nilke's newly found... interest as enough reason to rekindle her hopes about being in a relationship with him by the time she heard a male voice yelling for the pilots out in the hallway to shut up. It made Alma turn her head to look at the door to their stateroom. Nilke, meanwhile, let out a groan in her sleep.

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #6 on: July 02, 2010, 07:48:18 AM »
Lieutenant J.G. Lance "Janus" Calleros
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Morning disturbance.


Eyes rolled skyward now as he heard the commotion going on.  He knew that was Igor and Frank bitching about being woken up none too quietly he only hoped his EWO was able to sleep through all of this as his arms folded the blond lieutenant slowly glancing about the corridors.  After all their voices were decidedly easy to pick out amongst the commotions being caused.  He heard the older pilots talking about landing in brutal storms on the carrier deck and other aspects of the night that had them worn out.  Lance gave a faint smile at that as he went into his room leaving a note for Zelhia that he was getting a drink in case she was woken up.  Lance's hair was decidedly ruffled right then and he was applying a brush to it.

Something came to mind and he first made his way to where Igor and Frank's room was the last thing he needed was those two waking up everyone just from being selfish as he folded his arms giving waves and greets at the senior class when acknowledged by them and also greeting instructors when acknowledged by them.   Otherwise the JG was rather quiet as he made his way to Frank and Igor's door.  He could still hear the howling scream of the hurricane like winds striking at the carrier and didn't mind it one bit.
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #7 on: July 11, 2010, 03:39:32 AM »
Personal Quarters, 2055.08.22 Sunday 02:00 GST
ENS Zeliha “Knight” Kragl


The rolling of the Chaerilidae didn’t bother Zeliha. Quite the contrary, it served to rock her to sleep. Having been an avid diver before signing on for Officer Candidate School, she’d been out on the seas during some nerve-wracking storms. Now the vast majority of Buthridas storms brought her peace of mind and usually lulled her into a nap if not deep sleep. Granted, for the seas to be bad enough to rock and roll the Chaerilidae it would have qualified as nerve-wracking had Zeliha been on one of her dive boats, if not enough to completely overtake such a craft.

However, who was to make such a distinction in a dark bunk, bundled in warm blankets, aboard a spacefaring ship, while in the embrace of sleep. At least Zeliha had been asleep until the bunk door cracked open, the sliver of bright light outlining Lance before striking Zeliha in the face. Damn that man! Zeliha thought as she pulled her blankets over her head, the long established pattern of Lance first waking then unintentionally waking Zeliha unbroken. Now awake, the voices of the senior students and Igor’s impromptu shout registered. Igor’s shout brought a grin to Zeliha, even in her just-waking state.

Then the rocking of the ship began to lull Zeliha back to sleep, her mind vaguely registering Lance’s scribbling of a note.  Once more, Zeliha was disturbed by bright light, this time a more intense light as Lance open the door to exit. Lance closed the door just in time to miss his EWO’s hopeless groan.

Zeliha stretched in bed before climbing out, stretching her arms over her head as she yawned and stood. Her sleep attire was simple, a navy blue t-shirt emblazoned with OCS in white, block lettering and a white pair of bikini panties. She never had and never would bother with the privacy screen. Having read Lance’s note, a cup of coffee began to sound really good to Zeliha. Even the subpar coffee offered aboard ship – subpar as far as a coffee aficionado was concerned.

Pulling on a pair of gym shorts and stepping into her pair of flop-flops, Zeliha left to catch up with her pilot. Her shoulder length midnight-green hair was bedhead, to say the least. She was after coffee, who needed to brush her hair for that?

Zeliha caught up to Lance shortly after Frank and Igor found him, “<< One day, Little Brother, I’m going to tie you to your bunk, >>” She started in  Zentradi and drifted into English without thought as she stifled a yawn, “Maybe I’ll get a full night’s sleep then.” Her tone was well humored, if edged with grogginess.

Despite the rather gentle rocking of the Chaerilidae, Zeliha's sea legs made it look far too easy to stand on a rocking platform. At least, until an unexpected roll of the ship caused her to stumble forward, arms reaching to grab Lance's and steady herself.
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #8 on: July 12, 2010, 11:07:45 AM »
ENS Francis Morgan

Alone in the dark...


Morgan laid supine in his bulk with his hands interlaced behind his head.  He watched the shadows that danced upon the ceiling as the Chaerilidae rocked back and forth in the storm.  Monsters. He amused to himself as he began to notice the ruckus outside in the corridor. 

Sleep had never been a major concern for Morgan, he was used to only getting a little more than three hours with five being considered a rare treat.  Sleep deprivation had been one possible cause for his psychotic delusions, but decided to dismiss the idea not wanting to have the higher ups question his mental health.  Still haunted by the petite red-haired vision he thought some time in the gym might do him some good.  He sat up in his bunk and felt a wave of pain punch through his skull, then a moment later it was gone as quickly as it had arrived.

"SHUT THE FRACK UP OUT THERE!"    

Morgan was surprised how well the bulkheads conducted sound, as he had heard Igor's outburst as if he was in the next room.  He pulled himself out of his bunk and once his naked feet hit the deck he felt a chill radiate up from his toes to the small of his back.  He fought the temptation to yell out an obscenity, but instead took a deep breath and decided to wear socks from now on.  He grabbed a pair of sweat pants, a plain t-shirt, and his gym shoes.  It wasn't too much of a hassle for him to get dressed in the dark and headed for the door.

The light in the corridor was more than what he had expected, he felt his pupils constrict and the pain he felt from earlier came crashing back into his head.  He shielded his eyes and waited a moment for them to adjust, as he heard a flip-flop-flip sound walk past him.  With a single motion he stretched out his arms and turned his head in the direction of the sound, he saw a mess of green colored hair and a pair of well fitting gym shorts.

"Nice..."  Morgan said not realizing two important facts, he said it out loud and he was still staring at Zeliha's assets.  He hurried to correct himself before she caught wind, turning a nice shade of red in the process. 

   

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #9 on: July 13, 2010, 12:30:31 PM »
Lieutenant J.G. Lance "Janus" Calleros
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Morning disturbance.


Lance had no problem adjusting himself to the rolling of the ship being a native of this planet and having picked up the trick back from one rather tricky scene from his acting career he easily balanced himself and settled with the rolling movements of the ship.  His arms were folded still intent on dragging Frank and Igor out of the dormitory area and too something like the mess where they could be loud.  There was a sound behind him that made him pause and was about to look behind him till a decidedly rough roll hit the ship.

Bump...

Now the recap of the moment.  Namely height differences...Lance was the shortest male pilot on Chaer and his Zelhia was the tallest EWO on board.  Needless to say there was quite the height difference between the human and the meltran, so when Zelhia stumbled into him and used his shoulders to steady herself Lance felt some soft padding against the back of his head which made him cough for a moment.  He glanced upwards past a couple messy blond bangs gazing up at Zelhia.  A voice catching his attention as he spotted Francis both staring and commenting out-loud.

"Too early to be oggling isn't it Deadpool?" Lance asked trying to fight down his own blush from the position so Zelhia could steady herself.
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #10 on: July 13, 2010, 10:23:49 PM »
ENS Francis Morgan

Alone in the dark...



"Too early to be oggling isn't it Deadpool?" Lance asked trying to fight down his own blush from the position so Zelhia could steady herself.

Lance had most definitely caught Morgan off guard with his comment.  For a moment he was lost, unsure of what to do next.  Zelhia certainly was able to work the uniform well enough, but those gym shirts could start a revolution.  His heart was pounding and he decided it was time to stop playing the role of the resident miscreant.

"Ogling, Junior?"  Morgan replied in response to his rank and possibly the size difference, but not in a manner that Lance might take offense.  He was unsure of his words, but he was determined to play the part.  "I think admiring might be a better fit."

Morgan placed his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants and proceeded to approach the pair.  In the few moments he had his mind raced in different directions until he remember Zelhia had said something about being a avid swimmer, which was just the ace in the hole he needed to pull himself out of this disaster.

"Admiring her definition and her muscle tone."  Morgan stated as he fought hard to match Zelhia's gaze and not ogle at the current placement of her upper body.  No matter how well he played the part, he still couldn't hide the fact that he was actually blushing.   "I've been getting a little sloppy in my workout routine and could probably use a partner to get myself back on track."

 

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #11 on: July 14, 2010, 07:20:13 AM »
Personal Quarters, 2055.08.22 Sunday 02:00 GST
ENS Zeliha “Knight” Kragl


Zeliha looked down to Lance, a hint of red beginning to color her cheeks. Awkward described the situation nicely, but at least Lance was good humored about it.

Morgan’s comment couldn’t have been timed better if it was scripted, Zeliha’s blush deepening before beginning to fade. She turned better to face Lance and Morgan as he approached. A grin spread across Zeliha’s face as Lance and Morgan had their exchange. Who knew Deadpool could pull off suave. Except for the blush, Zeliha wouldn’t have known Morgan was embarrassed – or at least uncomfortable.

Zeliha giggled before addressing both men, “Silly miclones. It’s my green hair, isn’t it?” Her grin returned as a smile as she winked; what woman didn’t appreciate complements and ogling? “I don’t know. Could you work out or would you be too caught up admiring my definition and tone?”

She crossed her arms under her breasts, her vocal intonation and body language reflecting the teasing nature of her comments. Compliments or not, Zeliha wasn’t above teasing human males she caught first or second hand ogling her.

She offered a genuine smile as her eyebrows and shoulders relaxed, "Teasing aside, thank you for the compliments, Deadpool."

Zeliha turned to Lance, "Thank you for the-" She yawned mid sentence, stretching her arms over her head, "Catch. Even if it turned into one of the more awkward moments we've had."
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #12 on: July 14, 2010, 11:54:06 PM »
Lieutenant J.G. Lance "Janus" Calleros
Golf Zeero Wun
Morning disturbance.


"That's Janus to you Deadpool," he said with a grin as he listened and hmmmed thinking about it.  Admiring was a good word...Zelhia WAS attractive Lance had to admit that, fit from her diving days that she told him about and cut even an attractive ruffled look.  "And I believe you were admiring the muscle tone and definition, just not the parts you claim with the way you're blushing," he said with a sly grin on his face.  He was firing a couple quick shots to bail himself out of his own embarrassed moment.

Zelhia and him had a comfortable relationship, they weren't prudes and bantered constantly.  They knew they could count on one another when the going got rough.

"I blame anime corruption it makes us all want to chase the girls with the exotic hair," Lance teased...Zelhia's hair was that attractive vibrant green and he knew she took care of it.  After all part of being her roomie and her pilot.  He knew things.

"Not that I can blame you," Lance said finally as he felt Zelhia pulling away.  In that moment he did reveal that he found Zelhia attractive.  It was just a matter that he SAW her more so it took a bit more of a shock considering what she wore in their room.  At hearing workout routines he rolled his eyes and grinned.

"He could always get up with me and try MY routine but I think he prefers you," Lance teased as he put his hands in his track pants pockets.
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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #13 on: July 15, 2010, 02:13:04 AM »
ENS Alma “Mouse” Dalkarn
The brains of the outfit


Alma rubbed her eyelids with the back of her hand, first one then the other, before she rose from her sitting spot on the bunk she usually shared with Nilke. The red-haired EWO came to stand next to where her still-asleep sister lay, facing her. Alma hadn’t been able to get much in the way of sleep throughout the earliest portion of the night -courtesy of the rough seas tossing the massive ship about- yet she didn’t feel all that tired as she checked on her sister oncemore. She felt a sense of anticipation welling up inside her, almost as if she was expecting something to happen, not all that different from what she’d experienced on Christmas as they grew up.

She soon realized she hadn’t the foggiest idea as to what exactly was she expecting to happen, though.

Tell me you’re not actually hoping for a fairy tale’s ending. Not again. You’re supposed to be the smart one here, remember? A tiny voice inside her head told her, belonging to no other but her sister. Alma shook her head, lips pursed as she made her way back to the bunk she’d been sleeping on, lying down soon after that. As she pulled on the covers, the red-haired EWO told herself that Nilke would be up for a rough day in a few hours, and being well rested herself would most likely help out at dealing with the simulation run they'd be going through in a few hours.

She let out a deep breath and closed her eyes, fully intent on falling asleep. Her mind refused to empty itself as the minutes passed, however, and it wasn't long before she found herself staring at the bulkhead next to her bunk. The thought that a few bulkheads beyond it lay Lance and Zeliha's quarters came to mind then, and it wasn't an entirely welcomed thought as far as she was concerned. 

"...stupid." Alma grumbled as she rolled over, turning to look in the opposite direction. Without any prompting, her mind called up the image of that instant, back inside the lecture hall, where Lance'd come so close to her that she thought they'd kiss after someone'd bumped into them, literally. Her hand moved up, her index finger brushing softly against her lips before she moved her arm back to its former resting place in haste, her cheeks blushed somewhat.
Life sure wasn’t fair, Alma concluded, gritting her teeth as the obvious conclusion came to mind. Prior to their 'welcome party' or whatever it'd been called, Lance had never acted out like that before, never had he come out after her, as the expression ran. And now, smack in the middle of her attempt at closing the door on that for good, he'd started showing signs of his being interested on something else than just friendship. As usual, the usual concerns about her reading too much into that came into play before long.

Enough. Alma angrily thought as she tossed the bed covers aside and sat up on the bed again. She couldn't possibly fall asleep like that, with bits and thoughts circling her mind like hawks. Having forgotten to power down the desk lamp she'd used to get her bearings straight a few moments earlier, Alma had no trouble locating a pair of sneakers, a t-shirt with the Academy's logo emblazoned on it, and a pair of track pants from her locker. She was careful not make much noise as she put the clothes on over the top and panties she'd worn to bed -even if it'd probably take a marching band at its worst to actually wake up Nilke- and stepped out of their stateroom, locking the door from the outside once it cycled shut.
The recently-landed pilots were gone from the hallway by then, none of them were visible on that particular section of the hallway anyway, and so the red-haired EWO left her quarters with no specific destination in mind. A few moments later, she settled on getting a glass of chocolate milk. It'd help her sleep. Or so she hoped.

What she wasn't expecting to find as she took a turn around a corner was to find Zeliha, Francis and Lance, on their way to... somewhere. She'd been so distracted, so deep within her own thoughts, that she'd never even heard them talk as she came close to them.

Alma wasn't in a good mood, but she wasn't upset enough to leave her friends -Zeliha and Lance, she didn't know Morgan enough for her to think of him as such- without as much as saying 'hi'.

"Hey guys." she said, her right hand making a dminutive, wave-like gesture. "...all the yelling woke you up too?"

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Re: 2055.08.22 Sunday
« Reply #14 on: July 15, 2010, 03:43:54 PM »
ENS Francis Morgan

Alone in the dark...


“I don’t know. Could you work out or would you be too caught up admiring my definition and tone?”

"It would be difficult, but I think I could manage."  Morgan replied to Zeliha not believing the words coming out of his mouth.  There was concern that he would some how fall all over himself for the second time in twenty four hours, like with what had happened with Yuki at the party.  But for now he had a better footing and he didn't have the whole Thule connection to make things awkward.  His confidence was actually improving and he felt more apart of the group than he ever did before.

"Teasing aside, thank you for the compliments, Deadpool."

"My pleasure..."  Morgan replied to Zeliha as Lance began to speak.  He was slightly perturbed that Lance had to interject himself in to the moment, since this was one of the few times he was actually beginning to enjoy his experience on board the Chaerilidae.  But the dialogue seemed natural and he held no additional animosity towards him.

"He could always get up with me and try MY routine but I think he prefers you," Lance teased as he put his hands in his track pants pockets.

"Ok Junior, but I don't think you can work the shorts...."   Morgan almost chuckled, but then stopped in mid sentence, at the sudden arrival of Alma.  He had had enough time to come to grips with the near psychotic premonition of the little red haired Meltran, that he was able to hide his physical manifestations of concern and fear.  Did it mean he would some how place her in danger or some how allow something to happen to her.  He didn't know and that was the fact that haunted him.  But something was still wrong and different, her voice was too soft and innocent.

"Hey guys." she said, her right hand making a dminutive, wave-like gesture. "...all the yelling woke you up too?"

"Hey..."  Morgan replied to Alma, in a soft almost shy manner.  Zeliha would have no problem noticing his rosy colored skin quickly draining of color, as the pain that had shot through his head earlier began to creep back in.