[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]


Ren looked up as she reached up to loosen the body armour she was wearing and though unwilling to fully take it off she loosened and gave her more room for air. It was far too hot? It was way too hot for normal operations. Ren had worked on multiple space stations and this was far far from the regular temperatures. Even the labs at Northland that where Xeno habits did not bleed heat into the rest of it like this place was? 

She looked up, her gold eyes rimmed with a glint of platinum fanning herself showing a fairly normal company under shirt below the protection. Thankfully she chose to wear more than she had some days in case she needed to lose the armour. One small mercy in a day of hell. “Thanks Velia, needed this…” Ren took a slug of the whiskey before returning it and gave a nod, it was not good quality but it was alcohol and the hot burn in her throat was not unpleasant. 

"Next ones on Northland then. Whatever it is.” returning a tired grin as Ren faced the woman. This woman had more hope than others and probably still was alive and on this station, the very last station orbiting a planet that was taken over by the enemy. Consumed more like.

“Theirs is a ship, just got to sell our skills. We have to scrape together a crew from whats left.” Ren said, surely a Bio Scientist was useful, she knew how to make a hydroponic bay, research unknown life and honestly? This woman's enthusiasm was a little infectious even to an exhausted Kiellar who just escaped on the last ship put once already.

Ren nodded to Ginny too, the whiskey hit and she felt the alcohol hit her stomach, the warm buzz of the alcohol that would come soon. “What's with this heat, Station 6 was never this hot…until it went nuclear.” She added the last part, it had gone nuclear and taken out a area probbly an metropolis. 

Looking about the room, yes she was not that tired, a snake with a hand and a cat, a man walked in clad in flight armour and blood, maybe the last thing ever to Dock here and .. an elderly member of her kin hand made it, she looked old, maybe a 150 years or more. It was not always easy to tell unless they where very young or very old, her kinds age was not a regular and stable pace throughout life. 

“That's on me, Northland can pay for the end of world drinks.” She found to her shock that the card worked and the chip pinged back, how the fuck did that still work? Maybe a localised backup that sent data every day or so? She nodded to the elder of her people, the tried eyed Keiller tried to be respectful but formality was long gone right now. 

People said what now…well that was a question was it not, had she been less exhausted she might have a better answer but theit was not one. 

“Maths is pretty clear, we have one option, ship, get safely out of orbit. After that, find a planet, anything to rest or resupply." She spoke with a scientist's fact, a little grating maybe to some but calmly as fact and not much else. There was no other way off and no other plan. Some way, somehow the bugs would find a way to get them. 

She turned her head and a new comer entered the corner of her eye order a beer, She still gave a tired nod and fanned herself from the heat, it was far too hot to be normal?

Working the side catch she slid the armour off and revealed a simple blue women's sleeveless sports top with bruises, scuffs text on her arms and shoulders from it where it caught. It was far too hot. “Did someone not pay the AC bills?” She tried to joke, too warm indeed!


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