The Minotaurs Brigade: Mercenary Teseum Wardens. . .

The moment the two Warcors entered the shuttle and sat down near her Miyu regretted not having booked her own landing shuttle. It would have been so easy, but no, she had to "land with the comrades" because "That's how mercenaries do it" only of course those other Mercenaries didn't have their own bloody Paparazi Horde following them around no matter where they went now did they?

A splitsecond before they noticed her Miyu quickly closed her eyes and leaned against her restraints as if sleeping, hoping against hope that the good old "I can't hear you" trick would work...

It obviously didn't as the two Warcors suddenly started bombarding her with the weirdest and most insulting kind of questions she had heard for quite a long time. Damn what she'd give for a bunch of Zhanshi Guards keeping those fools at bay with their stern looks and Combi Rifles...

Sensing her distress Commander Koi instantly flashed into her mental field of vision, imposing himself over the blackness of her closed eyes. "Calm down Miyu...this is no official Interview or anything, you don't have to answer them at all, just ignore them if you don't want to deal with them, it's only about another hour of flighttime or so...how many more stupid question could they ask in that amount of time?.....Yeah yeah...I know...a LOT obviously....how about you pretend to be meditating? Or ask Kasa to hack their stuff? I mean we could obviously just answer their questions, but I don't think that'd be a good idea....."

"How about I cut them to bloody pieces and vent them into open space when no one is watching?" answered Miyu in her mind, in a quite stressed and angry tone.

"I think we should keep that as plan B at best....maybe C or D....they ARE apparently Live Broadcasting you know?"

With that he opened a screen in Miyu's mind, showing herself in her pretend sleeping position while getting bombarded by the Warcors questions.

"Uuurgh....that's creepy as hell! Please let me cut them down right now! I think I can do it fast enough so the Camera won't get it before it's cut to pieces!"

"No cutting down Warcors on a live broadcast! You'll have to come up with something else!"

Before Miyu had to come up with a solution herself however, the mysterious stranger that had boarded the Shuttle with them suddenly took it upon himself to silence the Warcors. Miyu was a bit surprised about the odd assumptions the guy made about her, as she didn't exactly consider herself a "noble", though it technically could be considered true in some way. She did however like the guy's style and was happy that someone did to them what she herself had envisioned for them, without the horrible complications that would have meant for herself had she done it instead...

Thinking to herself that the two would most likely now shut up, Miyu decided to keep pretending to sleep so as to nor tempt the two fools, and thus she spent the rest of the flight in actual meditation, listening to some of her favourite songs while she did.

Before she did that however she sent a quick "Thank you very much kind Sir! A cool beverage of your choice shall be yours should we get the chance to visit a appropriate supplier once we landed, my treat of course!" to the adress of the stranger, hoping that it'd be open to at least those kinds of messages...

Now obviously "buying someone a drink" had almost no meaning nowadays as these things were as cheap as cheap gets with the basic ammendments being taken care off all over the galays nowadays, but it was the gesture that counted, or so Miyu told herself......

 

Over the course of his years Uja had come up with a strategy of sorts. When dealing with people, especially those that weren't close to him or were not open with others, he would act in manners that he wouldn't normally. Add an innuendo here, act ignorant in certain areas, or other social pokes and prods to see what people were like. Their lusts, hopes, dreams, hatreds, etc. After all humans liked to hide their innermost or true feelings and did similar tactics. Therefore to adapt Uja ended up playing his own mind games in return. But always, always, carefully masked his inner feelings until the true nature of someone was revealed. Especially if he disagreed with them but needed to "feel" them out. Though he does not employ this "fishing lure" type of conversation all the time. Arabelle for example just "happened." Neither of the two got to "feel" each other out before they suddenly became a part of each other's lives.

Present:

Uja stayed and watched the Dog-Warrior leave the armory. He need a couple of minutes to answer all the questions he had been asked & state his opinions on matters.
Then there was the fact that Alistair knew he was part of the group he would be commanding. While that could easily be from being directly under Graywulf and the Caledonian didn't want his squad leader to be surprised of the Morat's inclusion Uja couldn't be feel some doubt. He had "friends" in the past that betrayed or screwed with him. While he always managed to escape or turn their actions back upon themselves. However, he had become cautious from those trails noticing little things or slights that might be signs against him. Though he was desperately hoping that history wouldn't repeat itself here.

Concerning the Revolver Wheel:

Uja'rak: "Would it be alright if I came back after the meeting so you can finish placing the Multi-Ammo Revolver Wheel? I would like to have this weapon completely furnished before the day is over."

Concerning Arabelle & his Relationship:

Uja'rak: "I didn't know that Bella was so famous. As for coming to test out the guns I'm not sure. I'll have to ask her if she will stop by with me." When replying to the inquiry into Human & Morat females Uja responded with a confused, "There is a difference?" Which in turn earned him quite a few laughs from the females present.

Uja'rak: Mentally states, "I think I need to find out who this husband of their's is. These women are clearly using their sex appeal to garner business. Nothing new but still distasteful especially to my bride if she ever came by here. I never did like certain aspects of Haqq culture."

When viewing Uryi for the first time:

Uja'rak: Mentally, "Hassassin! And without a mask for that matter. I don't know why Graywulf allows these operatives into his base. He has to know what they are capable of and where their true allegiances lie."
After Uryi expressed interest in the Vorpal blade Uja was about to allow her to handle "with" supervision. However, he had to witness LaTigre's sexual invasiveness. After Alistair broke them apart and he left the Morat approached the female Haqqite kneeling slightly to meet her eye level.

Uja'rak: "Are you alright?" he uttered. "Did she hurt you?" That took the group off guard since Uja's gruff voice became softer. Laced with not just concern but tenderness towards the groped woman. He then turned towards Balam and in a stern but normal pitched voice shook his pointed finger at her. "Bad kitty. Bad. Shame on you." This earned some chuckles as well considering Balam also played along by acting guilty and ashamed with her ears dropping while making a sad face at Uja. "I should spank you right here right now." That got the girls attention. Was he really going to do it? "But knowing you, that would only be considered a pleasurable experience. And having you experience pleasure from me is the last thing I want to do." He was really working the crowd now. At least they weren't in frenzy from his passive innuendos.

Uja'rak: "Uryi was it? I'm Uja'rak Se'ok but you can call me Uja. Please be careful with this blade. It was a gift from a still living friend of mine who slew an Umbra Samaritan." He grabbed hold of the Vorpal Blade and handed it to her gently. Uryi was silently ecstatic at finally holding such a mythical weapon in the palms of her hands. She caressed it softly so as not to cut herself on the edges. After a short while looking over the blade Uja asked, "Would you like me to perform a demonstration for you?" She nodded and handed the tri-star back to him.

Uja placed himself not too far from where the women stood. There was plenty of open room for him to perform his dance of death without harming anyone. He began to spin the blade in his right hand and threw it forward catching it on the way back. After doing this a few more times Uja changed the trajectory and angle of each throw. Then suddenly during one of his grabs, Uja "changed" the tri-star into a Morat sword and began to fall into an old Daturazi practice sequence. Slashing, stabbing, twirling & throwing the blade around. He then throws the weapon far ahead doing a backflip and landing in a handstand. As the sword comes back Uja "jumps" twirling in the air letting the blade fly underneath him. He did the same maneuver again when it returned to him once again. However, on the return trip Uja grabbed sword while in the air and during his backflip to land on his feet transformed it into a three pronged trident. He began to twirl the quarter-staff sized weapon with ease and skill. Showcasing his years of practice in both Morat & Shaolin arts of staff warfare. After a lengthy dance with his favorite type of weapon Uja finished his show.

Uja'rak: "So.." he said with a slightly heavy breath as he turned to the girls. "What do you think?"

 

[OOC:Pardon Alistair acting like he didn't knew Uja was part of his squad, it thankfully got clarified. Now post should be properly reflecting situation, even if remaining tad short..]

Alistair growled at the feline as she grumbled and mumbled, less than amused by her behavior, but unwilling to snap at someone that technically was a member of High Command. So, he released her quickly before turning his head towards the Morat, he thought how he felt about having alien as his second in command. Outsiders were never a good thing and here he was about to deal with someone that was essentially a deserter. Still, fact he was married to excellent officer, known for discipline and professionalism gave Caledonian some basis to offer at least some trust instead of rushing his companion.
"Uja, I will see you by the airport. I take you read the dossiers of the team." Dog warrior stood in the door, for a moment, sighing as he realized the innuendos Morat was feeding to all the women present here.
"I will see you by the airfield. Do not be late." Simple matter of fact statement, no anger, but also, there was no doubt Alistair expected his potential second in command to be punctual. He himself caught a glimpse of the show, blade dance and truth be told, was curious. He was a trained fighter and martial artist, but his style was far from flashy. It was brutal and efficient. Here it was closer to art, something he could truly respect. Still, with a shake of his head, McElliot was gone, moving towards the airfield with brisk tempo, making sure to be there ahead of time.

 

Alistair smiled when he heard someone addressing him by the rank and sight of S.A.S members made him relax a bit. He admired his S.A.S. trainers back in Scots Guard, they were always creative, but very reliable soldiers. He turned towards the buggy and got closer, listening the serviceman and servicewoman.
"Sarge, I have to say I was itching to be back in the field too. I spent to much time just running close combat courses." Alistair flexed the metallic arm, still shocked how natural it felt to operate and move. It was almost dreamlike for someone that spent months waiting for the prosthetic to finally integrate fully. Still as he was asked further he even laughed, feeling at home.

"Trust me, one of the artichokes proposed to grow some sort of worm to replace my arm. Suddenly bill for teseum bionic didn't seem that high lads." Even his usually well hidden accent shown as he was among "his kind".Just as he came behind the buggy, ready to jump in. "I will certainly attract some attention during family reunion." He jumped onto the back of the buggy, letting the rear axle creak under weight of the beastman.

"Airport is precisely when I am going soldier, ride will be appreciated." Dog warrior said in warmer, even if still growling tone, just as he summoned his antipode, and kept it very close to his side."And what kind of of officer would I be, if I didn't use other soldiers to haul my ass around corporal?" Alistair was after all sergeant during his last combat mission, only promoted after the action, still used to all the complaining about brass. "But what matters most... I can brawl again in my combat form. Bikers won't know what hit them this time."

 

Spoiler: Intimate Content Ahead

During Last Week:
Arabelle: "Must we do this?"
Uja'rak: "Bella, we have to nip this in the bud and this..."
Arabelle: "Is embarrassing." The newlyweds both sat on a bed naked in each others personal space. Uja's idea was to get used to each other's touch and the sight their bodies without clothes. Arabelle thought it was ridiculous at first but now she was feeling an entire different emotion.
Uja'rak: "I feel embarrassed too."
Arabelle: "Then why are we doing this?"
Uja'rak: "Because you are skittish around me." Bella realized that her actions must really be bothering him. Otherwise he wouldn't be going through this if he felt the same as she was feeling right now.
Uja'rak: "Give it a chance. It won't hurt to at least try." Bella sighed.
Arabelle: "Okay, I'm game." Uja was relieved to hear that. Despite being in ideal shape he didn't care for this any more than she did.
Uja'rak: "Thank you Bella. Now relax." Bella took a breath and released. She then nodded her head for him to continue. Uja then reached over and placed his hand over her stomach.
Arabelle: "Now I feel sexual dimorphism. I feel...like a hen being handled by a gorilla."
Uja'rak: "I guess that means this bothers you?"
Arabelle: "I don't know if it bothers me it just...feels weird." Uja nodded his head in understandment of her statement. This is what the exercise was supposed to combat against. The weird feeling of two completely different people who are unfamiliar which together. Despite their many strides in vanquishing that feeling some areas still needed to be conquered. He would be lying if he said that he was completely used to being around Bella but she had more reservations than he.
Uja'rak: "Alright your turn," the Morat said as he pulled his hand away opening his chest area to her touch. Bella took a good look at the scars that seemed to adorn his body. She had a few of her own but not to the extent of him. Being surprisingly quick to action, Bella placed her hand on his chest and began to "draw" along his scars. When one scar ended she "jumped" to the nearest one and continued "drawing" all over his body.
Uja'rak: "She is making progress," Uja mentally thought as he smiled. Things took a downward spiral when Bella "jumped" onto a scar that lead right to the base of Uja's penis. Instead of stopping or freaking out when she reach the base, Bella started walking her hand across Uja's meaty member which visibly surprised the Morat. Especially when she began to use it as a springboard for her hand to "jump" up in the air then onto his leg. It was then Uja realized that he hadn't touched her since she began tracing him. So he decided to lazily draw on her back while she was occupied. When she was done with his legs Bella spoke up,
Arabelle: "Ugee," she uttered in a slightly embarrassed tone. "Would it be alright if I tried your nipples?" That was an unexpected request.
Uja'rak: "Sure. We're here to get used to each other."
Arabelle: "Thanks," she smiled nervously. Uja watched as Bella began working on his chest like a safecracker trying to get the right combination. When she started nibbling & bitting them Uja realized what she was trying to do. She was trying to see if his nipples were sensitive. Instead of chiding her Uja counterattacked with is own brand of "safecracking" on her breasts. Bella became surprised for a few seconds but then focused back on Uja's chest. Unfortunately for her she wouldn't succeed. However, Uja managed to produce results with his techniques which got his bride a bit hot under the collar. Admitting defeat Bella pulled away from Uja's chest breathing heavier than normal.
Arabelle: "I want to try something else," she stated. Uja simply nodded his head. Bella then laid down on the bed and took Uja's penis placing it between her breasts. She then placed her arms under her chest to support her B cup sized breasts and over the package holding it firm in place. "Does this feel good?" she asked. Uja was getting surprised at Bella boldness becoming stronger as the session went on.
Uja'rak: "Yes, it's quite soft." Bella wished Morats didn't have red skin because it made it all the harder to tell if they are blushing. Neither of the two moved for a minute and Uja was content to remain in this current position as long as possible. Bella on the other hand got bored and started caressing Uja's engorged member giving it a kiss once in a while for good measure. "This was not how it was supposed to go," Uja thought while keeping his breathing under control. He didn't think he would end up in this situation or else he would have controlled his metabolism and slowed his bloodflow.
Uja'rak: "Woman..." the Morat groaned.
Arabelle: "I'm not putting this in my mouth or ass for that matter."
Uja'rak: "I never wanted you to." That made Bella quite stunned but happy at hearing the revelation.
Arabelle: "Good. Because your girth and size are big enough as it is." Uja realized once again that he wasn't touching her so he took his left hand and caressed the small of her back. This eventually lead to caressing her hips & cheeks. "Getting a little evasive back there big guy," she quipped.
Uja'rak: "You charged first woman. I'm simply retaliating," he replied. He then entered her bush & began to rub her vagina then he inserted a finger.
Arabelle: "Ah!!" Bella jerked forward. "If you want to have sex just say so next time."
Uja'rak: "I want to have sex with you Bella," he declared through controlled breaths.
Arabelle: "I'm riding," the woman instantly expressed.
Uja'rak: "Fine by me."

Half an Hour Later:
The couple climaxed with Uja's arms warped around pinning her to the bed. Bella's beasts pressed against his chest and her legs in tightening grip around his torso. They stayed there breathing heavily trying to recover from their intense sexual bout.
Arabelle:"Is that...how Zerats..are..taken?" Bella finally asked.
Uja'rak: "It..varies..by male. Just like..with..humans," he managed to sputter out.
Arabelle: "I like..these sess..ions," she continued.
Uja'rak: "We were..n't suppos..ed to mate Bella," He rebutted.
Arabelle: "We should," she countered. "We are..not y..oung any more Ugee. Lets en..joy the time we ha..ve." She made a good point.
Uja'rak: "Very well, we sh..all." As he leaned in for another kiss a dull voice came from their bedroom closet.
Jo-Un: "Can I use the bathroom now?"

 

To the Caledonian Woman:

Uja'rak: "Very well. I'll be joining you as soon as I retrieve my weapon."

To the Sultan's wives:

Uja'rak: "Thank you for managing to complete any upgrades to my Vulkan but I'll have to get the rest done at a later time. Hopefully very soon." The ladies handed Uja's shotgun back to him. Glad to hear that he would be returning soon. The Morat seeing this wondered what questions they would ask him. Maybe bringing Bella along would be a good idea.

To Uryi:

Uja'rak: "Tell the Sultan I hope to join this banquet of his if I'm able to. But only if the Mrs. comes with me. Also thank you for the info on the Samurai woman. Perhaps I'll run into her. It was a pleasure meeting each of you ladies." And with that he turned towards the exit. "Knucker lets go." The dragon followed but both he and Uja were worried about the prospect of riding with the critter's natural predator. Especially since this said predator has nearly succeeded in wiping out the Snakewolf species. "He'll sit on the side furthest away from the Caledonian and his pet," he thought. "That should keep him safe."

 

During Last Week:
Arabelle: (sniff) "This is all I ever wanted from this story." (sniff) "Misaki & Usui..I'm so happy for you both!!"
Uja'rak: "Bella! Are you ok?!"
Arabelle: "AAAHHH!!!" she screams as she desperately tries to hide the manga. "What on earth are you doing Usui!! I mean Uja!!"
Uja'rak: "Usui?" Bella berates herself for being so engrossed in the story that she swapped names and allowed Uja to sneak up on her. "Bella are you reading something?" Sighing, Bella removes the book from behind her.
Arabelle: "I guess there is no hiding it now. Uja..I'm an Otaku."
Uja'rak: "One of those intense fans of manga & anime? I see."
Arabelle: "Some tend to call us losers or freaks. Though those are accurate terms for certain Otaku."
Uja'rak: "So you're afraid that I'll think of you as a freak."
Arabelle: "Not just you everyone else. Manga and Anime are not big fandoms on Dawn. Ariadnaians are too caught up in "My nationality is amazing & unique." "Why would any of us want to indulge in what the outside galactic sphere has to offer." It really is a turnoff and pain when dealing with USAites, Scotts, & Kazaks. Thank God I was born French. We at least have an open mind to the outside world."
Uja'rak: "That is an understatement. The fact that we are married shows how open you are."
Arabelle: "Thanks, it's nice to know someone shares that point of view."
Uja'rak: "So which one are we going to read first together?" The honest reaction on Bella's face said it all. Her genuine surprise showed she never had someone else who gave her an opportunity to share her fandom. Partly because of her fear of rejection and partly due to no one even hinting at being interested in it.
Arabelle: "In that case, how about Maid-Sama, Toradora, My Love Story, Aishiteruze Baby, Bunny Drop, Ouran High School Host Club,..."
Uja'rak: "Eyeshield 21?"
Arabelle: "That one I got free. It was a full series so I wasn't going to pass it up."
Uja'rak: "Anyone you particularly like?"
Arabelle: "Well I'm finishing the last of Maid-Sama as we speak. Oh and I just started reading "The Lady and Her Butler" by Jade from Lezhin comics. If you give me a couple of minutes I'll could start over & read them both with you?"
Uja'rak: "Very well. Take your time."

A few minutes later:
Arabelle: "Ok done. You ready Ugee?"
Uja'rak: "Indeed I am."
Arabelle: "Remember if you dislike this one I got a few others to switch to."
Uja'rak: "I'll let you know if I find it boring Bella." As it turned out Uja liked both stories and Bella was thrilled with the outcome. Reading together became one of their activities. Though Bella started to get the urge to craft her own cosplay maid outfit to surprise her "Usui" Ugee.

 

Sometime During Last Week:

Uja'rak: "How did I get into this situation?" the Morat wondered out loud.
Artair Blaan: "We had the same idea," the Scottish stranger said. "Apparently we both thought we could get away with skinny dipping in the jacuzzi."
Yes, there was that minor detail. Both males sat in the hot tub with nothing on wondering how they got into this predicament.
Uja'rak: "Look, you have to leave now." The Scottish man looked at Uja as if he grew a second head in a short span of time.
Artair: "Leave?! Leave?! Yoou come sit down in bubbling water without checking your surroundings and then you have the..."
Uja'rak: "No, you don't understand she..."
Arabelle: "Ugee! I'm ready!" The Scott looked at the Morat's face & Uja simply nodded at the man.
Artair: "Bloody hell," he uttered while face-palming. Just then Bella walked in to the sight of a blonde man with a hairy chest. She immediately turned to Uja for some explanation only to see the Morat stunned that she came out of the changing room so quickly.
Arabelle: "Who is this?" the french woman asked in a clam manner.
Artair: "Artair Blaan lassie," the Scott continued to keep his hand over his eyes. "Ma and your man where just getting to know each other no harm done. Don't worry I'm not going to keen ya so no need to get riddy over this." He then stands up with his backside turned to Bella revealing his hairy back. "What a sorry drookit of a man I must look like. That bahooky doesn't tickle everyone's fancy. Women usually prefer men wit a smooth bairn's bottom." He tilts his head towards where Uja is seated. "I'll dunt into you latta. Have fun wit that bonnie lass of yours. Whatever she looks like." And with that the blonde Scottish man left. Leaving Bella & Uja wondering the meaning behind certain words of his speech.

The Next Day:

Artair: "Told ya I'd dunt into ya." Uja'rak turned to see the same man he shared a jacuzzi with walking towards him while he drank. "I'll hav what he's having." The barteener slide a glass of water over to where the Scotsman stopped. Artair blinked and double checked to make sure he was seeing correctly even taking a sip to confirm his suspicion. "Bloody hell. It's water!!" He spoke aloud turning to the Morat next to him.
Uja'rak: "Best kind of drink by far," finishing the sentence with a sip of his own.
Artair: "And here I thought you'd be getting mad wi'it. Concerning I tartled you & the lass's planned love making." Uja stared at the character standing before him.
Uja'rak: "You are a sad, strange little man." Well that don it. Everyone in the bar within earshot of the two halted when that heard what came out of the Morat's mouth. The bartender stiffened waiting for the Scott's reaction. Artair's jaw went slack. Once again staring at the Morat like he had grown two heads. Then it happened.
Artair: "HAHAHAHA!!!!...I like ya Ugee."
Uja'rak: "I like you too Artair." Then Uja had a thought. One that Bella wouldn't like but he felt that it was a nice gesture.
Artair: "What are you pondering in that wee head of yours?" Uja smiled.
Uja'rak: "I was thinking of inviting you to dinner," he stated calmly. Artair looked at Uja with a serious face.
Artair: "You sure about that? Me & your lass don't have a sloatin' relationship after last night."
Uja'rak: "We had sex there." He stated like it was a normal thing to converse about. This rewarded him with a slap on the back from the suddenly happy Scott.
Artair: "Braw for ya & ya bonnie lady friend."
Uja'rak: "Wife." Artair almost choked on his drink.
Artair: "She your wumman? OooHooo!! I'll be there all balloped up. Ya can bet this sauncy corry juket bisom keeps hes word."
Uja'rak: "Just come as you are. No need to get dressed up. It will be better for her if you're dressed as you are."
Artair: "Ah....someday you will see me all balloped up."
Uja'rak: "Just not today, lets get going. We don't want to be late for dinner."

Later That Evening:

Uja'rak: "Honey I'm home!!"
Arabelle: "It's almost time. Hurry to the table."
Uja'rak: "Bella I told you once before, you don't have to cook a meal."
Arabelle: "I have to get better at this sometime. Hope you like turkey."
Artair: "I love bubbly jock!" A Scottish accent filled the living quarters. Three heads popped out of the kitchen to see who uttered that noise. Bella almost freaked upon seeing the 3rd Highlander Grey Rifle in all his glory, clothed of course. She turned to Uja glaring at him and in doing so made the other three people in the place realize that the Morat didn't tell her that he was bringing company with him to dinner. Then the couple began a battled laced conversation without speaking. Bella ground her teeth as she moved her eyes to Artair then back at Uja. Uja just stared at her with his serious face showing her he was not budging on this. Bella began to plead with her eyes but Uja was not having any of that. She needed to get over dislike of people from other Ariadnan nations. In his mind Artair was a perfect tool to accomplish this. Bella knew this and when she saw that nothing was going to make her husband budge from his view...
Arabelle: "Mr. Blaan....would you like to dine with us tonight?" That was cringeworthy but Artair took it with stride.
Artair: "I'd be dighted not to," was his comeback. He then realized the two boys and introduced himself to them. "Artair Blaan, happy to meet ya."
Jo-Un: "Jun."
Arryn: "Arryn. What does your name mean?" The Scott sighed.
Artair: "Artair means bear-man & Bla means yellow but when An is added to the end it becomes yellow little one."
Arryn: "So your name means Little Yellow Bear Man?" The boy began to laugh in a charming melodious tone intending to rouse the Scottsman. "That's adorable," he finished with his right arm across his chest and his left hand under his chin. Staring longingly into the Blonde haired man's blue eyes. It didn't work.
Artair: "Me parents must hav been mad wi'it or prophetic when I was named. I turned out to be quite the bear with all this hair on me arms, legs, crotch, chest & back." Arryn's attitude changed upon hearing that. The mental picture that the description gave him turned his lustful attitude inside out. He never liked hairy people especially when he had to have sex with them. Seeing the uncomfortable body language Arryn was giving off reinforced Uja's faith that he made the right choice to invite the Scott to meet the family.
Uja'rak: "Well lets move this into the kitchen and enjoy what Bella has cooked for us." The whole family agreed with that and began to head into the kitchen except for Arryn. The boy headed over to Artair & pulled him aside. Away from the others so they couldn't hear him.
Arryn: "I don't believe it. You just said that to turn me off." The Scottsman removed his windbreaker jacket revealing his hairy arms. The grabbing hold of Arryn's right hand and placed it under his shirt making the young man gasp in the process. It was hairier than he imagined. "Are you a Dogface?" he asked with a blushed face.
Artair: "No." He paused for a second before continuing. "I'm not that kind of bear laddie."
Arryn: "Have you ever tried?"
Artair: "Why are ya so interested? Didn't ya just show an aversion to this earlier?" He looked down at the lad's hand under his shirt. Realizing what he was referring to Arryn pulled his hand away blushed even harder than before.
Arryn: "My offer still stands," he stuttered out. Artair replied with a "humph" knowing full well that the lad didn't offer himself earlier.
Artair: "They're waiting for us inside. It is rude to keep company waiting." And with that he began to move towards the doorway heading into the kitchen with Arryn keeping up the pace behind him. Wondering why he had just acted that way to something that was normally considered an aversion to him.

O.O.C. If you want to see what Artair looks like in uniform take a gander at the picture in the spoiler tag.

Spoiler

 

(OOC: Alright, time to get into this stuff!)

Somewhere in the tarmac of the old airport, the buzzing sound of a heavy machinegun could be heard cutting the air. It made a steady whirr, the rate of fire so intense that individual shots could not be heard. Down in the old place that hadn't been used in a while, a makeshift shooting range had been prepared, using the relative isolation as a means to keep things safe.

Four targets had been set up, and they had all been shred by constant, accurate gunfire. About five hundred meters away from them stood a man so bedecked in armor he looked more like a combat cyborg from a bad movie. From head to toe he wore vaguely articulate teseum alloy plates, each one so heavy that they thunked against each other when he moved, the steady buzzing of his heavy gun making his armor clink too. He was gigantic for a human, easily more than two meters tall, and none of that was increased height from the suit. However, as heavily armored as he was, his head went uncovered.

He wore round aviator sunglasses on a bald head, his beard cut short in mutton chops that were trimmed down to avoid snagging on his armor plates. As the big kazak stopped firing, looking at the now shredded remains of his targets, a group of people approached him, surrounding the large man that towered above all but one of them.

"Okay, big guy, how's the suit handling?" Asked a young woman, in fact she looked a bit too young, almost as if she was still a teenager.

"Like I am wearing nothing at all." Answered the large man, smirking and ruffling the young engineer's blonde hair as she came up to him.

"That's near 100% stability on the shots, Joakim, pretty cool. Looks like the suit's gyro-stabilizers are synching well with your internal ones." Said a small, wiry man as he took some notes in a pad he carried in his gnarly hands "Ready for the resistance test?"

Joakim, the humongous kazak veteran in the experimental suit, nodded as he handed his gun to one of the crew, another kazak veteran that had a nasty scar on his throat. He then stripped off the ammo pack from his back, not wanting to cause an explosion by accident.

"I am ready. What is resistance test?" The huge man adjusted his glasses as he looked at the two engineers next to him. The young girl was Dunya, a fellow kazak, and the man was Anderson, an USAriadna engineer. Neither of them was as tall as Joakim's chest.

"Oh, it's simple stuff. Wall is gonna shoot you with a rocket launcher." Anderson nodded towards a woman that was as tall as the kazak veteran, and even slightly wider. However, whereas Joakim was metal on top of metal inside of metal, the dark skinned USAriadnan sported a mix of muscle and body fat that would make most strongmen flinch at her sheer sight.

"Ah, be careful with that thing okay?" The veteran smirked as he adjusted his glasses, nodding at the humongous woman while walking about a hundred paces away from the group. Meanwhile, Amanda 'The Wall', loaded up a light rocket launcher with a low powered charge, not wanting to kill their friend, but needing to test the heavily reinforced suit he was wearing.

Joakim gave the signal and the massive woman took aim, shouldering the launcher that looked comically small on her oversized shoulder. She squeezed off a shot, and the rocket trailed white smoke off, hitting the vastly armored kazak veteran square in the chest. There was a loud explosion, and for a moment a ball of fire engulfed the older man.

When the fire was gone, Joakim was left sitting on his armor plated ass, an indentation dug into the ground where the shot had tossed about half a ton of man inside armor to the old tarmac. The members of the crew hurried over to check on him, but the huge man was casually cleaning his glasses as they arrived, clearly unfazed by the shot.

"That felt like nothing at all!" He laughed out loud, extending a hand to be helped up by the humongous black woman, the only one even close to strong enough to help the heavily armored veteran move. His movement was sluggish and ponderous, slow and deliberate and indicative of the insane weight of his armored suit as every step he took made a little thud on the ground, sometimes even leaving little identations.

There was a chorus of relieved sighs when a quick sweep revealed that yes, the suit was completely undamaged. However, the relief was short lived as a squat, red faced kazak man came in, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"What are you knuckleheads doing? This place is landing zone for incoming ship! It must be clear! Work it, you lazy asses! Joakim, Wall, you two lugheads get targets off zone, the rest do quick sweep, I want no bullet casing or shrapnel left! And what is that?!"

The squat man, Fedor Markov, pit boss responsible for the team, pointed at the shape on the ground that vaguely resembled a square butt, his face so red and a vein popping so visibly on his forehead that it looked like he was about to explode.

"Commander will be very upset when he sees that! It will be latrine duty for all of you! ALL OF YOU! Now clean this up! Hut hut hut!"

The group worked to ensure everything would be ready, and when the incoming Nomad ship arrived, they'd be part of the reception crew, no doubt to show off the advancements in Ariadnan exosqueletons that Joakim represented.

(OOC: sorry for the book. I had a lot of stuff to do in a single intro.)

 

O.O.C. I forgot to add this bit in the beginning. It details an event that happened during Uja'rak, Bella & the boys landing on Knossos island. It also introduces a character that is important to Bella's past. Well better now than later to post this.

During the Family's Landfall on Knossos Island:

Arabelle: "Well, we're here," Arabelle spoke in a non-caring attitude.
Uja'rak: "Something troubling you?" Uja'rak asked.
Arabelle: "It's nothing," Bella replied. Uja knew this wasn't the case but didn't press her on it.
Arryn: "This wasn't what I was expecting," the boy uttered from the back of the group. Jun kept quiet and took in the island's surroundings.
Uja'rak: "This is our home until Anastasia is no more."
Arryn: "That name sounds familiar...Oh ya, I pissed her off. Couldn't stand her anymore."
Uja'rak: "And how did you do that Arryn?" the Morat replied.
Arryn: "Got her in big trouble, quite the scandal I heard. Seems like she was not to happy about it."
Uja'rak: "I guess not." It was then that Jun decided to speak up.
Jo-Un: "Shouldn't we head indoors and get ourselves settled in?" Uja nodded.
Uja'rak: "Agreed. Let's unpack before we take a look around."

When they got inside there was no one to greet them.
Uja'rak: "Strange," thought Uja. Arryn was the next one to utter his voice.
Arryn: "Anyone home?"
Arabelle: "Maybe they are all busy somewhere else?" Arabelle chimed in.
Jo-Un: "That seems a bit odd don't you think?" Jun rebutted.
Uja'rak: "I'll go on ahead. You three wait here."
Arabelle: "What?"
Uja'rak: "I'm going to find out what is happening while you three stay safe." It may have been recent memories and doubts affecting her but Bella took his comments differently.
Arabelle: "I can scout just as effectively as you," she blustered.
Uja'rak: "There is something bothering her," uttered Uja's inner thoughts. "It is better for me to be in danger than you or the children." That made Arabelle bristle.
Arabelle: "I have fought beast & man-beast alike. This kind of situation is part of the job. If anything you stay with the kids while I go up ahead to check what's going on."
Arryn: "What's her problem?" Arryn whispered to his companion.
Jo-Un: "No clue," Jun statically uttered. The two then turned back in time to hear Uja's rebuttal.
Uja'rak: "I may have known you for a short time but I can tell that you are not yourself Belle. Whatever the problem is we can work it out together after I return." Bella open her mouth to speak but Uja shout her down. "This isn't up for discussion. Talking to you now will only end in an argument or confrontation. I'll see you when I get back." And with that he set off on his way leaving Arabelle to fester in her anger with Arryn & Jun to provide her company.

Arabelle: "That infuriating...ARH!!" voiced Arabelle's inner thoughts. She was further contemplating the wisdom of accepting the Morats offer. Sure the kids needed her to legally stay together but what about her? What had she gotten herself into? As the Garou continued to pace the floor for over half an hour the sound of heels echoed down a hall. Arryn & Jun turned to see a business woman in corporate attire with black hair & glasses on. Her eyes were glued to her device, a 21st century oddity that at one time was all the rage on planet Earth. They could make out what looked like an apple adored on the back as the lady continued to walk by without lifting her head from the screen. Arryn could have opened his mouth to warn the women of their intermit impact but decided against it. He wanted to see what would happen. Jun turned to him conveying his thoughts with body language, "Why?" Arryn conveyed his with a shrug of his shoulders, "I don't know." The sound of impact returned their attention to the main event.

Arabelle: "I'm so sorry."
Roxelana Beaumont: "No, no, the fault is mine," the Wulver answered. The two where so consumed with embarrassment over not paying attention to their surroundings that they didn't catch each others voices. But when their eyes meet they remembered the good, the bad and everything in-between. Pupils shrank, bodies stiffened and all use of words was lost on them. After a short span of time Bella was the first to speak.
Arabelle: "Roxy...I..." Roxy lounged at her grabbing the lapels of Bella's shirt and on instinct Bella did the same to her.
Roxelana: "I CAN'T BELIVE YOU!!" she yelled. "YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE!! AFTER EVERYTHING WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH AND DONE TOGETHER?!?"
Arabelle: "I..."
Roxelana: "DO YOU REALIZE THE PAIN YOU CAUSED ME?!? HOW YOUR ACTIONS BROKE ME?!?"
Arabelle: "I'm sorry." Bella then embraced Roxy in a hug wrapping her arms tightly around her while tears rolled down her face. Roxy wanted grab and throw her across the room. She wanted to actually claw her to experience a taste of what she felt. How she felt during the first few weeks after Bella left, clawing and crying her herself exhausted. But as she looked down at Bella's face buried into her chest all the vengeance & choice words Roxy had stored up vanished. Her little hen was crying and her heart ached to comfort her.
Arabelle: "I suffered as well especially recently. You have always been on my mind in one way or another." Roxy's eyes began to moisten. "I felt terrible when I lied to my parents about never being with anyone. I hated myself for leaving you like that and If I had another chance to do it all over again, I would bring you to my parents to explain our relationship. I know they would love you and we could be a happy couple. I know that you don't want anything to do with me but if you could at least forgive me that would be fine."

At this saying Roxy broke down. Burying her face into Bella's hair and embracing her as well. The two sobbed into each other for a few minutes until they finally lifted up their heads and Roxy looked around. To her embarrassment there on two seats sat two feminine looking boys. She didn't know how long they sat there but it was clear that they were watching her and Bella for a long time. The one of Asian descent had a look that was both sympathetic and uncaring while the Indian one watched with an interest. Outside of Roxy's vision Bella was mortified. Realizing that she had spilled the beans in front of them. Jun's personality was unknown but he didn't seem to be the type to tattle. Arryn on the other hand was devastating. In her short time living with him Bellla knew he would very likely use this against her in some sort of blackmail. What she didn't realize is that Arryn had no intentions of revealing what had just transpired in front of him. However, he made a mental note to keep the scene in mind in case it would have to be brought up in the future. After a couple of seconds of inaction Arryn beckoned with his hand to continue the scene that was playing out before him a few moments ago. This gesture ticked off both women but Jun reached his hand over blocking Arryn's.

For the next couple of minutes the two former friends talked mostly about what happened to Roxy during the time that they were separated. As they chatted Uja come back.
Uja'rak: "I found a woman named Wayah and she apologized about the cold reception we had. She has also provided us with living quarters." He then noticed the Wulver standing next to Bella. "She a friend of yours?"
"Oh um, yes. This is an old girlfriend of mine, Roxelana." Uja walked over and proceeded to shake Roxelana's hand.
Uja'rak: "Happy to make your acquaintance Roxelana." Roxelana was stunned. She had heard of the "Red Apes" of the Combined Forces and none of them were good. The fact that this one was polite and that he knew Bella caught her off guard. Roxy composed herself and shook back.
Roxelana: "It's nice to meet one of Bella's friends. I admit that I'm surprised at you being a Morat."
Uja'rak: "I don't blame you Roxelana. My people's feelings on other species is not a good one. So almost every interaction humanity has with them is negative in some way."
Roxelana: "I've heard many stories about those interactions and please call me Roxy. Nearly everyone does."
Uja'rak: "Very well Roxy I'll take care to remember that."
Arabelle: "Oh, Uja" Bella butted in. "It is getting late and I would rather not have my friend have to cross the ocean at this time of day."
Uja'rak: "Sure she can stay over," the Morat said like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Roxelana: "Oh, I don't want to be any trouble."
Uja'rak: "Nonsense Roxy. Any friend of Bella's is welcome to lodge with us."
Roxelana: "Well then if you insist."
Uja'rak: "I certainly do. Besides we have enough room to accommodate you." At this Uja began to pick up the group's belongings and walk off. "It may not look like it but we will fit. I'll just sleep on the floor while you girls share a bed." If Uja turned around at that moment he would have seen both Bella & Roxy blush at his comment.

Spoiler: Intimate Content Ahead

A Few Years Ago in the Past:
Roxelana: "Come on."
Arabelle: "No."
Roxelana: "Still having trouble loosening up?"
Arabelle: "I just don't feel like it." Roxelana leaned back and let out a sigh.
Roxelana: "For someone so strong & independent you sure are cloistered around others."
Arabelle: "I had bad experiences with others due to my heritage."
Roxelana: "And I had terrible ones due to me being part alien mutt. But you don't see me bottled up and unwilling to let loose now do you?" This time it was Arabella's turn to sigh.
Arabelle: "I don't care how much you nag me I'm not going to cuddle with you now." Roxy stared at her partner for 2 years still playing hard to get. They had done this multiple times before but getting her girlfriend to be intimate was like pulling teeth at times. And times like these called for desperate measures.
Roxelana: "Okay then," She utter defeatedly, "I'll leave you be."
Arabelle: "Good," Belle uttered. "Now I can read in peace." A few minutes past and Roxy let Bella read the book she was engrossed in. Then she struck with the unbridled ferocity of a wolf lunging at it's prey. She began to gently nibble Belle's ear.
Arabelle: "Eh, what are you...?" Roxy responses with a throaty growl. "Roxy...cut that out!" Before Bella can react Roxy wraps her arms around her waist under her B+ sized chest and hooks her legs under her partner's. Making sure Bella is locked down and emitting another growl. "Roxy!! Stop!!"
Roxelana: "Make me," she cooed as she let out a breath on Belle's cheek.
Arabelle: "Fine!!" Bella turned towards Roxy looking into her face. Staring straight into two pools of emerald fire glinting with desire. Roxy in turn glared right back into Bella's brown eyes. How could something so plain and boring in color get her worked up so much? Bella made brown look beautiful. Her whole being seemed plain and boring but that was just the wrapper hiding the candy inside. Yes, that is what she was...a piece of chocolate Roxy mused. Bella was a plain chocolate treat with no fillings or the like but the taste was an experience to behold and she alone got to experience her. It was then Roxy realized she went off track and wracked her head for a witty comeback to continue what she started.
Roxelana: "You're drowning Bella. Are my eyes that captivating to you?" "Pffff," the restrained chocolate answered back. Roxy mused that chocolate melts when too much heat was applied but she was a strange girl in that she always enjoyed melted chocolate. Now she would get to enjoy the biggest puddle she would ever indulge in.
Arabelle: "Are you done yet?" Bella barked. Roxy knew that the woman before her could take her out like she did with so many Dogface & Wulvers before. But the fact that Belle never did was a sign to Roxy that deep down inside of her she enjoyed this kind of attention she was receiving. Time to give her more of it.
Roxelana: "After all, I want my pool of chocolate now," she mused with her inner voice. "Not quite," Roxa lulled her voice. "I still need to peel back the wrappers on my chocolate bar." That made Bella blink a few times since the Wulver never called her that before. She awoke back to reality when she felt Roxy's bare teeth caress her skin.
Arabelle: "What the..." was all Bella could mutter before gasping for breath. Why on earth did she react that way to teeth being rubbed against her skin?
Roxelana: "Wow, you're slipping little werewolf."
Arabelle: "Shush..."
Roxelana: "Could it be you're enjoying the Big Bad Bitch's feminine wiles? Would you like me to eat you now?"
Arabelle: "GAH?!?"
Roxelana: "You're right its far too soon and I'm just getting started." She then takes her nails and scrapes them on Bella mimicking a clawing motion. This caused the Garou to suddenly arch herself. Both girls were surprised at this with Roxy quickly recovering and grinning from ear to ear. "You are so desperate to be fucked and yet you fight every step of the way."
Arabelle: "Was that true?" Bella questioned in her mind. Could she really be this needy right now?
Roxelana: "Well then..." Roxy paused, "I think I should speed this up don't you?" And with that she quickly turned Bella around and pushed her on her back.
Bella managed to raise her head up when Roxy pounced upon her pinning her arms down on the mattress.
Roxelana: "You look wonderful my little brown hen." Bella's face grew red.
Arabelle: "S...shut up..."
Roxelana: "Since our first time together I have grown to love your drumsticks." Bella's eyes grew wide knowing what she meant. "I think I'll enjoy them now," she spoke as she leaned in and kissed her brown hen before she could cluck back. Meanwhile her hands removed Bella's bottom clothing and only stopped kissing when the act was done. "You got a lovely set of hen hips down here BB. It is a shame you don't entice me more with them." And with that she buried her face into Bella's thighs. To her credit Bella still fought against the tide of pleasure threatening to wash over her but it was a losing battle. Roxy bit, licked, scratched, growled and drove her mad. While Bella lay in a heap Roxy hovered over her with a gloating face of triumph. "Now I want you to beg mama," Roxy said reminding Bella of their slightly over a decade age difference. "Beg your baby girl to make a bitch out of you," she ended with her tongue caressing across her sharp teeth erasing some remainders of Bella's blood. Bella struggled to prop herself up on her elbows. Her mind was still reeling from the euphoria she experienced. She manage to wrap her arms around Roxy's neck with Roxy wrapping her arms around her to help her stay aloft.
Arabelle: "Roxelana..." whispered Bella.
Roxelana: "Yes?" Roxy drawled out. A moment of silence passed between them Bella spoke.
Arabelle: "You lost control..." In a flash the tables were turned. Roxy was on her back now pinned to the bed with an expression of shock & awe.
Roxelana: "How...?" she managed to utter.
Arabelle: "Come now Emerald Eyes" Bella cooed. "You've known me for 2 years and you're still overconfident as ever." And with that Bella began to tease and remove Roxy's cloths. Burying her face in Roxy's fur tuffs, bitting the Wulver's B+ sized breasts and revisiting upon her all of what Roxy did to her. By the end of their bedroom brawl both women were naked and exhausted.
Arabelle: "You...know..." Bella managed between heaving breaths. "We...didn't...think...of...using...our...toys."
Roxelana: "I...was...a...bout...to...," Roxy rebutted. "But...you...had...to...go...ruin...it...by...not...ac...cept...ing...de...feat."
Arabelle: "Sor...ry...Rox...we...will...do...it...next...time."
Roxelana: "You...prom...ise?"
Arabelle: "Prom...ise."

The Day After Landing on Knossos Island:

Roxelana: "I slept wonderful last night. I forgot how good it felt having you by my side Bella. I even dreamt of our past when we where together."
Arabelle: "I did too," Arabelle replied.
Roxelana: "It was a nice reminder of what we once had and now that we cleared the air between us we can..."
Arabelle: "We're not getting back together Roxy." The Wulver's joyful mood died upon hearing that. A small sense of fear swept over her. Would this be a repeat of that awful event when they broke up? In a cafeteria no less? Bella looked a bit crestfallen. Like most of the decisions in her life, it was clear that alot of thought went into this. She looked into Roxy's face, "There is something I need to tell you about..." After Bella concluded her story Roxy stared at her in dumbfounded amazement. Bella wasn't one to make up stories like and this tale had a fair share of things for the Wulver to be worried about.
Roxelana: "You married a Morat?!?" she uttered in low voice.
Arabelle: "I was drinking at the time and was feeling a bit "emotionally needy. Plus there was the good cause angle of helping him keep the boy out of trouble."
Roxelana: "Without the need to have sex," Roxy rebutted. "Yet you willing, against his original wishes, offered yourself and proceeded to have a merry fuck the same night."
Arabelle: "I know," Bella said though gritted teeth.
Roxelana: "And on top of that..." Roxy continued, "there are the vibes of a conspiracy involving a trafficking ring. Then you try to paint it in a way that it's not as bad as it sounds. Pardon my French Belle, but what the literal fuck did you get yourself into?!?" Bella released a heavy sigh from across the table.
Arabelle: "I don't know. I made a mistake and now...I know I can leave and that will be the end of it but..."
Roxelana: "But?" replied Roxy.
Arabelle: "I'm going to give him some time before I do that." Roxy was beside herself.
Roxelana: "Is this because he was amazing in bed?"
Arabelle: "Even though he was..." Bella countered, "That is not the reason I'm sticking around. I'm going to give him a chance but I'm not going to be stupid about it." Roxy rubbed her head.
Roxelana: "I wish you would reconsider this. The whole thing is...crazy. Why give it a chance?"
Arabelle: "Roxy trust me. I know it seems I'm...stop looking at me like that." Roxy wiped away her "well you are" face.
Roxelana: "Sorry."
Arabelle: "Rox, I know its hard for you but please have some faith in my decision."
Roxelana: "Fine," pouted the French Wulver. "But I'm going to check in alot, for business reasons."
Arabelle: "Of course," Bella sighed. "Anyway Rox it has been fun but I need to find someone..."
Roxelana: "A certain alien red ape?"
Arabelle: "Roxy..."
Roxelana: "Alright, alright, I won't stand in your way. Just please be safe."
Arabelle: "I promise."

What had he gotten himself into? He should have refused her when she demanded him to "do it right" but he caved in. Yet what followed was an amazing experience. The way her skin felt against his. The way he gripped her hips as she bounced and he thrusted inside her. The kisses they shared and the emotions on her face. Her whole being was a pleasurable experience. Even after the act and in the morning the two of them enjoyed each other's company. It was like that until they came to the island when she suddenly changed her mood. Perhaps it was her monthly cycle but Uja wondered if it could be something else. Still the thought weighed heavily on his mind that they both slipped up in their judgment calls.

As he meditated on these things the very object of his thoughts manifested. Arabelle appeared in the corner of his vision walking towards the edge of the island where he was sitting.
Arabelle: "I've been looking everywhere for you."
Uja'rak: "And I've been thinking about you."
Arabelle: "Oh..." she uttered. After a couple of seconds she reach the spot where Uja sat.
Uja'rak: "We need to have a talk," the Morat gruffly said.
Arabelle: "Seems we both have been thinking about the same thing."
Uja'rak: "It does." Arabelle sits just outside of the Morat's reach. Both of them looking out over the Ariandian sea. Bella lets the Morat speak first. "We have made a mistake. In our moments of weakness we made a decision that normally would be reserved until knew each other better." The French lady nodded her head in agreement.
Arabelle: "I was tipsy at that time and spoke of personal deficiencies in my current life." It was Uja's turn to nod.
Uja'rak: "Even though we both enjoyed our sexual bout together it is imperative that we put that behind us. I'm giving you the opportunity to back out of our deal considering our actions and events that has followed."
Arabelle: "Well," Bella thought, "he doesn't pull any punches." This was her chance to leave the mess she had gotten herself into. No worries about a galactic conspiracy ring, the strange Kazak blonde, the PanO Knight, the kid or the Morat sitting before her. One simple choice and all of that would go away. Yet that was the problem. She knew her mind & conscience would always nag her. Make her wonder what happened or became of this whole debacle. Besides she did say to Roxy that she would see this through at least for a little while. If things got bad she could just return to the mainland when her Wulver friend came back.
Arabelle: "I've already decided to stick around for awhile," she calmly stated. Uja looked at her face and body noticing that she was content with her decision. "But," she added, "I think we should both be open with each other about our pasts. After all, we were both open with each other concerning our bodies." Once again Uja nodded in agreement.
Uja'rak: "Very well," he commented, "do you wish to go first?"
Arabelle: "No, I think I'll let you take the lead." The Morat let out a gust of air.
Uja'rak: "Alright then, I'll begin..." Uja started from as far back as he could remember in his childhood and worked up from there. When he got to the Daturazi introduction rite Bella had to stop him.
Arabelle: "You mean to tell me that you did that?!?"
Uja'rak: "Yes," he stated as a simple matter of fact.
Arabelle: "Mon Dieu!! That is fu...I don't have any words."
Uja'rak: "Belle let me explain something. Regardless of what you hear about my people we are not savages or barbarians. We are not murder loving monsters who live just to spill blood. Morats have spirit of competition not bloodshed. We have schools, scientists, craftsmen, of which I was born into a craftsman family and retain some of what I was taught. If Morats were mindless murder machines we wouldn't be able to advance as far as we have. War is a natural thing to us not a goal or an end."
Arabelle: "What do the other Morats think of the Daturazi?"
Uja'rak: "Daturazi are revered both in honor & fear. Morats don't like to talk about the rite. The violence Witch Soldiers create on the battlefield is..."
Arabelle: "So other Morats are afraid of you guys?"
Uja'rak: "Some are, though they won't admit it."
Arabelle: "Then why shouldn't I be too?" He had a feeling that this would be her reaction.
Uja'rak: "Belle, I'm not going to..." It was just a movement of his right hand, a motion made towards her but years of training and experience kicked in. Bella reached for her pistol holstered on her right side. However, she and Uja both stopped their movements both realizing what the other was doing. The look on Bella's face was of anger and disappointment in herself for showing a level of distrust in her "husband."

Wayah: "Is something wrong here?" The two turned to see a tall Cherokee woman standing nearby. "You look a bit stressed," she continued saying to Bella, "is everything alright?"
Arabelle: "Everything is fine," Bella answered back. "I got a bit jumpy that's all. If something was wrong I'd let you know." The tall woman looked over the whole scene once more and nodded.
Wayah: "I'll be around here if any of you need me," and with that she headed off a short distance away to give the couple some space.

Arabelle: "I'm sorry," Bella managed to say.
Uja'rak: "I understand why you did it," Uja replied. "You felt threatened and brought protection for yourself." Just as he finished saying those words the holster and gun landed at his feet. Uja turned to Bella with a surprised expression on his face while Bella just closed her eyes and spoke.
Arabelle: "Now, let me tell you about my past..." Uja listened as she listed off her history & her relationship with Roxelana. She expected him call her out on the pre-martial affair but he remained silent on the matter. Finally Bella decided to break the ice. "Why are you silent? Aren't you going to call me out about me thinking of cheating on you with my ex?"
Uja'rak: "I don't need to," he answered back. Arabella stared at him like he had grown an extra head. "You are already are calling yourself out on it which is a good sign. Now all you have to do is change or as the Good Book says repent."
Arabelle: "I forgot you are a practicing Christian."
Uja'rak: "And Buddhist," Uja added. "I remember..." he continued, "when I truly realized how I needed to change how I lived my life. I began to cast off the ideas and ways I had grown up with and replacing them with something better. It took a long time but the results were worth it."
Arabelle: "How so?" Bella asked.
Uja'rak: "I got into the Human Sphere through the relationships I built with those who at one time I would have called my enemies. Even though I lost many on Paradiso and personally had to kill one I don't regret it. While I do miss some of my comrades in the Supremacy it is better that they remain there. They were not ready to accept enlightenment and neither were many humans I encountered. Regardless I wouldn't trade my journey away including this part with you." And with that said, he picked up the gun & holster handing it back to Bella who once again was staring at him.

Arabelle: "Guess that settles it then." Uja's face showcased some confusion as to what she meant by that. "We are going to give this a chance then, right husband?" Now it was Uja's turn to show surprise. "I don't think we should jump into bumping and grinding. Wouldn't want to repeat out first blunder," she looked at him for agreement on this.
Uja'rak: "Yes," he gruffly spoke. "We wouldn't want to enjoy ourselves on this lovely night." Bella couldn't hide the smile forming on her face.
Arabelle: "You're disappointed," she noted.
Uja'rak: "A bit," he blurted out. "It is hard not to be especially since I had you once before."
Arabelle: "We'll cross that bridge later big guy. Right now I think I'll retire."
Uja'rak: "Bella wait."
Arabelle: "Yes?"
Uja'rak: "Lets get together each night to talk, pray & interact starting today."
Arabelle: "You mean right now?" The Morat nodded his head. Arabelle knelt down with Uja across form her. Both of them reached out cupped each others hands and bowed their heads. Standing afar off, Wayah watched the two. Happy to see that whatever had gone on between them was apparently sorted out. She looked out to the sea viewing the last bit of the sunset marking the end of one day and the coming promise of another one.

 

<Spot saved for immediate EVO REM intercept attempt>*

<White Noise zones activating>

OOC: I’ll update the post when I get to my desktop.

 

The more he saw of this place the less he liked it. Having the biker gang scowl at him from afar didn't help to reverse his opinion. Sitting back and watching from a distance seemed to be the plan of action until he could be more sure of the situation.

Artair: "Well that is a surly lot." Uja turned to see the Scottsman standing right next to him.
Uja'rak: "How did you get here?"
Artair: "I hitched a ride earlier. Didn't want to miss the debacle that would soon be unleashed upon this sorry state of an island. You keen on staying back here arn't ya?"
Uja'rak: "That's the plan," the Morat stated.
Artair: "Let me keep ya company. I don't want to get nearer to those iron horse manics than I have to." Uja nodded and returned to surveying the landscape waiting for the shuttle to touch down.

 

A loud "Yooooooo!" warning shout from Commander Koi instantly ripped Miyu out of her meditation, and as she opened her eyes and looked around herself in surprise Commander Koi appeared in front of her with a concerned expression on his face, hastily explaining "Something is apparently tailing us, and by its movements I'd say it's trying to get within weapon's range!"

"Oh you've got to be kidding me..." came Miyu's frustrated responce. An attack in mid air was amongst the most frustrating situations for her as there way very little she could do during situations like that, and she really hated relying on people she didn't know.

"So you noticed as well hm? Guess we've got ourselves some trouble.." was Kasa's responce from next to Miyu, and as she said so her armoured addon audibly whirled into action, unfolding in fromt of Kasa while physically connecting some of its sockets to the shuttle's access ports to gain access to its network and sensors.

"Seems like something is indeed trying to get us....don't worry, I'll try to run some distraction and decoy programs. It's not much but maybe it'll buy us enough time to get within range of the ground defense weaponry. I would have sent a warning as well, but apparently the pilot is already aware..."

And with that Kasa waved her hand at her addon and a multitude of holo pannels appeared in between the two, flickering at rapid pace.

Meanwhile Miyu herself held on tight, knowing full well that there way no way to get to her TAG right now, and little she could do from within the shuttle at this moment to help, so she decided to stay out of more helpful people's ways, and tried not to panick, Commander Koi swimming close by, monitoring her mental state to be able to calm her down instantly when needed.

(I dunno what exactly is attacking us, and since I don't know about Kasa's full stats and stuff yet, I don't exactly know what to roll for, but I did a Hacking roll to deploy some countermeasures anyway and rolled a 11 & 6, hopefully that'll be enough to help somehow!)