[color=f49ac2][h3]K'eve[/h3][/color] [sup]Interaction: Sir Junkton - [@ROADWARRIOR]  [/sup][hr]
	While on her way to the lounge, K'eve had spent the entire trip staring at pipes, whenever they were exposed. Every so often she would stop, tap on a wall panel, then move on about her way before anyone could ask questions. Her sensors were detecting vague heat signatures, plasma conduits, a few electrical lines, which were all importantly sources of heat. Something about the ship's current temperature was quickly becoming annoying for K'eve, but it could be easily surpassed with a few modifications. 

"A few modifications" of course meant "tearing plating off the walls to expose plama pipes and installing conductive coils"-- K'eve wasn't going to get ahead of herself. If there was anything she wasn't going to do, it was start tearing the ship apart, without knowing where the central power cycling system was located, because that would be just plain unsafe. Safety meant a lot to K'eve, especially while she was around other aliens. They tended to break easily when exposed to things like plasma leaks, fires, and explosions, the fragile creatures.

Upon arriving to the lounge, K'eve found the room to be even colder than the hallway, somehow. Without a word to everyone else inside the room, she began analyzing vents, finding that they were cooling the air-- cooling it! Of all the mammalian insults to K'eve's existence, the "air conditioning" was one of the highest. Never would she understand how these creatures couldn't simply give their mother unit fur, so that the next generations spawned would have an adaptation for cold, and they could get rid of this silly power draining feature aboard their ships. Wasn't that a simple solution?

	K'eve tried to suggest it years ago to an alien but, then said alien insisted that children were spawned from within, or something grotesque like that. Disgusting. That particular conversation ended with a bunch of broken glass and a handful of mammal fur... In an attempt to sweep that subject from her mind, K'eve directed her attention to the lounge.

Truth be told, the odd sounds and sights of the area fascinated K'eve. What were those odd noises they were making with those pipes? Part of K'eve's auditory processors were having difficulty translating the language-- it was a form of communication, wasn't it? During her travels around as a mercenary, K'eve had become familiar with this phenomena, and she had been witness to a number of drums, pipes, and strange stringed objects being fiddled with by [i]Ner'tuk[/i]-- other-world beings. These noises always made K'eve feel something but she couldn't quite understand wh--

"Hey!"

	K'eve narrowed her eyes, not quite certain of what she had heard, before the voice continued, "Here's my icebreaker: This party blows, huh? I learned from humans that an icebreaker is designed to make follow up questions more enticing. Here's my follow up question: Are you single?" K'eve's gaze snapped down to Sir Junkton with an almost mechanical abruptness. Overlays and scans initiated within her combat interface-- classifying the target, physical evaluations, with something of an odd barbarity to the technical sophistication.

[indent][indent][color=fff79a]Creature Encountered Prior[/color] >> Obek Obek Obek Obek >>>sd
[color=f49ac2]Threat[/color]: [color=8dc73f]Low[/color]
[color=f49ac2]Difficulty[/color]: Ea0- -=+sy
[color=f49ac2]Weakness[/color]: General[color=ed1c24]iz[/color]ed Mo[color=39b54a]r-[/color] T- [color=f7941d]Tt-- talit- y[/color]
S[color=ed1c24]U[/color]PPR[color=ed1c24]E[/color]SS>> [color=9e0b0f]NER'TUK[/color]<>> [color=f7941d]P[/color][color=ed1c24]U[/color][color=fff200]R[/color][color=fff200]I[/color]>> I[color=ed1c24]f[/color][color=fff200]y[/color]PPP>> EXECUTE<< [color=c4df9b]ORDER[/color] |*)8( E[color=f49ac2]r[/color] R[color=f49ac2]0[/color] [color=f49ac2]R[/color]-d9> [color=6ecff6]PATHWAY OBSCURED[/color] [/indent][/indent]

Letting out a low hiss after a moment of silence, K'eve finally responded, "T'kossi are never alone. Not singular." K'eve rolled her shoulders and continued, "For that which burns out stars, will not extinguish. Blood bonds forged in sand. Ice. Ice. The cold does close in." After that, K'eve suddenly began pacing about like a beast caged. Her posture arched slightly, the feathered mane atop her head raised, then there was the tenseness in her movements-- K'eve looked either ready to start throwing things or ready to cave in upon herself. 

"Break the ice. Do it," K'eve growled threateningly but, somehow, there was a hint of expectation in her tone. Maybe this Obek knew how to make the air conditioning go away...