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Cassius, somewhat lacking in his usual inhibition thanks to the lingering alcohol in his system, whipped his sword from its sheath. "If quiet is your wish, lad" Cassius spit the word out with heavy emphasis at what he was certain, and ironically was correct, was actually the younger man, "than I can all too easily oblige to the tune of arranging a permanent allowance." Sword still posed, Cassius dismissed the idea of actually reaching after Twitch or, forbid, actually pursuing him down the hallway, and instead opted for a simpler magical burst of energy that would easily cause even a particularly lithe and sure-footed person to stumble. It was a simple taunt that would do the job easily enough, but, well, alcohol, yes. Cassius spoke to Keris while keeping his eyes firmly on Twitch.

"It is amusing, subcommander, do you not agree, that people's natural inclination in judging myself is as a presumptuous, self-assured ass with an overinflated sense of self importance and far too much confidence in one's own abilities. And yet, behold, such a fine specimen of such a beast." Before Twitch could respond or Cassius could continue to escalate the situation all on his own, a body appeared to block Twitch's path. It was Jonathan Ralethain. Commander Philip Shepherd appeared behind him quickly and quietly. Jack looked pointedly but with a neutral expression at Twitch, then Cassius and Keris.

"Please," the Lethain administrator put up an authoritative hand, "we are in an area filled with civilians looking to enjoy some well earned rest from their toils." The hand turned into a single finger pointing at Cassius's sword. "You're permitted to carry, not brandish. Not unless you're working with my esteemed commander colleague." He turned his attention back to Twitch. "Different commander, to be specific. You, Specialist Commander Twichall, don't actually have such an affiliation. Luckily it will be much easier to simply prevent you from installing more devices throughout the premises than it has been disabling and removing the trail you've left behind." Jack sighed with mild resignation. "Still, I suppose you saved us a lot of trouble performing an actual breaking and entering on a guest so we could actually pinpoint and arrest you rather than flush you out and go through the process of treating you like an errant guest." The group was quiet and tense for a moment, all eyes on Jack, who raised an innocently questioning expression. "Oh? I suppose I should ask if you are an errant guest. You're hardly the first we've had in the infrastructure. You're almost as good as that Wraith fellow. But we do take security of VIPs--and all our guests--very seriously." Jack smiled in a way that only someone who had the higher ground legally and martially but didn't much care could. "So. Mr Twitch. Colin. Would you mind coming politely to answer a few questions before we decide the easiest and gentlest way to resolve this problem? We can make this very quick, if you let us. Don't let me detain you."



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Twitch stopped short of running into the man wall, briefly showing signs panic, but containing himself, drawing himself to his full height, as Lilliputian as it may be. A small chuckle would escape him while Cass was admonished, however keeping his attention on who seemed the Superior Officer.
"Hardly a reason to arrest me, sir. In the contrarywise, oit seems I have performed you a service in pinpointing security flaws in yer station here. If do wish to have a chit chat, I'd be 'apply to discuss them with ye. As I explained, I meant no 'arm, just merely slid down the wrong vent, on me supply run. " He would cooperate with this one, as he had manners, and rank.Smiling, he showed Jack that he was unarmed, at least to the eyes of most. Turning, as he walked off with the two men, he shot Keris a little wink, a teeny swagger in his step, to show other military types he was a man of rank, and talent.


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Keris rolled her eyes at the little man's performance, and sighed, before returning her disruptor to the holster on her belt. She glanced down somewhat quizzically at her clothes. She still had no memory of what had transpired the previous night. Clearly she hadn't been carried unconscious to her room because she had managed to put the weapon under her pillow, as was her wont, but she noted she was still fully dressed, which suggested she either hadn't expected to be sleeping for long or hadn't felt well enough to strip off before getting into bed. Only her boots were lacking, but those she could see lying on the floor by the bed - not stood up tidily like normal. And her head was still pounding. As soon as she'd dealt with Cassius she'd have to hunt out a med-kit and get herself a pain-killer.

"Well, that was... an interesting experience," she remarked as she watched the three walk away.

"So, what were you hammering on my door for?"

She rather hoped Cassius would divulge some information about the previous night but she had no intention of asking him directly. That would be embarrassing.



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Cassius made it clear how disgusted he was with the direction but put his weapon away anyway. "Were I amongst my equals I'd be dishonourably discharging such men. Ha! Rank." His head rolled a bit as he turned his direction back to Keris and her question. "Your door..." he rubbed his head thoughtfully and tried as artfully as he could at the moment to mask his confusion. "Are you in any way uncomfortable this morning? I, myself, had such pain in my head I could not tolerate the thought of simply enduring it. Likewise, perhaps?"

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Twitch, Jack and Shepherd were greeted by the armed escort waiting around the corner as they made their way from Keris's room. M was standing nearby, speaking to Corporal Fenton, her distinctive white hair pulled back and hidden inside a bulkier helmet than the beret she had simply opted out of on the ship, but piercing green eyes still visible. M thanked her abruptly and smiled before stepping over to join Shepherd and Jack.

"Mr Ralethain, Commander Shepherd," he nodded to each in greeting before reaching Twitch. "The security breach I've heard about, I presume?"

Jack nodded a return greeting. "Captain. Yes. Ms Keris and Mr Holt are fine. Still hovering around her door, I assume."



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Keris looked slightly quizzically at Cassius and wondered whether to be truthful. Well, he was the team's medic. She finally, if somewhat reluctantly, decided to open up just a little.

"Funny you should say that. My head has been thumping since I woke up. As our medic, can you do something about that? To be honest, I was wondering about the cause. I don't drink enough to get hangovers - we can drink a lot more than humans before it has a deleterious effect."



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"I consider meself more of an opportunity, than a breach, sar." Twitch gave the new man a respectful nod, as he approached. "No worries about restrainin me... If I didn't want to come quietly, ye would a know it." Tirning to Jack, he brings up a chart of the station on a small tablet, highlighting several areas. "The only reason ye found me, cuz I wanted ye to. Check the logs, Oi'm signed in. But was never given lodgin, at even asked fer ID. I been livin' in the bowels of this beast fer a week, and have done some heavy modifications fer ye. Ye had no life farm detectors in there, and no explosive sensars. I could a wired the whole place ta blow, and no one would a known it till we were all spaced. I can fix yer while station, and fer a reasonable price, too. " he beamed that confident, slightly crazy, been-too-long-in-the-Shit grin of his, not seeing his little stunt as criminal at all, merely a good man's attempt at helping strangers.


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"Can I do anything about that? An insult, make no mistake. I could give you a split tongue, if I so desired." Cassius sent a simple surge of explorative magical energy through Keris before dilating the blood vessels in her temples and forehead. "Do not expect immediate relief, but certainly an expedient one."

Syn exited from the room down from Cassius's with an excited glint in his eye, turning to a hesitant amused interest as he caught sight of the two of them already outside Keris's room. "Well, well, nice to see the two of you up so bright eyed and bushy tailed."

"Any bushy tail is purely an erroneous assumption, I assure you," Cassius snapped back.

"Oh, hello, you do have a sense of humour. Good to know." Syn closed his door behind him. "I'd ask what all the excitement's about but I already missed it I guessed." He squinted his eyes and glanced sideways in a suggestive manner, "or maybe I haven't."

"Barbaric," Cassius commented. Syn shrugged.

"Aaaanyway, you guys look into that fighting tournament any? Last day for signups. It'd be nice to punch something for money again instead of my life, I think. Hey, bishy," he gestured to Cassius, "you should take a look. Might make a few coins betting on yourself."

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"Well you're certainly not lacking for confidence, I'll give you that," M responded cheerily to Twitch. His smile withering a tiny degree he turned his attention to Jack. "Accurate? Would you tell me if it was?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes slightly. "I'm neither prone to giving up company security information, nor certain what you think I would gain from outright lying to you." M just shrugged. Jack took an exasperated but patient breath for Twitch. "You're quite correct, Mr Twitch. There are no 'life farm' sensors 'down there'. And no 'explosive sensors' either. Your compliance is appreciated. Let's move along." Jack motioned for Twitch to keeping moving, leaving M to his own devices.



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Caulder did not like shopping in public. He disliked having to walk everywhere. He did not enjoy being surrounded by large crowds of strangers. He did not find the endless noise and motion pleasant in the slightest. So when he stepped into a quiet, smoky building with worn pastel wallpaper peeling around the door frame, he was quite relieved. The place was practically empty, his sensors told him, with only four heavily armed individuals on the floor above and two in the room in front of him. That was a lot more reassuring than the endless throng outside. He didn't spend any time pondering on how strange that should be.

Between his two bodyguards, who each seemed thoroughly bored, a very slim man reclined on a puffy cushion easily twice his size. Dressed all in flowing reds and purples and long, breezy fabrics, he seemed very much at home in the den. His attention was on Caulder from the moment he crossed the threshold. His guards didn't bat an eyelid.

"Caulder! My friend! It's been a long while now hasn't it." The man greeted him jovially, though he barely shifted in his seat, never one to compromise his own comfort.

"Servi, you grew your hair out again. It looks good." It looked ridiculous; a great jaunty mass erupting in curved spires all tangling and meshing with each other that near doubled the size of his head. Stray bits floated about in wispy tendrils around his face in a manner that Caulder knew was designed to distract and disorient. It was working. "I hope you have been well, I hear there has been some turmoil on Rieppelonne."

"Bah, the Homeworld is always in one turmoil or another." Servi's eyes narrowed in a way that made Caulder certain there had actually been an issue this time. "One house rises to the table while another is swept off with the leavings of their once-peers. Things would be different if house M'Garen held the chair, but I suppose that is not something that will happen any time soon. Not without considerable investment, I suppose."

"Val'Uri is not going to provide any assistance in your endless attempts to take the throne, Servi. Alren cannot get involved, you know that." Caulder nearly made a point of sighing, but having to do so consciously took most of the point out of it. "He can trade with you, but not much more than that."

"Always taking the joy from my life, you're such a sour one these days." Servi sulked, though he perked up very quickly "But I do suppose we should get to the point, I have a great deal of preparations to make ready for this upcoming tournament. Lots of money changing hands, and where wealth flows we must make business. So what business are you after this day, my friend?"

"Your old favourite, we need guns." Caulder replied, "Some body armour, utility equipment, maybe some light vehicles, but mostly guns. I am trying to outfit a mercenary faction that fell on hard times, we need some basics to get us going and some bigger sticks for the big events."

"Mercenaries? Goodness, you do like to get your hands dirty. I take it this isn't just some little backwater smattering of vagabonds, or else you'd not trouble me with something so unkempt." The man in red and purple leant back further into his cushion for a moment, thinking aloud in an alien tongue before slowing returning to the conversation. "I do hope you have a ship, at least? I am not in possession of too many good blockade runners these days."

"We have a ship, and we have plenty of hands, with room to recruit more. We just need armaments. I have a list." Caulder held up a PAD, the screen flickering for a moment as he interfaced with it, uploading the list. Servi motioned for the guard on his right to bring it to him, and he did, though with some hesitance. He glared at the guard, taking the PAD, then began skimming through the contents.

"... Very neat, I would expect nothing less. It is so hard to worm a profit from people who know exactly what they want." Servi complained, lounging back again, and Caulder found himself wondering if Wraith had left any messages in the list this time. He would have thought to ask later, but he knew he'd never get an answer. "I suppose this is something I can help you with, though you will wait until after the tournament. I only have so many hands, and cannot move so many things at once." He shrugged widely, setting the PAD down on a table beside his cushion. "You will have your armaments though, if you are patient, this promises house M'Garen."

"Thank you." Caulder nodded deeply in gratitude, things rarely went so easily with Servi, this was a pleasant surprise.

"You are most welcome, just be sure to remember that gratitude in the times to come, you and your mercenaries may soon be receiving a number of calls for work." The look Servi gave him made Caulder certain that he had just been volunteered for something worrying. He would definitely need to talk with Wraith when he got back, but for now there was no point in overthinking it. "Now, is there anything else I can do for you? I really must get on with my preparations."

"No, that is everything. Thank you again, old friend." Caulder gave a short bow.

"Well then, I wish you safe travels, and thank you for your business. I do hope you and your mercenaries will at least watch the tournament, if not compete. I assure you, it will be a great deal of fun."

"I am certain that at least two of them have already signed up. Good luck with your Homeworld turmoil."

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"Dammit!" Raine swore, recoiling from the blow to her side. She hadn't ducked low enough, and instead of passing over her head the hard shell of the Metran's fist had caught her right under the shoulder. She shuffled back to give herself some space, moving her arm back to cover her ribs as the flesh healed and bones popped back into place. Another swift strike came from the left this time, though she was able to knock this one aside with her own plated arm, and lash out in retaliation. Edda leapt backwards gracefully, clearing a good distance between them and dropping back into a low stance immediately.

Raine met Edda Skarnour the previous night. While the others had been drinking, she'd been off sulking around the station, looking for something to break. She had seriously doubted that anything they served at the bars here would be able to even slow her down, so when a very drunk Metran had called her out from a nearby bar and challenged her to a drinking contest, she'd thought nothing of throwing her weight around a little. It didn't take too long for them to start getting along quite well.

Edda ran at her again, the same lead, a high jab followed by a quick sweep. Raine pushed both aside then pulled back a step, knowing better than to fall for this a third time, striking out now would only get her punished, even if she was expecting it. The Metran was quick. Very quick. And she knew how to fight. It was all Raine could do to keep up with her at first, but she was slowly starting to gain ground.

No biomorphing, and no draining, they'd both agreed before they started sparring. The were only allowed to rent out this room of a local fitness centre on the condition that they didn't cause too much damage. It was built to cater to people well-above baseline abilities, but all the same they both agreed it would be more fun this way.

Raine waited for the Meran to step towards her before pushing back, opening into a punishing series of punches, her left cross catching Edd a little harder than she'd expected, and the following right straight broke her guard entirely, forcing her to retreat again.

"You'll never get me to quit if you keep running away." Raine taunted, she hadn't had this much fun in what felt like far too long.

"Don't knock it, you can't beat down what you can't catch, and there's no way I'm standing in front of you for too long with a swing like that." Edda retorted, maintaining her distance. "You rely far too much on being the stronger one though, I wonder what you'll do if you ever come across something bigger than you can be, princess."

Edda was something of an outcast, Raine had learnt, which explained her very casual demeanour towards someone she's immediately identified as an important member of and enemy race. Technically the Tyrans and Metrans were still at war, after all, but that hadn't stopped the two from finding common ground in a great deal of things they both agreed were stupid. It didn't take long for boasts of strength to follow, and here they were, hours later and verging dangerously upon completely sober, beating the crap out of each other to prove another stupid point, but having a great deal of fun doing so.

"I don't intend on ever being smaller than my opponents, if I can help it. Whatever will you do if you can't run away from something?" Raine grinned through the banter, she was trying to get a response out of Edda, and the other woman knew it, her guard didn't lower an inch. Raine rushed forward this time, putting all of her weight behind her.

It was hours later when the two finally called it a draw.

"If I'd been able to biomorph, you wouldn't have stood a chance." Raine grumbled as she pulled a chair out to sit on. They'd long since left the centre to be cleaned up, and had found themselves a quiet cafe to eat at. "Would have been an easy thing, to rip you in half."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure it'd be no problem for you at all, if you could catch me with those big, clumsy fists, that is." Edda teased back, and Raine couldn't help but notice how much smaller she looked without most of her natural amour all stacked up. She wondered for a moment what it would be like if she wasn't able to morph her own armour up around her at will, or what it would be like to be stuck with it once it was there. "Hey, you should enter that tournament they're advertising, I think you'd do pretty well in it."

"Hm, I dunno. I'd probably win by a landslide if I prepared for it, and I don't really feel like limiting myself so much again any time soon. Next time I fight it's going to be all out, or nothing at all." She needed to work on her forms as well, that battle with the metal monster on the Realm had really given her some perspective. She needed to be able to deal with things like that, or else she'd only be a burden to the Realm's crew, and she'd never find out who this 'Jayge' was if she wound up dying in battle.

"Take the opportunity to let loose then! I'd say you could use it. I'm sure you'll have fun." Edda urged. "You never know what kinda people will turn up for this kinda thing. Plenty of strangers to beat to pieces. Maybe even some of your crew will join in, and you can show them a piece of your mind?"

That did sound at least a little enticing.

"Maybe, I'll think about it." Raine smiled.


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"I still offer me services, not ta mention I wouldn't wanna blow up any o' yer techs. Some of me surprises go *pop*. Nuthin' harmful, mind ye, but let's say it won't be pleasant fer who sets it Aff." twitch again puffed up a little, shook M's hand, and strode off confidently. After he was out of sight of M, he shifted quickly, moving alonthe walls, until he got into the more public areas, then sticking to shadows, and small alleyways, a silent little scarlet shadow. A new bolthole was in order, as it seems the natives aren't that friendly, it seems. That would be a primary goal, along with procurement of supplies. Used to rations, and other God-awfulthings he'd been forced to scrounge, Ol' Twitch was ready for some real food, and perhaps a bit of libations. He had located a small cafe, and was currently re-conning the establishment, from a trash can across the way. Scans had been performed, and a quick surveillance showed light activity, only a pair of young, sweaty women sitting at a table together. He took a draw off his cigar, careful not to set the flammables around ablaze, as he didn't feel like dealing with any burns at the moment. Not that it deface his appearance much, as the original parts of his body were crisscrossed with the soft kissprints of Lady Flame, and her sister, Madame KaBoom. Other harsh marks accompanied them, e nmost notable being a savage cleft of a scar, running a great deal over his cheek, and across his cybernetic eye, vanishing beneath his eyepatch like a crimson river flowing into an open cavern.
He concentrated, not allowing as silly thing like hunger overtake caution. While it WS convinced rose robots were gone from his home-dimension, ose bastards had to come from somewhere.... And while he hadn't encountered any more traces, tales, and folklore seemed more common than was entirely comfortable for him..... His mind drifted slightly, recalling the bone-chilling sounds they made....
Reality snapped back to him, as he overheard one woman speaking about some kind of tournament.... And while he was a wisp of a man the mere mention of fighting got his hot Irish blood flowing, plus a tournament usually meant credits, and credits meant survival this far out in space... He suddenly cursed, as a shower of cast off food pelted him.... He remained still however, waiting until it was clear to abandon the can, taking a deep breatyh, and turning the Charismatic Little Bastard charm on, cockily made his way in.


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After Twitch had left, a person standing a foot tall, wearing a large scarf over his face and an ushanka on his head walked by, a few locks of red hair noticeably failing to be tucked up under the hat. He looked around, taking note of the waste bin, and pushed a small button on the side, causing the bottom of the bin to open and the garbage inside to fall into a chute, taking the refuse down into the station's incinerator. Life form detectors would have prevented any small children from getting that far, but it was good that there was no one in the bin none the less. After this the short man disappeared into the crowd again, and shortly after a handful of Lethain Incorporated staff casually walked by, inconspicuous in everything but number.



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Before the little leprechaun-like person was very far into the bar, Aeo, with a cigarette in his mouth, stepped past, and then looked in. He could see the short, red-haired man, and also two rather sweaty-looking women; one of them, he thought he had seen somewhere. Is she one of the people I met when that big guy fell? he wondered. Don't suppose it's really any of my concern.

His stomach growled, however, and he had a taste for bar food, and so he walked in, seated himself at the counter, and began looking over a menu.



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just inside, Twitch looked around, making a few scans just to make sure the coast was clear. Lighting up a cigar, as he noticed someone else smoking, he sat down and perused a menu. The thought occurred to him, that he failed to check what the Coin of the Realm was, hoping they took the generic Credits that he had recently been paid in, however decided that was something that could easily be handled, of the situation arose. Casting a glance to the ladies, he gave the a smile, and a wink before ordering.


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Cassius, Keris, M and Syn--M having joined the group on their exit from the lodge--arrived at a rather dauntingly large entrance to covered but open-air antechamber to a rather massive, though seemingly basic, arena. Compared to the rest of the station he'd seen thus far, M was rather impressed at the variety of species present in this part of the station. Though there had been plenty of variety elsewhere, most everybody he'd encountered in the rest of the station, with some notable exceptions, had been more or less near-sebacean humanoids. As he looked around now, however, he saw what were clearly more reptilian and avian species; hulking reptiles with crests on their heads and humped backs, tall, luimbering digitigrade beings, and colourful avians tapping thoughtfully on flatted beaks. Foot traffic was heavy but open and easy to move through as they came under the opening.

Cassius motioned toward some sort of kiosk, one of many around the huge open space, where larger throngs of people were congregating. "A source of no little indecision if I were to judge faces." M noted what the elf meant: most of the people around the kiosks, pavilions, information centres, whatever you wanted to call them, had thoughtful or sceptical looks about their faces.

"Well, may as well find out what it's all about, hm?" M discretely lead the foursome to a less populated kiosk with an opening at what was undoubtedly some sort of terminal. M looked at the device, which to him rather resembled some sort of tiny shower that was missing its top half, with uncertainty, not knowing how to operate it. The device spared him an investigation by self-activating, a life-size hologram composing itself in the little cubicle.

"Hey! Welcome to the largest arena in Lethain Incorporated Space. I guess since you're here, you're wondering about our upcoming tournament. Ask me anything--I've got answers. Maybe not the right ones...but...well I'll let you be the judge of that." The hologram winked at Keris.

Cassius's normally sullen attitude broke into a genuinely amused smile for the first time since he'd left Terra. "Now that...is comedy." M actually laughed gently as well. Cassius was right. The hologram was identifiably Richard, full sized, though without the sort of world-wizened contentment that the real, actual Richard seemed to have. The holo-Richard had a sort of eager pep that oozed "younger" in spite of visually being the same age, and was dressed in some sort of low-fantasy light armour of debatable functionality.

M chuckled again, "All right, first question: you're supposed to be Richard Lethain...the third?"

Holo-Richard made a show of knitting his fingers and stretching to pop his knuckles audibly. "I'm supposed to be Richard. Just Richard. Corporate Mascot of Lethain Corporation's unified entertainment division. I am based on a personality fragment of the company's founder from...wow, long time ago. However, unlike certain rodent mascots, I am keenly aware of my age."

M shook his head while Cassius's face did something indecipherable as he tried not to smile.



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Keris stood there, stern-faced, apparently not sharing the men's amusement.

"Mascot, give details of the event taking place here. Since I presume you are linked to the company network, I also presume you do have the correct answer to that."



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"Not much to see here, I'm afraid," Aeo thought when, after he had ordered, he took a quick look about the place. "Leprechauns aren't my cup of tea, and this one looks like he isn't quite right in the head... or anywhere else." But then his food arrived, and he found it entirely enjoyable. "I wonder if I shall find anything like what I'm looking for at the tournament. There must be something like it somewhere..."



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"The correct answer. I wouldn't dare give you anything else." Holo-Richard unrolled a poster from nowhere, but was interrupted before he could continue.

"You are singularly obstinate in your disposition and countenance, Tarin Keris," Cassius remarked with moderate disdain. He looked to M for some sort of backup, but M remained unreadable and Cassius ploughed on. "In all honesty, if your people are this magical, mystical pinnacle of superiority by the grace of ingenuity and refinement both of self and culture that they are made out to be then perhaps I ought be relieved, nay, proud to retain claim to some perceived inferior. Is your world so..." the elf gesticulated wildly and openly to emphasise the point, "jaded and mundane that you cannot be, perhaps not impressed but so rare amused at a caricature of an already indubitably distinguished in such awesome ways acquaintance speaking to you from nothing..." Cassius had descended to entirely unveiled contempt at the situation. "What is the point of you? What is the point of this 'Romulan Empire' you cherish so much that seems to have inculcated in you such condescension of life's wonders?" He gestured again, this time to M to his side after a brief pause. "We have subjugated ourselves willingly to an albino captain of circumstance with the emotional intelligence of an entire library of philosophers while simultaneously grasping the emotional expressiveness of a mere pack animal--and he finds this amusing. And you do not even seem to find him remarkable." Cassius shook his head. "What is wrong with you?"

M let out a somewhat surprised breath. "All right...that was...unexpected and charged and rather inappropriate to the situation. That...may have been among the most deplorable instances of lacking of tact I have ever witnessed. We're here to unwind, but that's far from the most effective way to do it, Cassius. That was childish bickering, and it is regrettable that I would have to chastise you like a child because of it."

Cassius snorted. "Children are honest and innocent. They tend to get results because they have yet to learn the very adult art of flattering deception. I am sincerely affronted that this woman wishes to popularise a state that seemingly desires the quashing of anything that makes life worth having. I will not apologise for saying what should be said."

M was aware of people around the kiosk at other hologram stations staring. "You are humiliating yourself. Was sending you to your room not blatant enough for you yesterday?"

Cassius rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, looking sidelong and condescending at M. "My father disciplined me by holding my hand in an open flame until a mere moment before a healer couldn't complete reverse the damage--your threats are idle and the only person they are humiliating is you, with a show of ineffectual command ability."

From behind the quartet, a large man with dark hair flaked with iron gray and chewing on a cigar approached,flanked by two LethCorp security forces. "Is there something that needs to be attended to here?"

M turned to the man, looking for some sort of identifying name badge and finding none. "No, sir. My apologies for the disruption. Mounting tension, very few outlets."

The man turned his cigar over in his mouth. "The tournament's the outlet." He looked over each of the three of them, his heavy gaze and air of authority stifling the argument. "Nebari. Romulan." He gave a slight puff on the cigar. "Very unusual Tolkeinoid. You don't seem to have the temperament for spectating and if you were investors I'd know who you are. You're thinking of entering?"

M stepped aside to speak directly to the man, nearer Syn, discretely allowing Keris and Cassius to work out whatever they needed to in the background. That was going to require a change of tactics to address, which he relegated to a mental list of notes. "Would it be worth our entering? Honestly we only just got here and don't know the first thing about it."

"Well you can make a lot of money, I'll say that," the man answered. "I don't know if you'd be a bit underpowered for some of the contestants already entered, but, well," the man massaged a weathered jaw with a heavy looking hand. "Well I at least would be intrigued to see what people of your background could bring to bear in such a contest."

"And who are you exactly?"

"Charon Lym, Head of Discretionary Asset Assessment, Lethain Corporation. Here by request of the company. Also a reserve judge should any conduct of a questionable nature take place. And who are you?"

"I am Emeris, Captain of the Realm, here for repairs and some much needed relaxation. This is Syn, and...Cassius and Keris."

Charon raised an eyebrow. "The Realm, huh? Some odds. So you're that lot that came in with Richard."

M nodded with a smile. "Part of that lot, yes."

Charon chuckled with a gravely tone. "Well then I retract my concern about you're being underpowered. Yeah, you should sign up. The hologram can tell you more." Charon nodded to the group and dismissed himself with a wave.



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If looks could kill, Cassius would have dropped dead as Keris turned and glared at him. M immediately castigated him so she couldn't respond straight away, but then M moved away to speak to a member of staff who had been drawn by the outburst. Keris pointed an accusing finger at Cassius and addressed him in a voice that, while not loud, was dripping with venom.

"How dare you speak to me in that manner?! You, a member of a pre-spacefaring society with no experience of worlds and cultures outside their own, decide to slander an entire civilisation - one which has achieved greater advancement than your own in a number of fields - based on my lack of amusement at a hologram?! Without even taking the trouble to enquire why I'm not amused? You dare to imply my existence is pointless because I'm not laughing? Is that the full depth of your ability to judge another culture? If they don't share your sense of humour they have no worth? If you could only hear yourself speak! Has it even occurred to you that different species perceive humour differently? Would you condemn Vulcans as worthless, even though they're known throughout the galaxy for their keen intellect and sense of logic, because humour doesn't feature in their culture at all? You have just humiliated yourself by demonstrating your complete inability and unwillingness to understand anyone who doesn't conform to your narrow-minded view of 'normal'. You have no right to even open your mouth on the subject!"



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Cassius smiled with downright villainous condescension. "A proof of my point could not be finer that you missed it entirely. How droll."



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Raine and Edda continued a light conversation for a short while before deciding it was time to part ways. This cafe was getting quite crowded as the day's foot traffic increased, and they had both eaten quite enough for now. Well, Raine could always put away more, but she had reached a capacity of biomass she was comfortable with for the time being, and had no desire to demonstrate her often insatiable appetite for her new friend.

"Yeah, I'd probably best be making a move anywho," the Metran woman said, pushing her chair back and standing. "Gotta find an outfit for this event. If I'm not allowed to use my explosives, I'll have to use other natural charms to blow the crowd away." She brushed off the front of her legs and Raine couldn't help but chuckle a little. Metrans were quite intolerant of low temperatures, so she had never seen one wear quite so few layers of insulative clothing as Edda, who relied almost entirely on naturally grown plates of chitinous armour for protection. The set-up was almost Tyran in design, which caught Raine's interest even more.

"I'm sure you'll be a big hit." Raine smiled, "Maybe I shouldn't enter this thing, just so you stand a chance of winning." She added, aiming for a teasing tone but hitting more of harsh one.

"Ouch, well if you're gonna use fightin' talk like that, you'd damned well better enter. I'm gonna have to knock that smile off of your face for real." She gave Raine a light tap on the shoulder, "But for real, you should enter. You'll have a blast, I know."

"Fine, but only if you stop with the explosion puns. They really are awful."

"What? C'mon, those are practically eighty percent of my personality." Edda laughed, stepping away from the table "I'll seeya around, little princess."

"Later loser!" Raine called after her. And then she was on her own. She sat and thought about things for a while. Those two strange men were still here; the one from earlier, when they had just landed, and the newcomer with the red hair. They seemed notable, and it was strange to her that of all the places on the LethainLand station, they'd choose to come here... could be a coincidence though? She figured things would make themselves clear in time if they were going to, and decided to see who she could chase up about this tournament, it might really be worth entering after all. She stood and left the cafe, heading back towards the central section of the station.

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"Lots of money would be nice." Syn realised he was talking to himself almost immediately. His wide grin had surfaced as immediately as the hologram had appeared before them, but Cassius had erupted long before he could think of anything clever to ask the thing, and now he stood, for a moment, between two argumentative space elves and M's discussion with a character he really didn't trust. He knew one Charon already, and another could only be bad news.. He wasn't learning much more from that conversation than he'd already guessed in any case, it'd be a big fight with some interesting competitors. That on its own would have been enough to entice him, but some prize money would go a long way towards getting the Realm back on its feet. Maybe he could even splash out on redecorating his room. Or I could get something nice for Shaina to make up for missing the beach trip..

He turned his attention to the kids.

"Hey, hey. Don't make me turn this station around. Hell, I probably could if I managed to get into the engines. Cass, remember that our dear green lady here is a military gal at heart, and while she's doing a real stand-up job of representing the respectability and sophistication of her Empire here in our little conjoined 'verse, military does not have that much room for comedy. I mean, I'm sure we'll break her into a gigglefit at some point, I'm two steps away from making it a personal mission of mine, but blowing up in her face over her not chuckling over a hologram of Richard? Not cool dude. Now if it were my nine-minute knock knock joke, I'd take that as a personal offence, but a hologram? We use those pretty much constantly here. Actually, depending on how you think about it, both the actual Richard and myself could technically be considered self-sustaining holograms. People get desensitised to stuff they grow up with, I mean, I think this is hilarious, but only because it's Richard, and we know that she'd never admit to liking our adorable redhead because Keris hates fun. We're not here to judge man, c'mon."


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Aeo finished eating a little after Raine had left, and then paid his bill and departed. He lighted a cigarette as he walked off, though not himself knowing it, in the same direction. There was much to be investigated in that part of the station, after all. His pace was quite leisurely, but eventually, he found himself surrounded by beings of great physical power.

"Nice boys, some of them," he thought; he might even have whistled at one or two he found especially appealing, but had never learnt (and, if he were honest, found it rather irritating when other people did so, for whatever reason). "So far, so little luck; maybe I'm not looking in the right place, but if what I was told really were correct, the Lethains may know something on the matter. Now how to get at one of them? How to get at one of them?"

Aeo's wandering musings carried him through the crowd, and he soon ceased to pay enough attention to where he was going, until, at last, his shoulder briefly collided with another individual, and he happened to be (though Aeo did not know his name), Cassius.

"Oh, sorry pretty-boy, didn't mean to run into you again," he said, though he could see that his addressee looked decidedly unhappy about... something. What it was, he was not sure he wished to know. "Cheer up, though; butterflies like flowers better than vinegar, or something like that."



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As the pair of pointy eared grumps argued, from the direction of the hologram Richard's voice spoke up. "You know, it seems like the two of you could work off some stress. How about a tournament full of people for you to punch. Maybe even each other. Registration at the counter." At this point The hologram turned it's head in an attempt to see behind it's self without turning it's back on the people currently at it's console, and a soft sound of pattering feet could be heard by anyone listening.



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Keris continued to glare at Cassius.

"And the fact that you're still harping on about your 'point' is proof of mine. You're insufferable! And another thing: who gave you the right to address me by my first name? I don't know where you got hold of it, but that level of familiarity is a privilege reserved for those closest to me, which certainly doesn't include you!"

She would have continued berating him but Syn interrupted, followed immediately by the hologram suggesting they should enter the competition. She'd had no intention of entering but right now the idea of hitting someone - Cassius especially - was rather appealing. She returned her attention to the mascot.

"What are the rules regarding weapons in this tourn...?"

But the hologram's attention suddenly seemed to be elsewhere. It had turned to look at something behind it, possibly the owner of the footsteps.

"Typical!" Keris muttered. "This thing's as bad as the real Richard."



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The Hologram turned back to the group, somewhat perplexed before resuming it's smirk. "Rules regarding weapons? You are the weapon. Only things you can bring into the fight are yourself, your clothes, and various armours, powered or otherwise, though there are also rules regarding the size of said armour so that you can't enter inside a Gundam or other Giant Robot. Additionally projectiles of any kind are disallowed, biological, Magical or otherwise. It is effectively an old fashioned mixed weight Martial arts tournament, though stipulations have been permitted to allow for various enhancements, such as the aforementioned powered armour, Being a Mechanical entity, or magical enhancements from either ones self or a registered second party, so it's also frequently used as an R&D testing bed for certain groups both magical and scientific. Any other questions hun?"



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Cassius brushed off Keris and Syn's further comments, seeing the futility in it. Nobody present seemed to understand anything he'd said. Hardly surprising. Give a culture money and they think themselves the most priviligaed people in the world. Given how priceless a commodity time was, it shouldn't have surprised him that older cultures were the same way by simple virtue of having been around longer. Imbeciles.

Presently, Cassius turned to Aeo, who had run into him. "Should memory serve: 'One attracts more flies with honey than vinegar.' Your point is what, interloper?"



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"My point is that your pretty face doesn't seem to be winning you any friends with your ugly attitude, or winning over the forehead-lady," Aeo answered; "Don't know what you said to her, but I bet she would really like to hurt you right now. Perhaps you have a different view of it, but I don't like flies. Irksome things."



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