[quote=@Bentus]
[h3]Fihlyn Numosath[/h3][hr]
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Walking over to Velia, Fihlyn’s excited smile was easily seen through her helmet.

“You are Communications Officer Velia, yes?” The Quessir’s voice sounded relieved, even as it was transmitted through her suit’s speakers. “It is a pleasure to meet you! I am Assistant Pilot Fihlyn. Flynn, if that’s easier.”

Fihlyn’s suit had been adorned with a patch from the CSF, with the colony ship’s number readily identifying her as part of the crew. It registered that the other woman wasn't wearing her uniform, but Fihlyn brushed her confusion aside. She looked around at the other figures that were standing and sitting around the officer. Her friends, perhaps? Other members of the crew, if she was lucky.

“I have been trying to contact the station for instructions, but I have not heard back. You are an officer of the ship, yes? Does this mean that you can give commands? We have space for more people, we should be trying to help those that we can.”

Fihlyn’s stomach growled again, louder this time. She glanced down at the CSF card sitting in front of Velia.

“Although, perhaps there is still time for a snack?”
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Velia was struck by two emitions - elation at having a pilot, clashing with fear of how their situation might change now that people knew she was from the ship.  So much for a quiet drink at the bar...  

She smiled though.  Overall this was a positive development even if there were about to be short-term complications, "Pleasure to meet you Fihlyn," she said, only slightly mangling the name.

"I can give commands," Velia lied.  It was an easy lie.  There was no officer on the ship and nobody was likely to dig into her files and figure out she was a freshly graduated communications officer with no real clue as to what she was doing.  Someone, needed to take control of the situation, however, and prevent the ship from being overrun in a panic  As long as people stayed calm and followed procedure they could probably get everyone off the station... but if people went into a panicked riot that was when accidents happened.  The kind of accidents that ended up with a burst airlock and their ride out of here catapulting into the sun, "There are snacks on the ship.  We are provisioned for a few months of travel... provided most of the people remain in cryo-sleep and aren't up and about, drinking all the milk."

She drained the rest of her whiskey setting the glass down on the counter before turning to the pilot, "bring the bottle with us," she said as she stood up, not wanting to waste the alcohol.  She turned to address the rag-tag group of hangers on she and Fihlyn had acquired, keeping her tone calk and conversational, "Okay, I am going to need help to set up in preparation for launch, including, but definitely not restricted to crowd control."

"At this point, unless you have some loved one you can't not tell, let's keep what we're doing between ourselves.  We don't want an angry mob trying to storm the ship."

[@Terrans]

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[quote=@El Gato Naranja]
[h3][b]Sarvenolos of the Third Fane of Tekumo[/b][/h3]
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...

“Verminslayer! Is there something you smell?”

As it would turn out, Verminslayer had indeed found something… interesting.

Across the room was a Gendari, sitting on his mobility scooter, visibly fuming with annoyance. This wasn't just any Gendari, either, but the Gloriont himself. Not that Verminslayer understood what a Gloriont was. She didn't care about such titles. She just knew that he was small. Awfully small.

She prepared herself to pounce even as Sarve slithered towards her.

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Divaldo was not unaware of the threat.  Puffing himself up to his full, diminutive size, he reached behind his seat, producing a stick.  It was about a foot long, so propably large for him... "What the yotz is that void-cursed creature doing here?" he demanded imperiously, but with an edge of panic in his voice, "Get back, you glop-faced vorrak, or I’ll ram this stick down your throat!" he declared, waving it threateningly at the cat.