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


“Plant 46, ..47.. 48… 50…” Ren walked down as she checked, counted and tended to her seedlings that had already begun to poke out of the artificial grow beds. The nightmares had come back so the woman had woken, done some time in the cold seed vault bundled up in an oversized and excessively bulky cold suit trying to make a working version of a new strain of potato that could provide more nutritional value. No sample yet matched her needs and went back to the main lab to see how many failed. Thankfully they had a least 90% success rate across the board, this new tech was great and the ship was supplied with quality materials.

“My baby's…grow…you might make great vodka…or food.” She said as inspected the room as a whole, her realm where she was safe, busy and doing something other than being trapped in her own head. 

Of course that turned to point she was hungry as a person and not able to put off as another rumble and a hungry pang returned. “i smell like ass” She thought having been sweating in an ill-fitting cold suit not designed for her so went for a quick shower, changed and pulled out something comfortable, unsure how it survived but glad. 

Making way to the ships forward Ren walked along, boots tapping as looked for the stairway to the next deck and where the Galley / bar area should be. The Toga dress had somehow got into her bags when she packed essentials maybe left over from a trip? Yeah, she wore it to a company dinner on weekend team building retreat, still was clean… lucky. 


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Comfortable, clean and wearing something that did not get bug guts on them was honestly nice. The boots though, damn was she wearing heels on a starship. 

She arrived at the Galley / area where people seemed to have adopted it as a lounge and bar also. A social space on the ship where they could be with other people and block out the thoughts and fires…at least for Ren anyway. 

“Mor…whatever time it is, I'm not sure morning is a thing now.” Ren said as she entered and went straight to the food area looking around and finding a Chili, cheese and macaroni based ready to heat meal and pulling the tab as the whole thing heated itself finding a table. Was it fancy food? No. Was it food, yes. Was it hot? Also yes. So Ren waited a minute and peaked back the lid of the weird yet filling comfort food. 

“Stil a while till we get new fresh stuff, but the seedlings are starting nicely. I was warned against drinking alone once, sharing?” Ren said unsure what to say or open with the dark haired ships officer, one of or the only one even meant to be aboard. The slightly shorter Kieller was enjoying her meal, having started rather early, unable to get back to sleep and unwilling to invite the nightmares back. 

Ren was damaged, awkward and a little strange but after all they had faced.. was anyone OK? Good even? Probably no one. “Sorry, im…  me, theirs no way round it.” Ren admitted, Ren was always a little awkward but felt far worse now. 

Turning to see the doctor and other medical staff together, seriously they were married or something. Maybe that's why her teasing was useless against the man earlier in the week. “Hey mr and Mrs doc, I'm trying to eat, not imagine a metal bikini… eww.” Ren said lightly with a look of faux nausea. 

“This chili mac n cheese is too good to be ruined by such things.”

[@Flarbinia][@Dyelli Beybi]