"Dio. Well that's fucking perceptive monkey. Pretty much everyone here is running from or to something. Sane people with good options don't do this." Tony spits out the insult. The Morat had succeeded in getting his back up. OOC: Tony will mind Uja tagging along. The simplest answer is actually for the two of them to compare notes. But that only makes sense if they trust each other. Independently pursuing the information and comparing notes down the track after establishing a rapport is possible though.
Uja'rak: "Fine. You don't have to give me answers concerning your past. Seems you and some others were kept in the dark about what really happened to that vessel. From your apparent outburst, it is bothering you as well." O.O.C.: Okay, got ya. We will see how this subplot plays out.
He was by now tired, exhausted and the day was nowhere near the end, and already Morat shown amusing level of people skill. This time though, he proven to be utterly sincere, while Nomad proven charmingly anti-social and already spewed insults. Alistair growled once as he heard first insult then spoke in low tone as he moved back into Control Tower. "This "shithole" is where I was born and raised. So, both of you, think twice before speaking. Now instead of jabbering get those fucking TAGs on the truck and keep watch. AIs love deploying TO snipers. We will meet with retrieval team deeper in the city." Alistair suggested that insulting home of direct superior was not a best idea especially in his presence, but didn't dwell on the issue. He was there to keep the team alive and killing the enemies, not pissing each other off. "Drop the issue and focus on the job. We will share Paradiso war-stories some other time." Alistair decided it would be best if he retrieved him Molotok quickly and took the Solace of long staircase to transform and fasten the straps on his combat armor to fit his human form. He sighed as he contacted the retrieval team and mark drop off coordinates at his quarters. Once back downstairs Scot would be a whole different person, exhausted and slightly smelly, but still hoping that day could be salvaged in the long run.
Tony responds with a mocking salute and then buttons up his Gecko, walking it over to the truck. He doesn't wait to see Alistair's response, and frankly doesn't really care. His mind is on other things, and not really the job at hand. His Tinbot stops by the shuttle and grabs his bag, bringing it over to the truck. On the truck, Tony squats the Gecko down. Safes the weapons and then begins strapping it into place. Once complete he waits for the next TAG to arrive. Using the bulk of the Gecko where possible to break up lines of fire. He pings the airfield services control interface and requests a REM pallet jack to grab the palletised gear - including Dreanna's TAG - from back of the shuttle and bring it over to the truck for cross loading. He eventually distracts himself with the minutiae of the task at hand.
Alistair requests were easily approved by the retrieval team and He saw on the Comlog ther Jeep swerwing toward his quarters. . . The requested truck arrived at Tony's location and He was mildly surprised to see a Nomads chassis optimized for Geckos, affixed to a sturdy and reliable, if antiquated, 8-wheeled big A.T.V. !! Uja's wife, Arabelle, heard of the whole discussione on their shared comms channels and asked, a little worried, if everything was O.K. and if was needed for someone a lift with the Hum-Vee of Her Merovingian Sniper Squad. . .
Meanwhile, in front of the bedazzled Dreanna the Moirae Observancers Trio was politely awaiting if the fellow Bakunite needed some kind of "Spiritual Cleaning" or a simpler Confession. . . This behaviour was nor totally unheard of, even in the wreckage of a battlefield. . . But what caught totally unprepared the pretty Chimera Kitty was the sight of the materials discharged from the cargo bay of the Orbital Shuttle and, apparently, tagged with Dreanna's personal signature. . . Enough Hardware and Geckos Spare Parts to build her "Dream Exoframe", the Balrog Chassis, with all possible Stealth T.O. Camo technology available to the Nomads Nation. . . This meant that someone (something?) has "Breached" in Dreanna's Mainframe to download Her most heartfelt project. . . And someone gifted Her with the costly wargear needed to properly realize Her dream. . . . It smacked clearly of A.I. level of interfering behaviour. . .
A few minutes earlier... [[Boy you guys are prolific! ;p]] Dreanna politely shakes Uja's hand. "I'm glad we cleared that up." she said softening her expression a bit. "The last thing I need is to have people get the wrong impression of me." "Then why did the secret folder wiht your fire-porn popped up in my desktop?" said Echo privately to Dreanna "Shush, you!" replied the Flustered Catgirl. Then LaTigre Balam advanced on Dreanna, making her seek shelter behind the Morat. While the Morat came off as odd, this Chimera was definetly dangerous in more ways than one. And of course, a member of the Observance offered Dreanna assistance and quite possibly had hear Echo's previous remark. Dreanna paled and gulped hard, while instinctively bringing out her lighter and flipping its lid open and shut repeatedly. She was grateful for the Morat's interaction with Tony taking attention off her. @Mother Kitsune: "Thank you Mother Reverend, I'll keep it in mind."
[Glad to be of Help, My childe. . .!! It seems that Your Team Leader have everything in hand, and need to debrief all of You somewhere else. . . I'll ping the location of the Underground Chapel that We of the Observance have consecrated to Our Mother of the Knife; it is a nice place, used many, many years ago by the Miner Women that inhabited that Island when it was just an Ariadnan Colony. . . Is a nice place, secluded and private, sanctified by years of honest toil of Hard-Working Women and so especially dear to the "Mysteries of the Mother" so under the surface and away from the prying eyes of the Patriarchy. . . Come when You feel, and one of the Moirae will be there to assuage Your fears and confess any sin that You COULD have committed. . . . . . . . By the way, I don't know well Your squadmates, my childe, but the big alien Ape is TOTALLY different from the jests-tests He performed; apparently as far as I know is a DEEPLY Spiritual Being, interested in the Mysteries of the Universe, and has married a HUMAN Woman, treating Her with far more respect and utmost balance that many Human MALES do, and also started to adopt very trouble Human Young Boys. . .!! Interesting conundrum that. . . . .!!!] So saying the trio of Observancers nodded to the Chimera Catwoman and went away. . . To Dreanna it was unmistakable the vitriolic look, perceptible even under their Facemask that they sent at last towards the couple of Paparazzi Warcors; it was a typical look of a Moirae Teacher that scolded a preteen schoolgirl that has made something very, Very, VERY Stupid. . .!!
@Beodren . . . After a quick half-cleaning with a dirty rag (torn from one of the Oil-Cloth Tarpaulins that covered some abandoned Airport Tech equipement) to deterge the most of the messy, sticky goo from the cloths (the "Werewolf After-Stuff" tended to evaporate quickly from naked skin, but had a far worse effect on standard dress fabric, so Military Ariadnan Lycanthrope had vests made of a particularly sturdy, rough fabric, well capable of taking powerful rinsing and washing), and taking care of re-arranging its Dogface Uniform with the extra bits discarded or opened by the transformation (such as open-close strap-boots, the zipped pant-parts under the knee and some other bits) than Alistair returned from the firing spot on the Secondary Comm Tower of the Terminal. . . The very useful Molotok Customized Heavy Rifle was balanced on the Cybernetic Shoulder, with the Artificial Arm (now back to Human Size and able to perch it with peerless efficiency) firmly grasping it, while the gigantic Heirloom Family Blade was attached to a special hooked harness on the back. . . The precious cargo of the Enemy Drone "Nexus Core Motherboard" was safely stored in a big military bag, along with the spent Ammo Drums of Armor-Piercing Ammo, to be returned to the jolly armourers of the Haqqislamite "Pasha" Gunsmith. . . Arriving back at ground level saw with some satisfaction that everything was more or less wrapped up at the chaotic battle-zone of the Airport; Nomads Personnel of the Minotaurs were taking care of the wrecks of the Drones of the Enemy A.I., Sniper and H.M.G. Patrols were put on Sentinel Duty in vital spots and a big Truck was even present to give a lift to the Squad, AND their bulky cargo, comprising tha fully-functional T.A.G. and enough spares to build from scrach-up a brand new Gecko. . . Then His attention was a little attracted to the debacle of the Paparazzi Warcors that were present at the whole scene; from what chaotic pre-battle Comms had evinced those two idiots harassed one of the new Members of the Crew and were soundly silenced from another passenger. . . Curious, a married Gay couple of a Pan-Oceanian and a Yujing, peculiar. . . . . . . . WHAT !!! Wait a Minute !! Alistair KNEW of a similar paired couple, from its very days as a Bodyguard for important O12 Personnell. . . "Castor" and "Pollux" (with the less flattering nicknames of "Mr. & Mr. Smith") were the codenames for two elite, top-tier Special Agents of O12; their background was infamous because one was a former Hexahedron Intelligence Operative and the other a former Imperial Security Service "Cleaner". . . With a long history of success, they were tasked by their respective governments to stop each other; being both of the similar Sexual Disposition, they tried BOTH a "Honey Trap Black-OP" to entice and capture (if possible) the other, when the unthinkable happened and the two "Enemies" fell madly in love with each other. . . Escaping their respective governments, clearly angry AND fearful of a possible Intel Leak of monumental proportions they fled to the ONLY organization that could have protected BOTH from the wrath of the two Main Hyperpowers: O12. . . As far as Alistair knew they could not be easily tasked to monitor another HUMAN Agency for Counter-Intel, and so became some of the Top Tier Agents of the "Bureau: T.O.T.H." the Sub-Section of O12 tasked with monitoring the control, check and developement of Artificial Intelligences. . . Now was ALL clear. . .!! Svengali was a "Top Ten Hierarchy" of the typical Targets of the "Agents of T.O.T.H." and surely they were present there WITH THE BENEDICTION of the Mercenary High Command (You could NOT try to cover-infiltrate an Organization that is backed by the Ariadnan "Stavka G.R.U." AND the Nomads "Black Hand" AND the Hashashin Bahram. . .!!). . Maybe they were there to "Assess" how much developed H.I.V.E.M.I.N.D. truly was (a Legal Loophole in the Minotaurs Charter did NOT recognized its status as "Independant Fully-Cognizant Artificial Intelligence", the typical Target of T.O.T.H.). . . Or maybe they were there, on Ariadnan Sovereign Soil, to check the fact that Svengali, technically operating on the WHOLE of the Human Sphere abroad, seemed to have started to concentrate quite much of ITS "Virtual Firepower" on the Dawn Star System. . .!! Or maybe was a TOTAL COINCIDENCE (Yeah, Right ! As if Highlanders believed in "Fortuituous Coincidences" !!!). . . . . . . . . . Their "Cover Profile" matched, so Alistair was ENOUGH % sure that the obnoxious, glitterati "Paparazzi Warcors" were in reality "Castor & Pollux"; surely the scolding by the Moirae Observances (VISIBLE ARM of the Nomads "Black Hand") was due to a slip on their part, that surely alerted Svengali of their impending arrival, and so caused that haphazardly-organized piss-poor excuse to an Attack to one of the MOST fortified Military Bases of Planet Dawn, a Militarized PLANET on its own right. . .!! . . . . . Now Alistair had to decide if blabbing openly all that, thus gaining INCREDIBLE Bragging Rights with the Caledonian People (from the debacle of the Recreation of William Wallace, the Highlanders Chieftains had a VERY Dim View of A.I. Shehanigans !!). . . . . . . . Or keeping "His Hand of Cards Close to Heart" ready to "Play" that "Ace of Spades" at the right moment. . .!!
Arabelle: "Need a lift dear?" Uja'rak: "After an eventful day like this, that sounds nice." Aillard "Ace" Yvain: "Hop on in big guy. I'll take you and your lady back to home sweet home. Well about as homey you can get here on this rock." As they began to drive off Uja leaned over to Bella and whispered in her ear. Uja'rak: "Who is this?" Arabelle: "Thats Al or Ace as some people call him. He works with me on my rounds." Uja'rak: "Is he skilled?" Arabelle: "Very. I wished I had a partner like him back in Meroving while on my shifts." Uja'rak: "It good to hear you relishing such praise upon him. Makes my happy to hear you have capable backup if it is needed." Arabelle: "Yes. It does feel good to have reliable backup." Earlier That Day: Aillard "Ace" Yvain: "Early as always, I see." Bella turned her head to see one of her co-workers and a Chasseur of the small French force approach her. "Got something on your mind madam?" Arabelle: "It's nothing Al," she spoke to him using his less often used nickname. Aillard: "You're not doing a good job hiding your feelings today Bella." Was she that distracted by the sudden ordeal from this morning? Arabelle: "Something came up. Nothing personally involving me so you don't have to worry about it." Al nodded his head in agreement but he was still curious as to what had gotten his squadmate to feel like this. It didn't take long for the duo to reach the hanger where the French security unit's headquarters were. However, before they could enter one of the members informed them of a fight breaking out in the biker "pits" and they were the "lucky" ones who got picked for the task of putting the scuffle down. Arabelle: "Ug.." the disgruntled Garou muttered out load as they made their way to the biker hangers. "Why us Al? Why send us to deal with those rowdy bunch of..freaks & lowlifes?" Al couldn't help but smirk at Bella throwing a slight tantrum at the assignment she had been given. Aillard: "Cheer up Belle," he smiled at her. "This doesn't seem to be that dangerous," speaking as he looked over his pistol and rifle. "If it was I'd doubt the boss would have sent us by ourselves without more backup. This should go quicker than you think." Of course when they actually got there Al changed his mind. "They want us.." he pointed at himself and his partner with his thumb. "To rectify that?" The "that" Aillard referred to was a brawl involving Bikers & Chimeras. However the most unusual aspect of the scene by far was a Pig/Boar Woman in the crowd. Having an open biker's vest did little to hide her breasts. Neither Bella nor Al could tell if that was from her being drunk or uncaring about flashing her "girls" to public eyes. Aillard: "Okay then, lets break this disturbance up." The words helped Bella's mind shift gears into her former Garou days as the two began to march forward. "Everyone!!" The scuffle mostly stopped after hearing the loud voice. "We are part of Knossos' security detail. We have been sent to stop this disturbance from spiraling out of control. Please cease this ruckus at once or else you will spend some time in a cell." Most of the crowd obeyed. Many grumbling at the Frenchies for ruining their "fun" or a good brawl. But the 6'2 ft. Boar Woman stared at the two like a bull seeing red or a helot with blue eyes. It didn't take long before she charged towards the two at full speed. Al dodged acrobatically out of her range. Bella admitted that she found the Chasseur attractive in both body and personality. Perhaps if she didn't fall in with Uja the two could have been a nice couple. However, she had little time to enjoy her partner's company due to the hand that squeezed her neck as she was throttled by the Porcine Chimera. In the grips of the drunken rage induced stooper Bella said the first thing that came to her mind through her breaths. Arabelle: "Let..go..you..stupid..fat pig!" That word seemed to have an affect on the heavyset female strangling her. A bad effect as the Chimera's face change from a sober face of hurt sadness to an angry teeth clenching one. It gave Bella conflicting feelings towards her. "What is wrong with you?!" A voice inside her head spoke. "She is trying to kill you!! Don't sympathize with it!! Take it out!!" Heeding the voice Bella reached into her ammo belt pulling out a flash grenade. After closing her eyes she set it off. Little did she know that Al was already in position and pounced on the Chimera after it was blinded by the grenade. This caused the Boar woman to release Bella and try to get Aillard off of her. After hitting the ground and taking a few seconds to catch her breath Bella loaded and fired adhesive rounds onto the Chimera's hands and feet. This caused the Chimera to remain stuck in place unable to move her legs or grab hold of anything. "The next round goes in your eyes unless you stop." Hearing the stern tone of Bella's voice and realizing what had just happened to her the Boar Woman yielded. Seems that she wasn't as drunk as Bella thought or she burned off alcohol quicker than most people. Later in Security Headquarters: Aillard: "Glad that remained a quick job," Al spoke as both he and Bella watched the Chimera sit in a cell built to house Dogfaces. "Though I can't but feel angry at the boss for not giving us more men just in case. That little scuffle could have easily turned into something worse. I mean for a second there you got choked." His words were not lost on Bella. She too felt the same way. "You didn't mention that part in the report did you?" Arabelle: "No I didn't." Al couldn't tell the reasoning behind her decision not to reveal the full truth of what happened to them. Maybe she was embarrassed at the prospect of her co-workers finding out considering her reputation as Garou over in the mainland. Perhaps it was from her feeling sorry for the Chimera sitting in the cell? He too noticed how the overweight female acted to Bella calling her a fat pig. Seemed like something she heard alot possibly as a kid? But speculation didn't matter to Aillard Yvain, he was more concerned with the here and now. Aillard: "I'll leave you to watch her. Need to check on something." "Don't worry," he called to her as he walked away. "I'll be right back." And with that the two ladies were left alone. Arabelle: "Ok," Bella breathed in and muttered to herself. "Here goes nothing." She banged on the bars of the cell which got the Boar's attention. "Look we got off the wrong foot. You were intoxicated and angry. I was pissed and some of my former colors showed." Boar Woman: "Is that why you're here then?" The Chimera spoke for the first time. "Too much "zeal" against the genetic freaks of the universe?" Her pinkish hair shifted slightly as she talked. It covered only half of her head as the left side was completely shaved off straight down the middle. Bella rubbed her head honestly contemplating if she should tell a stranger something so intimate. Arabelle: "No. I married a Morat." The two females stared at each other with the larger chimera looming down at her. Boar Woman: "You lie," she uttered in disbelief. Arabelle: "It's true. I married a complete stranger all so he could have the legal means to keep two boys from being separated. Life is a crazy thing. Stuff you would think of only happening in fiction transpire in reality." Bella watched the boar woman's facial features. It didn't seem that she believe her story. Perhaps revealing something else on a personal level would soften her up a little? "My name is Bella. Arabelle Archer. A Merovingian born in Le Douar & hailing from Poictesme." The French female stood waiting to see what the cell's occupant would do next. Eisha Nesreen: "I'm Eisha Nesreen. Born in 'Amal on Bourak. I'm of Libyan descent." Her response surprised Bella. That fact that the tan skinned chimera was a Libyan was interesting to say the least. Now that Bella got a better look at her Eisha's skin was a few shades darker than Wayah's. Arabelle: "I wasn't expecting that," Bella sated out loud. Which in turn earned a huff from Eisha. "So...when you get out of here..would you like to join a couple of girls for.." at this moment she paused. Was she really going to ask a woman she barely met to join her on that type of excursion? "nude sunbathing." Eisha looked at Bella like she lost her mind for a few seconds then she mellowed out. Eisha: "I didn't expect you to be that forward. You want to sit on my lap and call me mommy while you're at it sweet cheeks?" That comment made Bella incensed. Arabelle: "Don't get smart and cocky with me boar lady! All I asked was if you wanted to..forget it." Eisha: "Who else strips naked with you on this "non-sexual excursion" of yours?" The Libyan uttered in a mocking tone with a smirk on her face. Arabelle: "Wayah White Wolf." The jovial jeering stopped almost right away and for the second time the Bourak native's face turned to one of both shock & disbelief. Eisha: "You lie!" She replied once again. Arabelle: "Come and see for yourself or don't come at all! I don't care either way." And with that the French woman stormed off leaving Eisha to make an important decision.
Alistair was always a soldier, and one of his positive traits was unyielding loyalty to the ethos of honorable warrior. By now, he knew his loyalty often brought him into unpleasant spots, after all, despite being a member of Mormaer bloodline, he took an oath of the Scot Guard, binding him to orders of Archon, even against his clan. When he and his unit were transferred under 0-12 orders, he swore to keep his missions and their details secret, even from his Ariadnan superiors. He hated the idea of facing moral dilemma, especially when he was exhausted and freshly out of combat form, far less focused and fresh than he would like to be. Those man, were like him, members of force that made sure humans weren't at each others throats, and likely the only factor controlling the AI. Alistair hated most of the advanced with passion,. simply unable to trust something that he saw on Paradiso turning against good men. But his loyalty to lord Greywolf was not to be questioned, even if he found the crowd surrounding his liege at best colorful, at worst, lecherous and dishonorable, he was thankful and in debt. So Scot nodded at his Geist and made a mental note: @Galahad"Send them message. "Dear Twins, in 24 hours I want you of this planet, unless you have necessary warrants. Failing to comply will lead to your identity being exposed to local security. Bors"" Geist of course obeyed. Bors was codename given to Alistair back in task force Avalon, quick cross reference should make it clear who send the message. While he disliked acting against O-12, Caledonian would not allow anyone to spy on Duke, who was under his protection. With that problem somewhat solved, Alistair led the driver towards his humble abode, if small elegant house next to the castle walls could be called that way. While outer walls, seemed more than rustic, sine they were build using stones carved from the volcano, inside proven to be very much a reflection of the current resident. Elegant wooden furniture, something most of the sphere would find antique, combined with slowly creeping in modern accents like big holoprojector of the newest generation in the living room, allowing access to fully, kitchen with plethora of machines meant to assist with cooking. On one of the walls Alistair held a small gallery of weapons and firearms used by Caledonians through the time, with center piece being the nearly two hundred years old pistol, Colt 1911, a piece technically smuggled by his ancestors. of course shrewd historian would question Scot origin of the weapon, still it was surrounded by blades, pistols submachine guns and even a sniper rifle, and one could over the time, see signs of clan markings. A History Alistar was proud of, as he hang his blade on the very same wall. Anyone visiting bathroom, would find it elegant, with a lot of volcanic obsidian there polished to act as tiles. With amazingly shower cabin. "Welcome to my humble lair" He gestured to the wide leather couch next to sturdy Aridnan oak table and soon, before heading to kitchen. Soon Caledonian was back, carrying three glasses, a big bowl of filled with Ariadnan brand of potato chips (which would proven spicier and saltier than usual, to hide gentle bitter taste of potato), and two tall bottles. one filled with Coca-Cola, other with fine whiskey. Of course, before anyone could object he poured everyone present a drink and finally spoke. "Feel free to roam the Arachne, Holoprojector should be able to handle modern protocols. I recommend trying the drink, nowhere else in the sphere you will get to experience that taste." Then Alistair was gone towards bathroom, ready to finish up and get rid of all remaining evidence of his transformation. While keeping processor sealed and secured always in his sight.
@Beodren . . . O.O.C. Excellent Post, but a Minor Nitpick. . . "Castor & Pollux" are Agents NOT of the Observance, that is the Religious Paramilitary Organization of a Pro-Feminist Church of the Nomads Mothership Bakunin, and that being that Ship best line of Defence against A.L.E.P.H. are considered De-Facto the "Visible Arm" of the Nomads "Black Hand" (Secret Service of ALL Ships, that picks Elite "Cats" of all stripes from Corregidor and the BEST Interventors and Securitate from Tunguska). . . The three weird Chimeras that interacted with Dreanna were Observancers ("Mother Kitsune", the Sniper with the Katana; "Brother Scapegoat", the Bodyguard with the Vulkan Shotgun and "Sister Lacryma" the Hacker with the Combirifle). . . The two Paparazzi-Warcors are probably COVER IDENTITIES for two O12 AGENTS of Bureau T.O.T.H. (O12 Branch that specializes in Counter-A.I. Investigations); being Ariadna STILL a member of the Human Sphere, it is difficult to deny them access to places even on the Balkanized / Militarized Planet Dawn. . . You are free to harass them in a manner that You like, but remember that Your Character is a cherished Veteran of O12 that "Retired with Honors" from the Paradiso Frontlines. . . When the William Wallace debacle was exposed by Nomads Allies of Ariadna, it was Bureau T.O.T.H. that charged A.L.E.P.H. with a serious admonition about NOT doing anymore that stuff: the Human Sphere I.A. does pretty well what He / She / It likes (such as when tried to DESTROY the WHOLE Mothership of Bakunin with Myrmydons and Vedic Assassins) but that exposition gained a LOT of Traction for the newly entered Ariadna to counter the claims of Land-Grabbing Hyperpowers such as Pan-Oceanian and Yujing on unsettled parts of Planet Dawn (TECHNICALLY is "Antipode Owned Lands" but they DO NOT CARE !!). . . MAYBE a slightly more DIPLOMATIC approach is more useful, ESPECIALLY if they are here to investigate Svengali. . . If instead they are Here to "Fine" the Minotaurs because they employ H.I.V.E.M.I.N.D. as a Primary Assetts against Hostile A.I.s then You are EXPECTED to kick them back in Orbit. . . . .!!!
Tony posted an electronic "Don't touch" post it note on his Gecko. He'd give it a once over in the morning. But he trusted the crew to stow it away: normally he'd like to do it himself, but he'd probably only get in the way until he found his feet. Betty pings the Minotaurs server and confirms the location of Tony's digs for later, and directs his Tinbot to drop his gear off and find itself a power plate to charge at. Meanwhile Tony joins the group in Alistair's abode. He's calmed down. Tony takes the proferred drink, and drinks it mainly in large swigs rather than savouring the taste. "Mac, one minute?" As Alistair breaks from the group Tony, follows him a few metres and attempts to speak to him alone. "Lo siento. Earlier, I enarboló... I lost it a bit, si? Bad shit, you know?" He's sincere, but is explaining himself badly, clearly uncomfortable. It should be apparent that he doesn't really want to discuss it, but feels like he owes Alistair something of an apology if not explanation.
OOC: Oh I was aware they aren't working for observance, I must have made a grammar mistake then. What I wanted to imply is that they will be revealed TO Observance. And since bureau T.O.T.H. is working with overseeing and maintaining Aleph... I assumed Moiras wouldn't be happy with them running around. In the end, Alistair mostly wants them to be here officially and show some sort of warrant since he recognized them. His not precisely diplomatic approach comes from fact he is exhausted after change of form, which never benefits ones mood, as fact, those agents moved in here seemingly undercover. If needed I will edit the post, and make it clear that he wants to see warrant for their investigation, or he will expose them to local security.
So here they were again. Tony & Uja, Murder Monkey & Gecko Pilot, Enemies possibly frenemies. Who knew at this point. What matter was the uncomfortable feeling in the air of being in the same closed space after the big reveal behind Tony's scaring. Then there was the Bakuninite whom he had a most uncomfortable first impression with. While she was kind enough to brush the whole event off Uja didn't feel the same. But at least they could now get off on a better foot than before. Uja looked around the Dogface's lair. It certainly showcased what the Caledonian preferred and liked. One couldn't miss the "native pride" presented in the weapon display on the wall. This behavior reminded him of his own kind showing off their trophies and hunting kills. When Uja was young his craftsmith family's achievements were hanged on their walls as well. Looking at Alistar's collection made the Morat slightly homesick which then turned into criticism of the Caledonian weapon crafting. Teseum be damned! If Morats got their hands on this metal the Guilds back home would put this flimsy toothpicks & tiny cannons to shame. Such is the greatness of Morat craftsmanship! Too bad most of the universe would only know the Guilds' greatness through the fires of warfare. And with his inner thoughts complete Uja sat down on the couch looking towards the two Nomads. @inane.imp @Danger Rose Uja'rak: "So are either of you going to take the Caledonian up on his offer?"
OOC: dammit awful editing on my part. I meant it to read that Tony apologised to Alistair en route to the bathroom. You know that guy who asks for just one minute as you're trying to leave. :)
Dreanna zeroed on the bowl of chips. She hadn't noticed how hungry she was until food appeared. She took a bunch of chips and gobbled them up without hesitation. @Golem2God "Soooo, Uja, Sir!" she said taking a sip of the drink to wash away the salt-n-spice. "Is it true you're married to a human woman?" she asked without malice. "How you met has to be such a romantic story." she said munching another handful of chips; while Echo connected to Arachné and immediatly began playing games online.
