[b][u]Vesa IV, Persephone station[/u][/b]

Nedenn has embarked to a world near the territory of Humanity with only loose associations with the human state, unsurprisingly populated in multiple cousins of the Zedevic, especially those from the human line of descent.  Near circular Nedenn's pale skin and mass of dark tendrils hold themselves together in anticipation for their task at hand.  His ship with its wingnut-like design is towed into dock of the Persephone station through a tractor beam.  The comm in the highly claustrophobic ship buzzes with human speech, stating "SHOW LICENSE FOR ENTRY."

Nedenn shows his trading license and is (with slight hesitation), towed further into the station.

The vastness of the docking port, filled with spacecraft from mostly around human space is revealed as Nedenn's personal ship is lowered to the dock.  A several drones nearby scan the ship as multiple Zedevic pilots walk out of the craft.  They also are scanned.

"Necessary?" Nedenn asks.

"Always." The drone replies.

"Frequent appearance, us." Nedenn tells the drone.

"Always." The drone states again, before it moseys on away.

 Nedenn himself hovers, but his cohorts do not.  His cohorts, Ada, Navam and Anta instead opt to walk in their metallic and rather curvy construct armors.  It is hard to distinguish them in their constructs, but Ada’s distinctly spotty skin remains easily noticed.  All of their constructs share a distinct copper teal finish, embellished in web-like markings dotted in radially symmetrical alien creatures of presumably Vedan origin.  They have artificial hands attached for human interaction, with a clay-like touch to them.  These constructs, it should be noted, are held together not by neural technology or any form of cybernetics, but by their minds.  

“A taxing effort.” Ada claims as her small eyestalks peer around for food.

“Yes.  Food.” Nedenn tells Ada, “We will.”

“Of the objective?” Navam asks, concerned.

“Head to The Kitchen of Nous.  There he is.” Nedenn tells Navam.

“Who again?”

“You will know at The Kitchen of Nous.” Nedenn tells Navam again.

Nedenn flusters his tendrils about, wearing only a headband-like article of clothing as he hovers towards the main station, passing by a crowd of humans who seem somewhat disturbed by his appearance.  Nedenn doesn’t seem to notice; instead Nedenn and his pilots head into the vast entertainment complex proper.  Nedenn looks around the place, seeing all sorts of demonstrations of human culture abound.  If there were no task at hand, he’d stick around longer.  Hovering about the place, of which for all the activity of the people around from cyborgs juggling their own limbs to people selling what he swears looks like fried spunk bug does seem to be lacking.  How so eludes Nedenn, however.  

Nedenn hovers onward, unconcerned.  

“He is here?” Ada asks.

“Yes.” Nedenn tells Ada.

Ada pauses for a bit, than continues walking forward.

“Get food?” Ada asks again.

Nedenn looks around the hall and sees a food place labeled “The Kitchen of Nous” of all things.  The stylized image of Nous itself dominates the large logo.  The symbol staring down upon them, a echo of times when Nous still dominated mankind...  Oh look, the place Nelenn had to go to anyways.  Peering inside, he sees people eating various sorts of noodles and soups served by drone waiters.  Nedenn levitates inside, the high ceiling of the place managing to accomodate a creature as large as himself.  The four Zedevics in their constructs have some difficulties, having to crouch over to fit into the place.  The sight of large, crouching constructs catches the manager of the restaurant, a somewhat scrawny man in uniform, off guard.

"A Zedevic at my restaurant?" he asks.  

"I have human currency, no worry" Nedenn tells him in his somewhat squiggly accent.

"We don't have Zedevic food here.  Please leave." the manager tells Nedenn.

"Zedevic aren't picky."

"Get out." the Manager sternly tells Nedenn, "This is a human food place, okay?"

Nedenn however doesn't move, instead he tells the manager "We have more than food to be here."

"I don't care, please leave." The manager, clearly irritated tells Nedenn again.  

Suddenly, a rather muscular man wearing very casual clothing, but with a deep voice tells the manager "They are fine.  I called them here."

The manager, despite his earlier hostility backs away and tells nedenn "Sorry for earlier troubles."

"Forgiven."

The muscular man, with brownish skin and no hair shakes Nedenn's tendril and says "Good to see you, Nedenn.  I apologize if the manager was a bit rude, despite his earlier statements there will be food."

“Food?” Ada suddenly pipes up, despite being silent earlier.

“yes, food, even for the likes of you.” the thick headed, man replies to Ada.

Nedenn asks the man “Name?  Never given to us.”

“I have none, I haven't since I joined the...  Well, i'll explain later.  Just use whatever name you want me to have” he tells Nelenn.

“Name will be, forever Wigglebait!” Ada shouts, disrupting some of the people eating.  They seem disgusted just to see a large floating flesh sphere being with the heap of noodle-like limbs.  The densely muscled man (now named wigglebait), noticing the attention the Zedevics are causing tells Nedeen “I think we should go into the lounge, somewhere more private.  You never knew when the machine empire is spying on you…”

“Agreed.” Nelenn states, as a drone waiter passes nearby.  

(Wigglebait, of all things Ada?)

(Yes.)

(I name from now on.)

(Fine fine.  But his name will always be wigglebait.)

(I regret being unspeaking, Nelenn.  I was too busy conversing with Navam again.)

(Still superior to Ada)