Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Continuing to wander

Posted by Elias “Eli” Trenor (Medic) in Continuing to wander

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It was shortly after settling in. Oneshe didn’t feel overly confident about the arrangement yet. He accepted that this crew at least appeared to mean him no harm. But didn’t quite feel like he had run of the ship either. He felt more like a passenger, not confident straying into areas that seemed to be more for crew.

He peered from the doorway into the infirmary. Seeing Eli, however, he shrunk back around the corner. Oneshe knew he had no business entering and just taking what he needed with the medic on duty.

But, he needed it. In less than a day the pain was already back.

He turned back into the doorway, and let out a small cough. Enough to gauge if Eli was in a position to react.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli stood reviewing the newcomer’s information, he wondered how long this one would last. This was a tight crew, family really, and it was hard for the new crew to find their bearing. “What can I do for you,” he asked as he turned around a giant warm smile on his face. “What can I do with you, my friend?” he asked.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Oneshe brought himself into full view. His left ear twitched erratically, which was unusual. It meant he was nervous.

“Mr. Eli,” he said, crossing his arms to feign more confidence, “I’m just showing myself around is all…”

He wasn’t used to lying and it was obvious. Ekarians usually aren’t. He glanced around the room at all the medical cabinets and equipment. Figuring he’d have to come back later, when Eli wasn’t around.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli turned around, “Well she’s not much to look at she’s mine, ” he said, “Don’t be afraid to wake me up, if you have needs” he said moving to unlock one of the cabinets, he put himself between him and the code. Eli’s trust took some time to earn. He placed some drugs in the cabinet and sealed it up. “Finding your way around alright he asked turning around and leaning on the counter.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Yes, I suppose.” he replied, “Settled in okay. Just sort of waiting around for my orders.”

“your going to be waiting a while, orders tend to only come during job times , best find a way to keep busy.” he noted
His ear twitched again.

“I had a few things at my old place that seem to have gotten lost. Just some medication I’ve been taking. I was wondering if you had anything like it?”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

“What was it called, If I don’t have it I may be able to syth it.” he noted.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Terakine,” he said, a little too quickly.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

The way he said it sent familiar shivers down his spine, he knew what addiction sounded like, and that sounded very close. He kept a cool demeanor however, ” I could synth some, what is it for?” he asked knowing it was a pain killer and a fairly stout one at that.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Oh well, I have this pain…” he grabbed his left shoulder and exaggerated the strain of rolling it,

“I guess I might have reinjured it during my disagreement with my previous employer.”

The headache was getting worse. He winced slightly, even after the act with his shoulder was over.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli looked at him empathetically, “Hop up, lets have a look at you” he tapped the bed with his hand, “need to get check out anyway might as well get it overwith” he noted.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Oneshe tentatively stepped forward. He was taught to respect those in medicine and be thankful for their assistance. However, he wasn’t so sure he wanted assistance. It often just lead to a lecture about how he was treating his body. He just wanted the Terakine.

He hopped up onto the bed with the assistance of his ‘better’ arm. Sat facing Eli with his feet not quite touching the floor.

A simple medical scan was enough to expose some underlying issues. There wasn’t just one isolated area of damage. His body was riddled with a history of orthopedic injuries. Poorly set fractures and ligament tears that never properly healed. Post-traumatic arthritis forming in his fingers.

“So, you are the ship’s medic,” he said, attempting to make small talk, “Are you a doctor?”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli watch the scan’s come in. “Uh not exactly, I’m as close as we got though, and need to make sure your not bringing anything on board with you. ” he said. “Bit of a brawler I see, when was your last break?” he asked

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“You mean before now? Well, let me think…” Oneshe clicked his tongue as he stopped and thought,

“Must have been the last time I was on home on Tagnus V, about 6 months ago.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli moved over to the counter and pulled out the sampler, “Need to draw some blood and look for parasites and such” he said waiting for him to hold out his arm. Eli suspected that he had so many injuries , and if he had been taking Terakine for it then there was a good chance that he was hooked on it. For now at least that was really none of his business.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

He nodded, and held out his forearm where his fur was shorter and not as in the way. It was hemoglobin based, and from what Eli would have read very similar human blood in composition.

Oneshe winced and pulled back his ears tightly. He felt a little lightheaded from the draw. Compounded with his headache it made for an unpleasant sensation. His eyes fluttered for a few moments until the dizziness subsided.

“I’m sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve had to give a blood sample. Guess I wasn’t expecting it to feel so… well like this.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli gave him a strange look opened a drawer and gave him a sugar tab. He reached into his pocket and tossed him the pills, he pust have palmed them when he was in there earlier. “No more than three a day, that’s a weeks supply, ” he said. “Welcome aboard” he said then shifted back to what he was doing when Oneshe walked in.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Oneshe slipped the pills into his vest pocket. He hopped off the bed, and turned to leave. But about halfway to the door he turned around,

“What do I owe you?” he said,

“I mean, even if it’s nothing for you, I’d still like to do something to pay you back.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

He looked at him, “We are a crew, no need for payment” he said wondering what to say. “Welcome aboard” he said with a smirk.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Thank you,” he said, quietly.

---

After leaving the infirmary he continued to wander, continued to look for something to occupy his time.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Deck 4 had their recreational facilities. A workout room, a small holodeck, and a lounge. The lounge was small and originally only had two replicators. The cargo vessel was only meant for a max crew of 20 so not a lot of space was needed. They tended to save their replicator rations for when times were tough. Otherwise Vash procured fresh food and cooked. A fourth of the lounge had been converted into an actual kitchen. One of the smaller cargo bays had been modified as cold storage for the food. They were successful enough, it was always full.

Right now, Vashkilu was in the lounge putting away various staples that she used regularly to cook. The other containers had been already been taken down to the cold storage cargo bay. She’d go organize that after she got food started. One of her knives was dull. Well to her it was. No one else would notice. She set it back in a drawer to sharpen later and pulled out a different knife to start chopping.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Oneshe entered, his eyes drifting toward Vash. He quickly corrected himself, however, instead fixing his gaze on the cold storage.

He opened the storage compartment and appeared disappointed to find mostly ingredients rather than food. He huffed, pulling his ears back. He almost reluctantly pulled out what he believed was a fruit. Sniffing it first, definitely some kind of Earth fruit. Maybe a mango? Regardless he closed the door, took a seat nearby, and began gnawing the outside of the fruit.

As he watched Vash, he remembered what the Captain had said. She was one of the crew.

“Evening,” he said, stilted and polite.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash had been watching his progress as she worked. By the time he spoke she was standing next to him. She set a paring knife on the table. “Orion sooka fruit. The skin is poisoness. Peel it first.” She moved back into the kitchen. “Food will be ready in about half an hour. Anything in particular you like or need?”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Thanks,” he said, picking up the knife. As he prepared the fruit, confident in using a knife but sloppy in execution, he continued the conversation,

“You don’t need to go out of your way for me, I’ve survived long enough making my own meals anyway.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

“Replicators don’t work. We cook fresh. Replicator rations are for when times are lean. The galley is my domain. I cook. I enjoy cooking. I cook for everyone. If you prefer to make your own, I’ll clear you a self in the cold storage, and you buy your own provisions. You can use the equipment, but if you damage it, you’ll pay to replace it.” While she spoke she pulled several things out and began cutting, dicing, peeling, washing, mixing, etc. Her skill with the kitchen knife showed someone who had a lot more experience than just making tiny pieces of vegetables.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Oneshe raised an eyebrow, and his ears mirrored the expression.

“I seem like the kind of person used to using replicators?” he asked with a smirk.

“If you enjoy cooking then don’t let me get in your way. I was just saying… you don’t have to. And I don’t need you to either.”

He was obviously struggling with just being thankful that there was someone on board willing to do one of his least favorite chores. He didn’t like being taken care of. It injured his pride.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash could sense his steuggle. She laughed, but not at him. It was musical and happy and inviting. “Who said something? Noril or Eli?”

“My job as part of the crew is to cook. Before I came on board, everyone took a turn at it. They are all horrible at it. It’s not fit for a slug worm to eat. So I took over. I cook for the crew because that is how I contribute, not because they make me or need me to. Well, maybe need. I don’t know how they survived on that other stuff they called food.”

“If you prefer to make your own, that’s fine. You are welcome to join us too.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Well,” he said, folding his arms, “I’m not that bad at it. Maybe good enough to give you a break if you’re ever not up for it.”

Again, simply saying ‘thank you’ was unnecessarily difficult. But something about her reaction warmed him up to the idea.

“What are you making now?”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

“A confectioners toast caserole. It can be a bit rich, but the fruit is tart and balances it out. I don’t make it often, but I was able to pick up fresh fruit today.” The crew needed a pick-me-up, and everyone loved it.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Now that actually did sound delicious. The frilly kind of food he would never take the time to make for himself.

“Sure, I mean it’s not like a have other plans or anything.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

“Do any of us?” the lady asked philosophically. “Are you planning on staying long?” She rinsed the fruit and began to cut, peel, remove stems, seed, and pits.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“My people may be known for our loyalty as much as our strength,” he explained, gathering the peels from his own small snack into a pile,

“But I stayed with my last employer for about 5 months. I would’ve stay longer were it not for…”

He paused, pinned his ears back and growled under his breath.

“As long as I get my fair pay and fair treatment, I will stay as long as you like. Or as short as you like. I don’t mind either way.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Interesting. “Captain Zoi is fair. As long as you follow orders and don’t jeopardize the crew, you’ll be paid.” Vash kept working with an easy efficiency. “So other than feats of strength, what do you do?”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Oneshe raised one side of his brow, again with the position of his ears mimicking the gesture.

“What do you mean? Like hobbies?”

He paused, as if to really think about it.

“No, no I don’t think so. I mean, I guess I used to do sports when I was younger. But not anymore.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

The woman shook her head and smiled. A gentle laugh floated around the room making people watch, sigh, wanting to hear it again. “Well we have a lot of down time between jobs sometimes. Might want to find a hobby.”

His quills quivered and ears fluttered at her laugh. It washed over him like a warm ocean wave. Caming, yet exciting, and remarkably lovely. It melted away the harsh years and he was some carefree kid again.

She set the fruit aside and turned and opened an oven. The smell of fresh baked bread filled the small space. “But actually,” she said as she returned to the counter, “What I meant was work wise.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

He was staring, swinging his feet, ears drooping, elbows on the table with his chin resting on his hands.

“Oh, right,” he responded, sitting up straighter,

“Well, the professional term is ‘private security and asset protection’. People usually come to me when they have someone, something, or some place that needs protection. I’ve worked security at a few compounds, private clubs, warehouses. I don’t ask too many questions beyond who they want in and who they want to keep out. Occasionally, I’d act as a bodyguard for some important or particularly special person…”

like you.

The words were there but not spoken. He knew she was someone special. Though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The unusually strong pheromones were one thing he noticed, but that wasn’t all.

Aaaand… there it was. Vash would have to keep an eye out to make sure he wasn’t be influenced too much.

“What about you? You just do the cooking around here or what?”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

She smiled and sliced the bread. “I do whatever the captain needs me to do. I am extremely skilled in a variety of skills. I believe the captain once referred to me as his ‘infiltrator.’ I cook to pass the time.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Do you like it here?”

There was an unusual softness in his tone. As if in some way he was asking if she needed help. He would have done it too. Between his own recklessness and the way she was effecting him. But at the same time, from the way the other’s treated her; Well, it seemed they were very kind to her, given her position an everything. There was a strong possibility that she enjoyed being part of this crew as well.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash was a trouble maker, she had a mischevious streak. “I like it better than where I used to be.” Which was 100% the truth. She just didn’t specify she would never willingly leave here.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but,” he said, bringing his voice low, “I’d think a girl like you deserves better than this.”

He was once again thinking of his younger sister. Though the thought of not being able to see her often was tough, and with their parents trying to keep him away, but he understood. And he didn’t want her to just follow in his path. She should make her own. Everyone should be able to make their own.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash laughed. It was a sweet lovely sound. She began cracking and mixing things in a bowl. “You are sweet to say so. Life rarely works that way though.” He was probably imagining her being treated as a princess. If he could see where she came from, he’d probably have a heart attack to see what she willingly left.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

There was know why he could know, or really understand, what had happened to her. Not at this point. They didn’t know enough about each other yet. But, she made him want to know more. She made him want to share more, more than he usually would with a stranger.

“I’ll have you know,” he said, slightly smirking,

“I’ve always believed that thing never just work-out and that is that. I’ve always fought to have my way. And your a strong girl. I can tell. You can fight to have your way. But sometimes what is missing,” he said, holding up one finger, as if he were sharing some sort of inspired secret knowledge,

“Many people are strong. Physically. Mentally. But, to be strong of heart,” he said, thumping his chest for emphasis, “To have the will to change the situation you find yourself in. That strength cannot be neglected. It needs to be trained, just like your body, just like your mind.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash found him adorable and so sincere. She was certain he wouldn’t appreciate the word though. Vash was here because she made it happen. She knew exactly what he meant. She wasn’t going to tell him that though. He was still an unknown, and Vash never trusted readily or easily. She was cautious. “And this is what you’ve done? Trained your heart?” she asked as she began layering items into a pan.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“I continue to train it, every decision I make of my own will…”

His ears flattened a bit. As if contemplating that statement,

“I am in control of where my life goes. I take control.”

It seemed more like he was trying to convince himself. At some point, he believed those words would with full confidence. But after what happened, was that even true anymore? Was it even still a choice anymore?

He cleared his throat, straightened up,

“That is how you do it. Every choice you make for yourself. It makes you more sure that is who you are. And you will end up where you want to be. I mean, I wanted another stable job, and I found you guys. So it all works out.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vashkilu’s head tipped to the side, she paused a moment in her work to contemplate him. “Are you where you want to be? Serving on a pirate ship with connections to the Syndicate? This is what you wanted?”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Honestly, it’s too early to say,” he said folding his arms, smirking. He was kicking his feet again, though this time it seemed more exaggerated, more intentional.

“Not sure about the pay yet, but the amenities? A tolerable bed, home cooked meals, and some wonderful company…”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

She smiled at him. “I do try to please. You will have to tell me if there are any dishes you would like me to make. I enjoy learning new things.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Agh, I don’t have anything worth teaching about, unless you want to learn how to dry kelp.”

Vash laughed again. “No, I don’t think I want to do that. But if there is anything you’d like me to make, just let me know.”

He smiled, hoping she would pick up that he was being sarcastic and that it was actually the last thing in the universe he wanted to do.

Eli popped his head in.. “MMMMM something smells good” he said looking around the room

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash looked up and smiled, “I’m making my coconut almond, deltan confectioners toast casserole.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Hey Eli,” he greeted casually,

“She’s been at this for a while, so I’m looking forward to it.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash winked at Eli. “I know how much you all love this.” Besides it was a special day.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli smiled warmly, “indeed” he said walking over trying to find something to pick and eat before hand.. he was always doing that stealing bread, or cheese or meet while she was cooking

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash handed him two slices off the ends of the bread and a bowl if fruit she hadvset aside for him.

“mmm thanks love” he said messaging her head with his big mitt of a hand, kissed the top of her head and went to sit.

Vash smiled up at him and swatted his hand away playfully. “Anything for you.”

“So,” Oneshe started again, “Where did you all get this ship to yourselves? It’s nice… even if the replicators don’t work. Of course it’s obviously not a problem with you around,”

Oneshe winked at Vash, though on his face it read more as awkward than anything. It wasn’t something he usually did but was more imitating Vash’s habits.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash laughed and winked back. “No idea. The captain had it before I came here.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“She’s home,” he said, “That’s all that maters, besides to much luxury makes you soft” he noted

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Oneshe squinted, smirking playfully,

“I suppose it’s to your point, then, that I’ve never had a need for much luxury. A little finer things once in a while, sure. But certainly I am not someone you would call ‘soft’.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

“Pfft! I need luxury, but you are all such Klingons. That is why no one is allowed in my room. You could not appreciate it.” Which Eli knew was not true. Vash had been raised with every physical luxury and more that existed. They meant very little to her. This… the Albatross, was true luxury.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli swallowed, “I could use some elegance in my life” he said pointing his pinky finger while he drank his water. “I think I would fit right in” he played. Truth was he was once surrounded by nice things, they did nothing to keep people alive. In fact they made people get soft and let their guard down.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“I couldn’t,” Oneshe said with a snort, “If I lived my life having everything handed to me, I probably couldn’t stand myself. Upper class trots haven’t worked a day in their life. I worked for a family like that once. Terrible experience.”

Oneshe of course had no idea of either their backgrounds. He made the statements as if they were common knowledge.

“If you ask me, all they make good targets, but nothing more. And deserve to be reminded what real power looks like.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli smirked he knew what he was getting at, even though it was not true for his people the elites worked harder than anyone else, first to show up and last to leave. There was know way for him to know that, and he certainly was not going to share the information, Vash, and not likely the twins were the only ones that knew. “I don’t know would be nice to have someone to rub my back, and feed be fruit every night!” he said kicking his boot up on the bench toward Vash.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash flashed Eli an amused grin. Oh it was true of some, but not all. It was too broad a statement. “Well the rich are good for paying well,” she commented. She looked at Eli and his boots. “As long as you don’t put them on my table,” she said pointing her paring knife at him, “you’re safe.” She went back to what she was slicing. “If you want a back rub every night, Eli, I’m happy to oblige,” she wiggled her bald brows at him. “But feeding you fruit? No, you’d waste away on just fruit.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Oneshe laughed, interrupted by a small flinch.

“Ugh,” he huffed, tensing up his shoulder.

“Maybe I could get behind getting some kind of adjustment every now and then. Though no offense, miss. I wouldn’t expect it from you. You kind of have to know where the barbs are to keep from getting stuck. It is a whole thing.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash raised an elegant brow, “Would that not be true of anyone that would do that? Though I can vouch that Eli is very good at therapeutic massage,” she threw the medic a wink. She turned toward the oven and opened the door after pulling on protective gloves. Heat and steam billowed out. “You know the good thing about being bald? Heat and humidity doesn’t make my hair frizz. How annoying that would be to have to constantly fix my hair.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli blushed at the message comment it was true, but still. He chewed on his food like someone was going to take it from him, he was so hungry. “So, they make these wigs” he said. “You cant even tell thier wigs” he said wounding what she would look like with long red hair.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“I think she’d look older with hair for sure,” Oneshe began, then paused for a beat. Scrunching his brow as if he realized his words not might not be taken quite how he meant them.

“Though now that I say it out loud, that doesn’t sound as good of an argument as I thought. What I mean is… well, at least with my people, most adults have hair.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Eli spit out the water he was drinking violently and started laughing. Oh this is going to be good he thought. “Hear that love, he things you look like a child, Buhhhaaa” he laughed slamming his fist down hard on the table trying to fight back the tears.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash turned daggers on Eli. “Well that doesn’t mean much from him. He looks like a child too.” Her posture and the atmosphere became rather sultry very quickly. “But I’m happy to show you any time how much of a kid I am not.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli licked his lips and tugged in his lower lip. Oh i would like that the thi he thought among many other things, then shook out of it reaching for his medical pouch to get the inhibitor in him before she cranked up the heat, he’s able to resist it some but not for long. His eyes narrowed at Vash, his cheeks now flush red with embarrassment at the thoughts that had just raced through him, “AHhhh, D@m girl” he said slamming his head down on the table. pulling the inhibitor out of his pouch.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

As quickly as it happened, it was gone. A soothing calm replaced it and then faded. Eli didn’t need the inhibitor. She laughed. “Relax Eli. I know you don’t want that.” Vash didn’t either. Eli knew what Vash wanted, she was sort of obvious about it. The whole crew knew, but it was an unrequited love, and she knew it would stay that way. Maybe Eli had a point to a degree. It was time to do the mature thing and move on.

She walked over to the ship’s comm button. =/\=Dinner’s on! Your favorite! Get in here before it’s gone.=/\= It was everyone’s favorite so they should start rushing in. She moved back to the counter and started plating. She carried two plates over to Eli and Oneshe and set them down. It was Texas style toast with a traditional cinnamon and egg French Toast soak. Then it was covered in an almond, vanilla, and sugar butter. It was topped with sliced coconut and roasted almonds and baked. Then she topped it with fresh fruit. There were options of various syrups and powdered sugar on the table as well.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli leaned his head into her arm as she sat down the plate, it smelled amazing it always did. “I’m sorry I made fun of you” he said softly

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash chuckled. “I’d be sad if you didn’t.” Everyone here treated her normal. Included the teasing. She didn’t like being seen as a kid, but from Eli it didn’t sting. She was his kid.

Nathan stepped through the door, appearance tidy as always and a worn PADD in one hand on which he’d been reading the NOTAMs for this part of space. That was one agreement he’d had with the Zois for years - Nathan took care of staying on top of local news and told the brothers - or now just Noril - only if something was particularly interesting or concerning. It was decent enough downtime work when he wasn’t watching the bridge. He strolled around to Oneshe’s left and took a seat.

Vash grabbed another plate and set it down in front of Nathan. “If you eat fast there might be seconds.”

Oneshe ate with surprisingly good table manners when it meant avoiding getting syrup in his fur. Shortly after Eli’s apology, he paused mid bite,

“I did not mean to offend you either, miss,” he said,

“Honestly it’s hard to tell anyone’s age, you know. Like Vulcans, most of them are at least 50 years older than you think they are. And most Orion women age very gracefully as well.”

Vash nodded once, “Apology accepted. I guess I have good genes then.” Deltans aged better than even Vulcans.

After swallowing down another bite, he looked at what remained on his half-full plate,

“This is really good. Very good. I am going to gain so much weight.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

“Welcome to the ship,” Nathan laughed. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep you busy enough it won’t stick.”

Nathan Murray
First Mate / Weapons

Vash chuckled, “I’ll take the compliment, but don’t worry, I don’t make this often.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Noril headed in, grinning at Vash. “Do I smell food? Were you gonna call me?”

~ N, Captain

Vash raised a brow, “I made an all call. It’s not my fault you find your computers so fascinating.” She grinned. She grabbed a plate and pushed Noril’s shoulder toward the table as she put the plate on the table. “Sit down and eat.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Nope, its an display of bronzed edibles. It only looks like food.” TJ responded. He sat down to eat.

Rivers Eng

Vash gave TJ a cheeky grin. “I’m not sure if I should be insulted that you think my food is made of metal or flattered that you think it looks like a work of art.”

Eli’s eyes narrowed, “Well taste good to me, well done Daughter.” he said noting her new title for effect.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Vash grinned and rounded the table and dropped a kiss on Eli’s cheek. “Thanks Papa.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Noril almost rolled his eyes. “I swear, the two of you could be less obnoxious about it,” he said as he sat down to eat.

~ N, Captain