Endless Space

[BlueTwistar]

Mark's sudden movements and attitude chance startled Eva. Her ears perked up and the fur on her tail raised slightly. When things seemed okay, she relaxed and curiously watched Mark in the doorway.
"Customary?" she repeated, slowly making her way into the room, but keeping the door open for just in case she needed a emergency exit (another Jungar thing).
"I suppose so.." she said in her serious tone again and stood by the coffee table, feeling rather odd. Eva scanned the room around her, studying every little thing with her keen eyes. They stopped upon the kettle boiling on the stove, not used to seeing such a strange artifact.

[Calderthepirate]

When the kettle stopped burning, he made the tea. Its aroma was invigorating and inspiring. He sat it down in the middle of the table. "Uh yeah, Customary." He said trying to find a better way to explain it. "Its like tradition." he said, knowing that even Jugnar (especially) knows what Tradition means. He got cups out and put those next to the kettle. He poured a glass then slid it over in her direction. "Careful, hot" he said making sure to warn her.

Mark being the research type wouldn't seem to be a big charismatic character, but never the less he was. That is why both Earths and Blue 7's leaders chose him to lead. He fit the bill. He poured himself a cup and took a sip being careful not to burn himself. He got out some milk from a refrigerator like appliance. He added a little tiny bit and stirred it so it was a dark cream color.

[BlueTwistar]

Eva observed Mark's every action as he prepare the tea, even how he made his own. She looked down at her own, the liquid was a smooth green color and smelled boldly of dried green tea leaves. The aroma to her smelled like dry or stale leaves, uncertain of this new beverage, she didn't want to ruin the custom. Eva gingerly picked up the tea cup and took a delicate sip. Licking her lips, she thought about the taste intently. With her ears back and thought it tasted bitter, but the texture felt smooth as it looked. Some how there was a sort of liking about it that she couldn't figure out what it came from, so she took another sip and another. Finally when she had drank it half way, she sat it back down.
"Unique indeed, bitter taste yet tantalizing, and a smooth texture." It was a cook thing. "You humans have good taste. I've never heard of using herbs and water in drinks, since we Jungar's diet usually consists of predatory needs. Thank you for your kindness."

Eva drank the rest of her tea in one gulp and carefully sat down the cup. Out from some pockets, she withdrew digital object and laid her index finger on it.
"Now, down to business." she said in a serious tone, her green cat eyes narrowed.

[Calderthepirate]

Mark met his hospitality with hostility. "Well...go ahead?" he said, being naturally offended. He took a deep breath in getting prepared for the shit storm ahead. He did not want to see what the other side of the storm looked like either. He had been only captain for twenty minutes and he was already being evaluated. Damn, he hadn't even flown the vessel yet!
He sat his cup of tea down leaning back into the chair, with his hand behind his head. "Lets hear it...C'mon!" he said getting ready for the inevitable. "I am not deserving of the position? I do not have any experience, I am A foolish lesser race with no means of interpretation?" he said repeating all of the beating he had already received.

[BlueTwistar]

Eva kept her glare and position still as Mark suddenly jumped the gun. When he had finished, she waited a couple seconds before moving or breathing. Her writing hand posed suddenly to type on the electronic device that she held with the other, her right eye brow raised up.
"Alright." she spoke darkly and if possible her glare got more furious. "What is your cuisine? How do you like your food prepared? Have you ever had exotic alien foods before? What foods, spices or ingredients are you allergic to if any? It is very important I record everything about your eating habits and favorite cuisines so I may serve food fit for your health." Eva was ready to jot down everything on the device that he'll say.

[Calderthepirate]

Marks jaw literally dropped... He had to force himself to shut it. "Anything sweet. I currently have no major allergies. I prefer anything with cheese." he said keeping his attitude as straight as possible. He gave her a awkward look than cleaned up the tea and sat it into the sink. "I guess Il see you in A couple of hours..." he said still confused.
He tried to keep his sanity as much as possible.

[BlueTwistar]

Eva's fingers typed feriously on her little device, writing down every word he said. "Anything with cheese...will be a little difficult to find but no worries..and prefers tea." she mumbled to herself as she concentrated on her typing.
"Done." she said and jumped up, her tail swayed back and forth and knocked over a vase full of flowers. "Awe dammit. Sorry about that.." she said sadly, with a twinge of annoyance at her clumsiness.
"But ah, yes see you in a few hours. Get enough sleep because you will lose your miinnd." she emphasized, pointing to her own head with a crazy look.

[Calderthepirate]

He nodded leaving her to the door. He shut it and walked back into his living room , forgetting about the world and the annoyances to come soon. He laid on his couch and set the clock. He slowly began to drift off into sleep. He wasn't an extremely heavy sleeper, just enough that he knew how to sleep on command. Which in this day and age where sleep is valued so little, it's a very useful skill.

[BlueTwistar]

Once shut out, Eva stood there for a moment to save her document. She looked at his door from over her shoulder with another tedious look.
"Don't lead us to our deaths." she muttered quietly. She was half and half about this new Captain, already he seemed to have too many cracks and was beginning to fall apart, but something still held him together. What ever it was, didn't concern her. Eva took her leave down the hall, as she thought about the preparations for the ship's first meal.

[StormWolf]

"Master Sergeant Scott Maximillian Douglas, please stand." an old man in full military formal dress, laiden with medals, said gruffly. In turn, a tall and broad man in is late thirties stood proudly, his hair cut in a modest mohawk, the rest of his head, except for his eyebrows, was clean shaven. He too was in the formal military dress with as nearly as many medals and ribbons on his chest as the General, but what made the difference was the gold-and-blue star that hung on a navy blue ribbon around his thick neck: the Medal of Honor.

"Master Sergeant, due to your stellar service record in the past, it has come to my attention that you have been the number one candidate recommended to be the tactical and military mind on board the Endless. Though striking a superior officer is a grevious offence, as is dispobeying direct orders, and having sexual relations with a female officer in your platoon, the completion of the Endless's mission to the set ramifications will have your record cleared. Until that time, your Court Marshal will be placed on Pending status." Turning off the recording device and adjouring the session, the General leaned over his podium and narrowed his old and sharp eyes.

"Don't fuck this up for us, Sergeant, or there will be hell to pay." Scott fought back a smirk, keeping his face aloof as he clacked the heels of his boots together and saluted, "Sir."

"Dismissed. You are to report to your new commanding officer immediately."

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With his duffle bag over his shoulder, still in his formal military dress, Scott strolled his way to the living quarters of his commanding officer, a bottle of No. 5 whisky in his fist and a half-smoked cigar in his mouth at he strolled, humming a tune to himself. He walked strolled by one of those cat-people things, a pretty little thing with golden skin, green eyes, blonde hair, and a gold-furred tail. She kind of reminded him of the cat he had as a little kid, before he got his first dog and the dog ate it. (He is checking out your character, Blue) He nodded to her with a wink,

"'Ello beautiful." he chuckled, "You have gotta be the best pussy I have ever seen, that be the truth." he said in his thick accent. Pussy Cat. She looked like a pussy cat. Would he make that clarification? Hell no. Much more fun to see her blush redder than a spanked bottom. He winked again and clicked his tongue before he kept on humming past his cigar after taking a swig from his whisky bottle.

Finally reaching the apartment of his commanding officer, Scott put out the butt of his cigar on his tongue with a satisfying hiss before chomping down on it and turning the remainder of the tobbaco into chew. Capping his whicky bottle and shoving it in his duffle bag, Scott made a loud sniff. Damned nose. He then knocked on the door roughly three times,

"Captain, Master Sergeant Scott Douglas, reporting for duty. I was ordered to report to you by the General. Sorry for the disturbance, sir." God, Scott hated kissing the ass of his superiors. Being polite to authority was one thing Scott never completely grasped until they earned that position in his eyes. 'Nothing is deserved. In sead, everything must be earned.' That was what Scott's pop always said. Wise man for a loon.

"Are you going to invite me inside or am I going to freeze my ball off, sir?"