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


Ren was a little surprised when the dr handed her a coffee, the same man who had grilled her somewhat on how useful she was. Maybe she passed or maybe he realised she was just exhausted when stumbled into that med bay and stole his office sofa.  He was a little prickly but she was the same right now so hey, be gracious. Giving him a smile Ren took the coffee carefully and balanced it on the arm of the chair that was designed for taller beings and persons. “It's Ren, Raphael Dr Ren if you insist, I did steal your sofa earlier.” She said, taking a sip of coffee with a positive nod and a soft sigh. “I could tease you, but thankyou, and pop by any time you fancy ration issue cake or coffee.” She decided and kept her teasing to a bare minimum just glad to talk to someone who might let her go on about xeno biological theory's. 

Turning to look at both the pilot and doctor, one was defending his explosion and dooming an entire station of supplies prematurely, the other had a thing for pirates…maybe he had a thing… weird folks in the apocalypse,  who cared. They were alive. Meeting the Pilot with almost gold eyes and a striking ring of platinum about them. Well might as well try to make a better impression. Even at her 5’3 height, damn genetic quirks… “reenneesuash, daughter of veanamdarr, Ren is easier.” Pronouncing her name very clearly but not insulting, just for clarity. “I have fled 2 stations in under a day, it's better than hovering over a dead world hoping bugs eat each other. They might make super hives and be mono dominant and aggressively competitive, but not self-destruct in months. Their social structures are pretty stable and take a major destabilisation event to cause critical failures in hive cohesion on continental scale. They self regenerate queens and internally maintain hive health as well as enforce control over the workers and warriors. They are very indust…   ” She said, feeling less hostile and yes. They needed to move forward. The Ren rambled off in xeno biological mode as her brain locked into track and rode that train all the way to the station. 

“Thanks. Good stuff.” She said mixing a little into her coffee and taking a small draw of the bottle before passing it onto the medical doctors. “what facilities looking like? We have medical, do we have Hydro bays, anything really we can use to help us bar many sealed crates of Navy rations and such. You know of a planet, a place, more than ruins?” She wondered what kind of resources were available. The last part was quite almost unwilling to say too loudly lest it be false.


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