Neil had been cleaned up in a fashion he could only describe as 'military' with how quick and precise it had been. Thirty minutes after he had been tossed into the bathing room with the groomers, he was out with clean hair, a fine shave, new cloths (a handsome indigo vest with a V opening at its center over a blue shirt with matching pants) and with only a hint of the scent of starship grease still permeating his being. It was a hard scent to get rid of in anytime under 24 hours, but it smelled like him so he didn't mind. 

He, along with an escort of the same squadron that had found him among the ships, was marched to the banquet hall. No doubt for protection, but also to make sure he didn't disappear again likely. Once there, the guards had a very satisfying time ushering him forward before they all but pushed him into the room. He nearly bowled over Indra, who caught him. "Oh! You look wonderful!" she said with barely supressed glee. The room they were in was a stately chamber, small for the palace but twice as big as any moderately wealthy citizen's living room, with three elongated feasting tables and servitor androids moving about, setting down cups and plates in perfect order. 

Among the androids were his crew, along with Indra's family. Saxon was nowhere to be found, but he supposed none of the chairs could fit him in this place. He also didn't mind over much. Saxon was a cunning beast, but still very much a beast in many ways. He didn't understand keeping his mandibles shut much of the time if information was drawn out of him casually. Of course there were also a few officials and unknown captains and dignitaries in the crowd, grabbing their food from the hotbar. Indra looped her arm around his and led him to the table on the left, having him sit across from his crew. 

Neil and Junebug's eyes met for a brief, suspenseful moment before they looked away did their best not to make any more eye contact. "Hey uh, shouldn't I be up to get my food?" he asked. 

"Don't worry, the droid will get it for you. Just tell it what you want." The young aristocrat said. "Some people simply go up there because they're indecisive." She cleared her throat as a servitor glided by. "Unit 347, get me two quardek sausages and some revlon ribs. Oh, and eggs please." The order was made with a dazzling smile, and it even looked like the droid with no face or soul to speak of beamed. It's midsection blinked red and off it zoomed. Taya clapped. 

"I love these! My father never trusted servitors on Fornax." She confessed. 

"No one should, after the God wars." Indra's father said, turning back from his conversation with a dignitary. "We only use them for menial tasks such as this. No weapons are automated on this planet. Now do eat up. We have much to discuss and you need a full stomach to appreciate what we must speak of." 

"I've been wanting to know," Indra's mother said, looking at Junebug. "How was your night, Captain? Were the rooms accommadating?" 

Indra nodded, curious. "Yes, how did you sleep?"

Neil decided it was time for him to make his order so he didn't have to listen overmuch of the current conversation, but he knew he'd hear it anyway. 
[@Penny]