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[ a - locked to Erik and Winter ]

I think I've found something. You both might want to take a look at them too

[ b - action ]

[ Charles can mostly be found at the communication station, doing his work while learning the way the ship's machines work. Occasionally, he tries his hand at something different and lets the flow of information pass through him, teaching him new concepts.

His other usual haunt is the lab even though he lacks the augment for it. This time, instead of the plant samples, Charles is working on different metals, testing them against liquids and seeing how quickly they corrode or rust.

. . . Otherwise you can pass him by in his new floating chair as he grabs himself a cup of tea. ]

[Rather than ask questions over text, Erik simply traces Charles's chair, and heads to find him in the bridge.]

What is it?

[ Charles grimly holds up a tiny device. ]

I found this. I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not a part of my console.

[Erik comes closer, reaching out to take the device in his hand. He knows enough from being on the ships a while to realise it's a component of some kind.]

I can't say I know what it is either -- where was it?

I'm not sure. It was just next to the array, down below.

It might not be the only one of its kind either.

A.

[Renart isn't the most sociable person, having been spending most of her time in her room or in the air vents in her fox body. The ones that she can fit into, anyway. They're like a little maze, so mapping them out is a good way to waste time, and there's the bonus of the space vermin to hunt down. It isn't nearly the same as hunting on that handholding planet, but when they're in the middle of space she'll take what she can get. Vermin is better than protein paste, after all, and she'd much rather do this than dwell on things like being away from certain people she happens to be madly in love with.

One afternoon she'll be wiggling her way out of one of the vents in to the main corridor of the ship, one of those vermin in her jaws. It's clearly dead, and she shakes herself off with a huff. One downside to the vents, they aren't the cleanest things. Her poor fur feels like a mess.]

B.

[Eventually she makes her way to the armoury, still in her fox body. The new gun knowledge in her mind hasn't gone unnoticed, but even though she finds guns rather distasteful she wants to see what the point of it is. Once she's in there she's knocking one of the guns onto the floor, sniffing at it curiously. It doesn't smell like a typical gun to her, which isn't all that surprising. Advanced technology and all, it's probably some kind of weird laser blaster straight out of a sci-fi movie.

Some more times passes and there will be a couple of parts scattered on the floor. It seems she's managed to start taking it apart, though who knows whether that's deliberate given her current lack of hands and the fact that she's chewing on the damn thing.]

Edited 2016-08-08 13:26 (UTC)

[His life had seemed to have gone from one extreme to another within the last couple of months. He went from being constantly on his feet managing Finalizer and Starkiller while trying to finish a superweapon to dismantle a corrupt regime, handling working with Kylo Ren, and maintaining his standing in the First Order to suddenly having more free time than he had ever had in his entire life.

No demands, few interruptions. It was disorienting getting more than a few hours of rest each night.

To save what remained of his sanity he decided to stick to a somewhat regular routine if he could. Running on the treadmill in the cargo bay in the morning before breakfast, working on the weapon's system on the bridge until evening with his datapad.

If he thinks he's alone he'll even put on a saved HoloNet recordings from Coruscant of news reports from the New Republic or perhaps even classical Coruscanti music, if you're lucky, just so he could have some background noise while he worked or waited for the coffee to brew. He wasn't used to it being so quiet all the time.]

[It's the smell of coffee that draws Renart out of her room. Being more comfortable in her fox body, unfortunately, means that she doesn't exactly have the digits to operate any of the appliances in the kitchen, which so far has meant a severe lack of knowledge in the area of "food and beverages available on the ship" so the smell of coffee is both surprising and welcoming. She hasn't had it in over a year, so that's enough motivation to get her trotting down the main hallway, her claws clacking on the floor.

The music is a very nice touch too, even if she isn't familiar with the artist.

She stops directly behind Hux]

I hope you're making enough to share with the rest of the ship.

[ Charles only gives Hux a passing glance as he makes his way to his equipment. Winter and Erik had spoken to him about Hux and while Charles was curious, he had little interest in questioning the two people he trusted. The handlebars were placed lower for his needs. He starts by gripping the bars and pulling his body up. ]

[Giving the device another hard look, he passes it back to Charles and drops to his knees to get a look under the communications array.]

What do you think the likely reason is?

[ He hesitates. ]

I think - and I'm guessing - it might be a device to listen onto the communications.

No.

[Hux swiped his fingers across the surface of the datapad and the holo images froze, the sound going off before turning around to see who had entered the kitchen.

There was just a moment of confusion before he finally looked down at fox standing there, watching him. It wasn't an animal he was at all familiar with. Not the strangest thing he had encountered though.]

What might you be then?

I haven't met you before- I take it you are another of the crew here.

[Hux glanced over at Charles, making no move to help him. His tone and demeanor was more neutral than anything. He also didn't bother to introduce himself- at this point it seemed the Resistance had made the rounds to most everyone.]

A pleasure to meet you at last.

[Rude, Hux.]

A fox who would like a cup of coffee.

[She tilts her head, then lifts a paw to waggle it at him.]

It's hard to manage when I can't reach what passes for a coffee maker. And when I don't have fingers to operate it.

[She is also kinda lazy and hasn't really tried on her own.]

[He doesn't really do favors, sorry.]

A pity then.

[He turned to pour the coffee into the mug carefully. No cream or sugar as he preferred the sharp, bitter taste.

He glanced down at her again, curious.]

I've never heard of your species before. What planet or system are you from?

[She's turning her gaze to his cup, and is going to start stalking back and forth in the small kitchen.

Yeah, she looks like she's up to no good.]

You've never heard of a fox before? [Her voice is incredulous. What rock has he been living under?]

We're everywhere. We're pests. I personally am from Earth, though.

[He watches her carefully, he can recognize that pacing.]

I've only heard the term used in reference to a type of Republic frigate, not a species.

The galaxy is large though so it's plausible there could be a planet or system with creatures such as yourself but I've never heard of them before.

Then you've been missing out.

[Foxes are the best, even if she's acting sketchy at the moment.]

Where are you from?

So it seems.

[He raised his eyebrows at her question. It always takes him a moment to think about the answer to that question. He set the cup down on the counter so it could cool for a moment.]

I was born on a planet called Arkanis, in the Arkanis sector of the galaxy.

I've never heard of it. What was it like?

[She pauses to look over at him, actually kind of interested in his answer, though the coffee still hasn't left her mind.]

Other than the constant rain and thunder storms I honestly couldn't tell you. I was five years old when we left.

[He didn't consider any of this information personal in nature- it was all documented and a part of his official public record for any in the galaxy to access.]

[She makes a face at that.]

I don't like the rain. Wet fur is a hassle.

[A big one. And of course with that said she's suddenly launching herself at his coffee cup. It turns out she has absolutely no problems reaching the coffee maker, funny that. She latches onto the cup with her teeth and with a surprising amount of speed jumps off the counter.

Sending coffee everywhere.]

I'm Charles. I'm in charge of communications. I've heard of you, I'm afraid. Your reputation precedes you.

[ But Charles isn't one to let that kind of impression affect his manner, so he does smile genuinely. ]

I have no doubt about that, it seems everyone is aware of my record here. [He looked more amused by it more than anything.

He flicked his fingers across the surface of his datapad, bringing up more images as he glanced over at Charles once more.]

Communications? Do you work on the network for the ship or the entire fleet?

[By the time he understood what she was doing it was too late. He barely managed to step back but he was still splashed by some of the coffee.

His expression was dark when he looked up at her before he went to find something to wipe the liquid off his uniform.]

If that was an attempt to convince me to make coffee for you it was not well thought through, was it?

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