[center][h1][color=fff200]Tarak[/color] and [color=bc8dbf]Trajan[/color][/h1][/center]
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Tarak starts to give a small smile to Amy once he listens to her small talk about them going to her for mental support when they are racked with trauma. He gives a small smile and wave to her as he says, [color=gold]"I'll remember that. Thanks"[/color]. As he starts to leave and try to find a room for himself. Knowing full well that when him and their drunk crewmember locked eyes, it was like they both remembered something. 

Tarak entered a vacant room and started doffing his power armor, waiting to see if the man would enter to talk to him.

Surely enough, there was a pair of uneasy footsteps as Trajan entered the place, looking at Tarak with eyes that spoke of an eerie familiarity. It was like he knew the guy, but just couldn't place who it was, or when they met, if ever. [color=bc8dbf]"So, um, hi.", he began, leaning at the door post, scratching his head. "We've never been formally introduced and I think we have met before... the name's Trajan. Trajan Salazar."[/color]

For some reason, he didn't mention that Pyke was his first surname. At least, not yet.

Tarak looked on as he was right on the money with the man entering. Right on cue really as Tarak looked on to find the man standing at his door. As the man slumped Tarak listened to him introduce himself as Trajan. Not a name Tarak has heard in a while, yet a name he has heard a few times, just one particular time comes to mind, when he was at the orphanage he grew up in there was a boy named Trajan who looked similar to this man. It probably is the hair, they both have such vibrant hair it is very easy to see.

Tarak looked on as he started taking off more of his armor, as the back of the suit opens up and allows him to start stepping out, Tarak introduces himself, [color=gold]"Hey Trajan, my name is Tarak Hunter."[/color] Tarak normally uses the name of his title as his surname, Monarch always said it would be smart to have a surname when attending important meeting for Clients, so he made one up for those occasions.

Trajan shakes Tarak's hand, and another wave of familiarity washed over.[color=bc8dbf] "Tarak... that rings a bell. The only Tarak I knew before this was the one that was in the orphanage I spent a year in before being adopted. He was... a good boy. The best one, actually. Always looking out for the ones younger than himself... heh. Shame that the place burned down before I could persuade my fosters to take him too..."[/color]

Tarak has fully came out of his suit as he now stands at his normal height, still taller than most men yet more reasonable, as it shows he had been wearing a full black padded suit underneath. He steps forward as he takes Trajan's hand and shakes it. Yet once their hands leave each other, Trajan seems to remember something, a boy from an orphanage that burnt down. Tarak looked on for a moment, processing what Trajan just said.

Tarak said as he looked at him, [color=gold]"Trajan...Pyke? Born on Galirus?"[/color] He watched Trajan's face, Tarak knew he looked very different from then, just like Trajan would. It has been over a decade, and a war just passed. But Tarak was interested, is this Trajan?

Trajan's eyes went into a flurry of surprise, as he did not expect what came next. [color=bc8dbf]"How did you...? You're not telepathic, are you?"[/color]

Tarak looked on as he got a good enough response to continue with this conversation. Giving a small chuckle Tarak says, [color=gold]"Naw, I don't deal with that magic. I was Born on Galirus"[/color]. As Tarak gives Trajan a small smile, [color=gold]"I'm Tarak"[/color].

Trajan freezed, as this was quite a bit to take in. "Oh... my God... So the kid that used to sleep on my lap and steal candy for the others did not die in the fire, but is standing before me, is a big man, and leads a band of magicians..." A tear fell off his right eye before he hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve. Trajan held out his arms, an invitation for a hug. "Come here, you. It's been too long..."

Tarak just scoffs with a chuckle as he sees Trajan remembers him very well. He chuckles even more as he sees Trajan opens up his arms for a hug. Tarak obliges as he takes a few steps forward and hugs the man as he says, [color=gold]"Yeah it's been a bit"[/color]. He  chuckles as he continues, [color=gold]"It's been a decade and you look like hammered shit"[/color].

[color=bc8dbf]"The horrors of war have eroded my good looks, I see." Trajan snickered as he held Tarak tight. "I missed you so much... I think I'm going to cry. Damn it...[/color]"

Tarak laughs a little as he says, [color=gold]"Eh seemed to have aged me like fine wine"[/color]. Tarak felt as Trajan held onto him tighter as he hears the man's proclamation of crying. Tarak didn't feel the same, he's never cried, he never knew why, yet right now he didn't feel like he was going to cry or even shed a tear but he was happy Trajan was okay, [color=gold]"Hey, I'm happy to see you did good for yourself. Just found yourself in the bad end of a bloody war. It's still good to see you"[/color]

Trajan sniffed his sleeves, and then winked. [color=bc8dbf]"Well yeah, I became a sniper for the army, but I quit when I saw that the Ascendancy was using kids. Didn't think that those same kids will be my colleagues in the resistance."[/color]

[color=gold]"Yeah, things change when your government uses children in a war"[/color] Tarak said with a light chuckle. [color=gold]"Good to see you here, and good to see you still have that heart of yours. Knew many people who lost theirs when seeing stuff like that"[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"To be fair, I was afraid I would lose it after shooting so many down."[/color], Trajan confided. [color=bc8dbf]"Well, it's really good to see you again... we should drink to tha-... actually, no, I've had too much lately..."[/color]

Tarak laughs as he says with a pat on his back, [color=gold]"Yeah man you should sleep that off. Don't want the others having a hernia because you are drinking more"[/color]. Tarak laughs as he throws his arm under the other mans arm and onto his back as he straightens him up slightly while he says, [color=gold]"Here, lets get you to your bed"[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"Yeeeah... I should go sleep... now..."[/color] With Tarak's help, Trajan went off towards his own room, which was kind of a mess. As soon as he got there, he fell into his bed, and... well... there was snoring.

Tarak helped Trajan to his room, and once he plopped down, Trajan was out like a lightbulb. Tarak chuckled as he threw his blanket over him as he said, [color=gold]"Night"[/color].

As Tarak made his way to the cargo area, he needed to start getting his stuff into his room. He has plenty to still do before it is time to sleep.