[color=f49ac2][h3]K'eve[/h3][/color] [sup]Interaction: [@ROADWARRIOR] + Whoever wants to be nearly [i]RAN INTO[/i][/sup][hr]
	 "Maybe I've been saying this wrong. I ask for your companionship. Not sexual companionship. We Obek like to call it a bondshake. I help you, you help me. Understand?"

	K'eve's feathers settled down at Sir Junkton's words. While she had a few questions, especially about Obek reproduction, she silently began to analyze his words. So he didn't know how to get rid of the air conditioning but, he was asking to be a part of her [i]Vek[/i]-- interesting! There hadn't been any new additions to her Vek for a long time-- not since the poisoning of the Mother. As the First in her Vek, K'eve had been the one to venture off world, while the others stayed behind to tend to the Mother. What would the others think about a Ner'tuk in the Vek? As far as K'eve was concerned, if the Mother wasn't cured, there may be no other choice but to accept alien races into T'kossi culture--

Her leg was suddenly warm.

	Growling, K'eve looked down to see Sir Junkton granting her a small body heat exchange. Good! So he was extending a gift to her along with a request to join her Vek. How interesting it was to see the overlap between T'kossi culture and another-- how similar they were meant that it would be easier to integrate them. During the extended embrace, K'eve sifted through her interface, deleted a bit of information, then updated the file on the structure of her Vek...

[indent][indent][u][b]Vek -- Ka[/b][/u]
3 - 1 X> Edit[ 4 - 1]
[color=9e0b0f]NER'TUK:[/color] Obek 
[color=f49ac2]Integration possibility:[/color] High = 80% Possible
[color=f49ac2]Observations:[/color] [color=fff79a]Bonding culture[/color] -- 
[color=fff79a]Gift exchange after bonding[/color] --
[color=fff79a]Small stature # high advantage[/color] = probability 90%
[color=f49ac2]More to follow -- Initiating Trial Phase[/color] 
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	Once he was back in his seat, K'eve watched Sir Junkton silently, curiously, and when Sir Junkton slapped himself a strange thing happened to her face. It looked almost as if K'eve were bearing her teeth to bite at him, the noise she made was guttural in nature, and her feathers rose nearly to full length-- this the closest thing T'kossi had to laughter. Upon his introduction, K'eve made an addition to her file on him as she listened.

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[color=f49ac2]Observation Subject:[/color] [i]Tzer Jhnk'don[/i] -- Encountered At [color=fdc68a]1782-182.45[/color] + [color=92278f]T'koss Season Of Blades[/color]
[color=fff79a]Title Exchange[/color] -- [/indent][/indent]
	As was deemed appropriate among T'kossi, K'eve raised her hand to her mouth, then bit into her palm until it bled. After showing Sir Junkton the thick black inky looking streak of blood, she began her introduction. "K'eve of T'koss, First of Four in Vek Ka," she pointed to him with a huge claw, "You are fourth, [color=9e0b0f]other-world[/color]. K'rakoi is third. K'vaken is second." And then the music cut off. K'eve turned her attention to the Captain immediately. 

	When the word "combat" was said, K'eve shook herself excitedly and growled, "Will fight." Once they were all dismissed she very nearly began running toward the door, pushing past people, shouting, "Weapons! Must see them-- inferior quality makes enemies joyful. Upgrades!" K'eve made her way out the door, almost barreling into a couple of people, before she started actually running, full speed, to get to the Armory faster. In the hall K'eve shouted, "Axon! Tell them all of this-- need all weapons to me. All parts. Make them all surrender arms. Tell them priority is the self no longer, for the whole needs survival. Weak as singles, strong as one, for the enemy fights as such-- We must copy!"