Xar remembered landing on planet Keet-o in the Terran cluster of the Lobos Quadrant. Not long after Shaer had reported a group of planets ripe for feeding. He remembered dealing with the native species, most had been rather weak and wiped out easily. He had formed the conduit and started feeding when suddenly the sky went dark.

Thousands if not millions, tiny and medium aircrafts covered the sky and countless of them ejected what seem like soldiers. Was this a take-over or an intergalactic war he didn't know. Not that it mattered, he would be done with this planet before the fight gave result. But what he didn't expect was a hunting party.

They were the so-called Liberation Force, formed to rid the universe of his kind as told in his trial. Presided over by every major racial power of the galaxy. Pitiable fools, deluding themselves that they can rid themselves so easy of his kind. His family was still out there, he knew his sister was far more shrewd than him. She also knew to control his hunger, a trait that he never cared to learn. His ambition had always been different. He wanted to be the strongest of his kind. Something that would not be achievable, now that he would be relieved of his mortal coil.

But his subduers had another gift, they wanted to make him weak like them. To show him mercy, even if he didn't need it. The claimed an obscure convention and decided to put him in deep freeze. Somewhere so remote that even the light won't reach him.

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As Anastasia punched in the release switch, the liquid drained from the tall chamber. This one was up to the ceiling, the inside invisible due to all the frost on the glass. Wisp of gas flowed into the room as she recovered from her vomit. Suddenly, a being emerged from the smoke and held her against the ceiling. Its huge hand clasped around her neck, a slow clench and her throat would cave in.

The lights then started to flicker as the sound system of the room came alive. The suit of armor only emanated a heavy breathing sound but the speakers told that the being could communicate.

"Am I the last one, human?" the speakers relayed the message of the being. By the fact that only male voices were chosen, she could faintly estimate that the one before her was a male.

"Answer carefully, they may be your last words."

Kidd patiently listened, or at least until the male human/cyborg [?] for the second time compared him and his race to a cat. "Hey. I appreciate you risking your life to save us and all but, Furlynes are nowhere near a mere Earth "cat". We can be pretty vicious while your guard's down, ya know?" As if to emphasize his own point, the Furlyne boy raised his hand to display his human-like hands with claws like that of a predator. His race did appear to resemble quite closely to the human race, but features like the claws, ears, and tail clearly did not. One who came from Earth would immediately see how similar the ears and tail are to a feline's, Kidd understood that from his experience on Earth but somehow he couldn't agree with being seen as part "cat".

For the rest of the narration, from the man who introduced himself as Jack, the shorter male stayed quiet to process all of the information he was given. Talk of hibernating in cryopods was fairly normal at this generation but for a century? For what purpose? Even they themselves seemed to have no lead as to why it had happened. "Man, snoozing in those things for a hundred years doesn't sound too comfy. Jack, kay, gotcha. Seriously though. Someone just... died and all you and that other human cares about is food." He shakes his head, wondering what was wrong with these humans, he on the other hand was still calming his racing heart from the previous events. While they had questionable characters, he still appreciated the rescue nonetheless. But even so, would he willingly join their crew filled with... foreign beings? So far from who had appeared before him were humans, cyborgs and.... black energy creature things.

Kidd raised his legs onto the seat he was thrown on and hugged his knees closely to his chest, murmuring in a low tone, "I'm cool with fixing up your rusty old ship for paying my debt but... Could I even trust you guys? I mean... you beat up those jerks like they were no trouble, but how can I be sure you aren't just another group of terrorists?"

"do we look like terorist"? jack thought to himslef well it would make sense since the crew exsited of a cyborg lady an asshole of a captian a crazy sword lady who likes hurting people a weird black thing a plant girl and scary ass butler who has red eyes
and he himself a pilot with no ship and an cyborg eye.

"if we where terrorist we would have used you as target practice kidd. and sasha over there would have probably beheaded you to put your head on a spike. are we doing this to you right now? no where not so relax ca... furlyen sorry almost said it again"

The hand raised her upwards. It closed in around her throat. Anastasia gave out a choked laugh. The whir in her arms and legs started. Then an idea popped in her head. She started the self destruct within her arms. She then spoke to the being.

"You hear that? You hear that machinery whirring? Good. It'll be the last thing you hear unless you release me. I've already had my love explode into a fine red mist and his innards splattered onto my face. I am in no mood to be messed with. And guess what. Me? I won't feel any pain. The blast will be too quick. You however, you, you're gonna feel a lot of pain. You'll feel every single particle of your being get ripped apart like paper. Your pain will last an eternity. I'll blow us both so far you're gonna have to search for your body in the next life. And I swear to every god and deified entity in this known universe, you'll feel the pain. You might be the last of your race, and i'm part of a dying race. But you wanna know what? My race will go on. If you're the last of your race, you'll go extinct, you hunk of fucking shit. Me? I'm ready to die. I have nothing left. So go ahead. Make your decision. Do you want your race to go extinct? Or do you want to live and live on? Better make your decision within the next minute, or it's lights out you worthless shit. And don't even think of killing me, because then you'll have no way to deactivate this bomb. Tick Tock Motherfucker."



The light blinked on. The voice spoke.

"All personnel. Attention. All personnel. Three new coordinates have been given to you. A distress call has been heard in Russia. That is all."

Teige

Teige put her index finger on her cheek as she looked into her locker. These were all of her possessions. A handgun, a necklace, a portable comms unit and a Garden brand dress. She took her rucksack and put all the items but the handgun, which she strapped to her hip, and the comms unit, which she put on her wrist, in it. She slung the light rucksack over her shoulder and walked out of the room. She exchanged a few greetings with a few members of the crew, then finally arrived at the airlock. She waited there for a long while, she chatted with a crew member stationed nearby, drank some water and practiced meditation.

Then the airlock's intercom came to life, and a familiar voice came through. "Hello, Exploronaut 367, Roi, here. I'm here for Exploronaut 360, Teige."

Teige smiled, "Here I am, Roi. I'll let you into the airlock, give me a moment." Teige fished out her ID card from her uniform and passed it over the panel controlling the airlock. Its outer door opened, let Roi in and then closed. Pressurization came into effect and then the inner door opened.

Roi was wearing a green and black space, sleek space suit. It looked more like a loose Exploronaut uniform with a helmet than a space suit, though. Her face was obscured behind the dark visor of her helmet but from the body language, Teige could tell Roi was glad to see her. Roi was also carrying a second suit on her left arm. "This is yours." Roi said, voice distorted by the helmet's microphone, and extended her arm towards Teige.

Teige grabbed the suit and quickly put it on, over her uniform. She locked the helmet in place and stretched her limbs. "Will it be a space walk to the ship?"

"More like a space jump, we're only a few meters out. Also, Teige-" Roi hesitated, "There was a terrorist attempt at the Tree."

Teige could feel her heart skip a beat. The heat drained from her face and she turned to Roi. "A terrorist attempt?"

"Some alien sneaked into the Tree's perimeter, avoided all guards and priests and blew himself up right beside the Tree."

Teige was at a loss of words, and after she failed to form any after a few attempts, she simply pressed the button to close the airlock and depressurize. The airlock did its work and soon they were facing the void of space. Excitement filled Teige, yet she showed none of it now. Getting physically excited right now would be detrimental to their objective. A moment passed, and Roi bought her fingers to the side of her helmet. She mumbled something into her personal comms.

Then, Teige saw a large shadow. It descended and descended, up until it was leveled with them--That was Roi's ship.

Roi linked her arm with Teige's and nodded. "On three we jump, you know the drill." Teige nodded in response.

"One," They got into position.

"Two," Roi's ship's airlock opened, brightly lit with an orange light.

"Three!" They jumped. Roi grunted and Teige bit her lip. As they exited the human ship's airlock, gravity became non existent. They flailed their legs in synchronization two times, then stopped. They drifted toward the ship ever so gently. Once they got closer though, it was clear they were off course. They'd hit the ship's hull at that rate.

"Move us to the right, Roi. I'll stabilize the acceleration once we're correctly aligned." And so Roi activated her personal thruster at mid potency. A moment later and Teige activated her own, which aligned them in front of the airlock. They deactivated the thrusters and prepared for landing.

They both felt the sudden tug of gravity as they entered the airlock. They did not fall, though. They separated their arms and each arrived with a somersault.

Teige was the first to stand and she grinned. "That was exciting."

"Tell me about it." Roi said and chuckled, then the airlock closed and they took off the space suits. "We can't stay in human space, Teige. You understand, right? The Priests requested the Exploronauts and Navy to provide higher security for the Tree and to look for possible ties to a bigger organization."

"I understand. The Tree's more important than this." Teige nodded in agreement, then the airlock let them into the ship. Roi brought her wrist up and spoke into her comms bracelet.

"Take us back to the Homeplanet, Koi. Let's get there as fast as possible, we'll refuel once we get there."

The ship whirred into action. It aligned itself with the correct Faster Than Light(FTL) route, and then it jumped into the void.

The human female was a fiesty one as she let loose a barrage of words from their language that he was yet to fathom. He had been in limbo for a some time and even before that contac with the human race had been really minimum to get all the minor details of their tongue. But Xar understood that the Human was herself prepared to die, he could feel an energy building inside of her as she threatened him to blow him up. He thought of telling her of her futile attempt but decided against it. Let it be a surprise.

He released his grip from her neck as he let her down. "I like you, human. Strong and mad unlike your kind. I just need to know if my family is alive. Help me find them and I'll fight for you. Save your kind unlike what you did to us."

He then scanned the room's energy signature for his weapon. He thought maybe his captors were foolish enough to kee them both in one room. Sadly, his hopes weren't high.

"By the way, I don't think you have read the dossier on my kind, have you? I am missing a piece of me."

"Good choice." Anastasia stated. The whirring started dying down. The bombs had been deactivated. She twisted her shoulders back and forth and stretched. "I don't have shit on whatever you are. Good luck finding info. Whenever you're fucking ready head up to the bridge you son of a bitch." Anastasia spit the blood from her mouth onto her arm. She loosened her grip on the Egyptian arm band and tied it to her left robotic arm. One to match the Russian arm band on her right. She walked out of the room and up the stairs.



Anastasia finished her stroll onto the bridge. She spoke out as soon as she saw the blinking on the main computer. "Hey! Captain! Did you not notice the little info being given to you on your screen? We have some new coordinates to go to. I checked the storage and all our goods except for inorganic transport is gone. We need new foods and drinks."

She sat down at the computer and started tapping away.

"Ah. Here we go. These coordinates all have supplies except... for this one in Russia? Why do we have a distress signal coming from Russia? That shouldn't be happening. Russia has been dead for several years now. Gone. Put into the dirt. It's irradiated beyond saving. Captain. Whatever you decide, make sure you make sure your decision is safe. I would recommend against going to Russia. As much as I love my home country, nothing good is waiting for us there."

Anastasia sat up from the computer and walked to the wall near the back of the bridge. "I'll be right here in case you need me. Time to make your decision captain."

He was given a choice of three coordinates, but by the time they came up he was already fidgeting like hell in the captain's seat, his eyes dilated and it almost seemed as if he was on full alert... He needed something sweet. He struggled to pay enough attention to look at the options laid before him, and glossed over most of the details, he wasn't really listening to Ana talking about the whole thing with Russia, but just read Eden was civilization... Civilization meant shops, shops meant food... Food meant...

"Set a course for Eden. Bring up a list of all candy st- I mean... Shops... On Eden...", he said. He wanted to know a route once he got there. As soon as the map and list was brought up, he stared at it for a couple moments, and in those couple moments he spotted the places he wanted to ride past. He would've recognized the coordinates for this place too, it was once his favourite bar, but being on the ship without any sweet foods for so long has derived him of the attention required for this.

Now, normally it'd take a lot longer for his sugar cravings to get to him, but having woken up, and realizing he hadn't eaten a thing for a hundred years, really started to get to him. In any case, he was simply heard power walking to the exit of the ship, and would stand there and fidget and wait until the ship arrived.

Doubt was still evident in his eyes as the cyborg man spoke but Kidd sighed and got off the chair to stretch his arms upon the end of his statement. "I guess... I can't say I'm trustworthy either, I was a thief once ya see but don't get me wrong, never killed a civilian once. Never. Now, lemme take a look and see what ya guys got here, this century old fella." He evidently referred to the ship that they were currently aboard on as the Furlyne boy gazed up and down around the area and deeper into the ship. After a brief glance around the main areas of the ship, simple tinkering with stuff and checking for tools of any sort, Kidd came back to where he started at, the exit area.

"First of all, how is this ship even able to continue flying?! Most, if not all of its parts are outdated and barely usable by today's machinery standards. To make it worse, the tools needed to repair or replace parts are nothing but rust and *SIGH* I can't do anything if we ain't gonna stop over for supplies. If we've got any hostilities and start a space battle, this fella's got NO chance." He clearly had an irritated tone to his voice, complaining about how they had scarcity of supplies which resulted in him being unable to start any work done for the ship. He wasn't exactly an actual crew of the ship but he treated all machinery as if they were his own.

Of all his accumulated knowledge, Xar had known the unpredictability of Human females. They were said to be strange creatures, one that defied logic expertly and repeatedly. As he followed the cyborg into the ship and to the bridge, he saw more human life forms. Uncertainity creeping him on him. He was a being that was trapped and leashed to keep the so called humanity safe and now, that their world was disintegrating, he was released and free.

He again overtook the channels of the ship as he asked a question from the people in general.

"What year is this?" walking with heavy footsteps towards the bridge where the cranky woman stood.

'Where is my kind? Am I the last one?"

Anastasia tapped into the communications systems. Looking for a sound she tuned in. Nothing at first. Then slowly, a buzz came in.

..ond. Again. Respond. This is the Eden Space Station Defense System. We will give you one more chance to respond with your ship name and what your status is right now before we blow you out of orbit.

Anastasia quickly turned around to the rest of the crew. and spoke to them. “Hush you all. I need complete silence.” She turned back around to the comms and spoke.

“Yes yes, this is the..” Anastasia thought for a second. “Sierra Zulu 1. We are in a bad state of disrepair and require assistance. May we request permission to dock please.”

Anastasia waited for the response. Finally the radio buzzed.

Yes yes, welcome aboard. Please dock your ship in bay number 2, and we will guide you from there. Welcome to Eden Space Station.

Anastasia turned around and wiped the sweat off of her brow. That was a close one. It could have ended very badly for them. Their journey could have possibly ended there. But it didn't and that’s all that mattered. She turned to talk to Valerius. “

Listen captain. Everyone has personal likes and it doesn't hurt to have something you like, but make sure it doesn't get the best of you. I’ll get us supplies extremely cheap here. Count on me. The rest of you go relax and take a break. Meet in the bar right outside of the docking bay when you all are ready to head on your way. Keep in touch if anything goes wrong. And please all of you. Try not to cause havoc. This is one of the only places for sure in the universe where we’ll be accepted no matter what and I don’t want that ruined.”

The ship slowly pulled into the station. The dock was filled with people of all different races entering or leaving the bay, as they pulled in, the ship whirred to a stop and the bay doors opened.

Valerius hurried on through the checkpoints, this place wasn't controlled by government so heavily, so he got through fairly quickly and without hassle like identification. He was first one off the ship and within moments of the moment he could, he disappeared into the crowd. His coat flowing behind him lightly as he power walked with a set in picture of the map of this place in his mind... And finally, he was there. It was called Sweet Dreams, the biggest store on Eden, and without a second thought he snatched up whatever he could and...

"I-I'm sorry sir... You're short... Besides, this currency hasn't been used for decades. I don't think I was born when this was used", with the fall of the human empire, came the fall of the human currency. What he had on him would've been enough back in the day, but right now it's essentially worthless.

"If you can go down the bank and exchange it for updated currency you can afford all this", he kept staring. She silently pointed out the window, and across the road there was bank.

Process was speedier than usual at the bank for him, it may have something to do with his unblinking stare making everyone move a little faster, and within moments of exchange completed he returned, and paid for his candy. Within minutes he was happily walking down the street downing the candy he was eating, and only now he was realizing as he looked at the streets he walked upon... He recognized some of these structures... And then he remembered the coordinates...

"One hundred years huh? I guess that place is closed down no-", before he could finish his sentence something caught his notice out of the corner of his eye. "The Galactic Gear", his favourite bar, but it looked nothing like he remembered. It was much, much fancier, and bigger, and it didn't used to have what appears to be two floors. It looks like it was a bar and restaurant now, and a popular one...

"... Huh".

Anastasia stepped out of the ship. The docking bay wasn't that busy today, which was odd. Usually there was loads of traffic coming in and out. She stepped through the gate check and before she could catch a break she was wrapped up in a hard exoskeleton hug. The arms were bright red and he wore a suit that shone like sapphire. Without looking at his face she could tell who it was. Simeon. The motherfucker was prepared. Simeon spoke before she could get a word in.

"Ana my friend! You are back! Welcome home! Well not really home but come come walk with me. I have heard the news. I am sorry. For all of it. Your friends in the program and your race. It must hurt to be made lonely. But worry not. For I am here to comfort you when you feel down. I will always be here to help. And also. I feel like this might make you feel better. How would you like some supplies on the house? Machinery and all. My gift for all the favors you did while I bartended way back when.

Anastasia turned around.

"How does that sound hmmmm?"

Behind her was the catboy following, staying silent.

Jericho Joranis|Eden Station

"Stop you son of a bitch!" Shots rang out through Eden as a Scarab ran through the streets with an armored human chased him, both pistols in hand and firing on him. The Scarab, wielding a laser assault rifle, returned fire from periodic cover and forced the human into cover on occasion while people walking the streets ducked, scrambled and otherwise got out of their way. The human panted and wiped his forehead, reloading the pistols and peaking out. Once more, the buggy bastard was on the run. Chasing these guys was probably his least favorite job, cause he found bugs to be absolutely creepy. But the payout for catching this guy was big enough to warrant the chase.

With a heavy sigh, he was up and running again, taking pot shots at the bug man as he weaved in and out of the crowds and cover. After another couple streets, he grinned in triumph as the bug man stumbled from a hit to his leg. Then quickly dove for cover as the assault rifle was aimed his way and unloaded, the rounds pinging all around him and hitting the piece of cover he'd taken. When he finally peeked out, the Scarab was hiding in his own cover and reloading. "Go away, human! You can't hope to catch me! Besides, shouldn't you be worried about your own skin?"

"Oh that's it, you're worth more dead anyways." Sliding over his cover, a potted plant in front of a store, the man fired at the Scarab's cover to keep it pinned. Valerius looked away from The Galactic Gear in time to spot the human store both pistols in their holsters and draw a katana, activating it's laser edge and take off the Scarab's head as he leaped over the low wall it was hiding behind. Sighing, he waited for the authorities, the people paying him for the job this time, to come and collect the body. "Pleasure doin' business. Remember, Jericho Joranis caught him. Tell your friends."

The officer he'd been talking to snorted and gave a passing "Sure, whatever" as he helped wheel away the dead Scarab. Turning and heading to walk down the street, Jericho noticed that Valerius was staring. "What? Never seen a guy doing his job before?"

Making his way downtown, faces past and I'm shipbound, dududududud, dudududu, dududududu. Well, he was humming some kind of song in his head, and that wasn't it, but it came pretty close as he was now quite happy what with finally getting some sugar in his system. As he made his way around the corner not far from the Galactic Gear, he saw a little bit of a show, so he just started watching intently while eating like he was at a theatre. Shortly afterward, the guy with the pistols turned to him. Valerius was kind of standing there with big bags full of sweet things, so he looked a little off-character for the clothes he wore.

"What? Never seen a guy doing his job before?", Valerius stood there for a moment, looking between this man and the scene he caused a few times, squinting his eyes as if trying to figure it out, and then...

"Aaaah, I get it, you're an actor, where's the camera crew though? Is this the opening scene where we are introduced to the hero kicking ass? Skilfully done, almost looks real, but I've never seen you before, so an up and coming new actor? I dunno, I heven't been awake for a hundred years so I wouldn't know", this guy was obviously misunderstanding what happened... Or at least, that's what it looked like.

Jericho Joranis|Eden Station

Jericho stared at the man for a moment, before looking back at the blood spot in the street then back at the man. He was either incredibly thick or incredibly stupid. "I just killed that man for money. Legitly chopped off his head and then took cash for it. How could you possibly misconstrue bounty hunting for acting?" He continued on and almost completely ignored him when suddenly, in his mind, the fact that the guy said he'd been asleep for a hundred years clicked in his mind.

Rounding about, Jericho approached him rapidly. Reaching him, he spun the man around. "Did you just say you were asleep for a hundred years? The only way you could do that is if you...were...wow. So how'd that feel?" He'd heard rumors of an old Earth government or something hiding various ships with good crews all around the universe. He hadn't believed it, but if what this guy said is true..."And while we're at it, who woke you up? Maybe they can help me get some hella good work to make my name better known."

"Special effects", he responded quickly and frankly. After his response, it appears this man paid more attention to the 'sleeping for one hundred years' thing, and began a line of questioning. How did this feel? Well, sleeping, that's all it really felt like it... The one who woke him up, that Russian chick Anastasia, but he didn't say any of that out loud. He put one hand in a fist and hit his open palm in a hammer motion as if he'd figured something out.

"Oh I get it, you need material to help you act right? Okay okay, gotcha. I think I can help out. Come with me", and so Jericho was whisked off towards the ship. He didn't really answer to any of the questions, and it appears to Jericho again that Valerius has a different understanding of all this.

As they reached the ship, Valerius stood still with Jericho right next to him, staring at it blankly... The way he walked up to it and all indicated this was his, but...

"... This ship looks like shit...I-I mean... It's meant to, because... Mercenary life isn't... Glamorous. Yeah, rough and rugged", but wasn't it his ship? Well, to be fair, most of the decals were faded, it looked old as hell, and anyone who's done research into human military ships would know this is a one hundred year old model. It was annoying too how he was acting as if he was trying to appeal to a celebrity, turning to Jericho with a forced smile on his face.

"Ooh, there's Ana. Yooooo! Ana! I met this actor guy, can we keep him?", so what is Jericho now? A cat? Keep him? What? He should be saying that about the Furlyne next to Ana... Oh wait, they're already keeping him. Technically.

Just as the brunette Furlyne was complaining about the lack of supplies on board, the ship had landed on a space station. "Gotcha, I'll just be following you for the supplies then, lady. Need ta see for myself what we're gonna get for the ship." So the shorter male trailed right behind the female human, quietly as he did so and keeping to himself due to the number of foreign alien species that he had never seen before. Seeing as his race usually kept to themselves, he had yet to spot any of them at this seemingly peaceful place. Kidd slipped his hands in his bright orange jumpsuit's pockets as he paced quickly behind the taller lady, trying his best not to make eye contact with any other.

As the bug like being approached the female, the Furlyne boy was slightly alarmed and on edge until it was established that he [?] was of a friendly character and seemed to be acquainted with Ana, the name mentioned by the stranger in reference to the lady. He hadn't mean to eavesdrop but he heard the part about bar tending, as he thought to himself, 'This guy seems friendly enough I guess... But I woulda been horrified at first sight if I entered a bar and see the guy bar tending.' His thoughts were interrupted as Ana turned and asked him about his thoughts on the free supplies. Head raised up, as well as his gaze, from the ground to the Russian as Kidd replied, "That's awfully nice of ya, can't thank you enough. With the junk of a ship it is, we need all the gear we can get."

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Upon returning with a crate of supplies in his arms with the other mechanics helping them bring the rest of the supplies, Kidd sniffed the air when a scent of freshly brewed coffee was lingering around. 'Ah, I miss the good ol' days with the boss... He used ta make aromatic coffee like this all the time...' He smiled fondly at the memory with his eyes on the cafe, where the coffee scent seemed to be coming from. A faint sound of commotion was slightly heard from where they were, sounds of what resembled gun shots could be lightly heard as well but Kidd payed no heed to them, his mind too occupied with the thoughts of his late mentor.

As they neared where they had docked the ship, a familiar voice shouted at the taller female, "Yooooo! Ana! I met this actor guy, can we keep him?" Actor guy? The brunette boy turned his gaze towards the man who was referred to and made a skeptical expression. "Are ya sure he's an actor...? Those weapons he's holdin' and the splattered blood look awfully real, don'cha think? And stop treating him like a pet ya can own, are ya a 5 year old or somethin'?!"

"You believed they were real? Hah, of course, props these days are so amazing, and don't worry, it'll be fun. I don't think he minds either", he responded to the Furlyne as he walked towards the two, he still had his candy on hand, so while talking he was chewing and consuming the candy.

"Oh yeah, Ana, where do you think I can go to get a paint job for the ship? It suuuuuuucks... And it's old... But don't tell the guy I said that, actors you know, can be so picky", he inquired, pointing to Jericho when referred to. In fact at the moment he didn't really know his name...

"Oh right, what was your name?", he turned around and asked.

Anastasia walked and talked with Simeon as they strolled along the streets. She talked business with the man in the suit, and reminisced about old times. Valerius tried talking to her and she waved him off.

"Yeah yeah you few have fun I have some business to take care of. This is where we part ways cat."

Ana left him behind, still walking with Simeon. When they were out of earshot, Ana started talking seriously. "Listen Simeon I need you to do something for me. One last favor. I already know i'm gouging you out for all you're worth, but I need one last thing. I don't want that crew getting down in spirits or morale. I need them in tip top happy shape. So I have a small list of things I want for them in crates on the ship. Can you do that for me Simeon?"

Simeon's eyes rolled around for a second as he thought. "Yeah sure, I can help out. This list seems simple enough to get. Not too expensive either."

"One last thing. I need info. Very important info. It's regarding one of my crew 'members'. He seems to remember nothing and is looking for his family. I know you probably don't have any info on him from your database, but can you pull a few chains and get some researchers out there? A few assistants to help me out?"

No problem dear. An easy feat to accomplish. I will require assistance with other things every so often however. Also I need to show you one last thing. We found this bot. We have no idea who it belongs to. It's been here for around 100 years, and might be out of date. Would you like it? It's all yours. We'll load it onto your ship."

"Thanks." Ana said, turning back around. "One last thing. It's nice to see you again." She walked off back to the bar and sat down by herself, ordering a drink.