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Iammelon wrote:

Captain Sysglow saw the wisdom in looking into already existing concepts that suited what she had said. After all, no reason to start from nothing if some of the work had already been done, even if it was only in the theory stage. Few resources, little time to workshop new ideas. So she nodded, "A reasonable idea. I am sure there is a concept around there somewhere. My idea is after all hardly a novel one, I wouldn't doubt one of your own researchers having come up with a similar idea and working out a design, at least a theoretical one. I would certainly recommend looking into it if such a theoretical design does exist, I believe it would greatly help the situation of your fleet in the long run."

Walking along, Sysglow did notice that relative scrawniness. The small stature did likely help in some engineering work, and Sysglow had to wonder if that was intentional. These people had quite the variation of size, from the smaller Gallek to the towering Fraph. Perhaps they bred the sizes for purpose, larger warriors and smaller, more flexible engineers. Still, the information was interesting, "Interesting. Your people did seem normally rather decentralized, but it seems this Valkyrie has quite the trust to be in charge of such an important role. And thank you for explaining I was about to ask. And as for my tongue, we would call that a cyborg. My people have... a more mixed relationship with cyborgs. Some of the members of our fleet are cyborgs, maybe you'll even meet one, but they don't really have any special status. Usually they get the machine bits to make up for physical deformities or injuries, like a malformed foot or a crippled arm. We have some mixed relations with cyborgs in general however because back in our homeland of Iammelon, we interacted with a group of people who were quite into implants and cybernetic augmentation, a bit too much so. They were called Cyboar, and they were not pleasant people. But if your splicers retain their humanity so to say, I am sure there will be no problems."

Sysglow then quite happily moved to get into the open cockpit, settling herself in. The Ialao gazed around at the controls, trying to familiarize herself with the layout. She looked down at the sticks, she doubted she would need the weapons for this demonstration flight but it was good to know just in case. She looked back to Gallek and nodded, "Got it. Seems the top two will be the most important for this. So, how do I take off in this? Just start moving forward?"

Maltoi's smile remained strong, as he found the fidgeting four arms to be quite cute in how giddy she got from that. He nodded, "You're quite welcome. And nah, just appreciating good work. But I suppose it is nice to get some appreciation now and then, eh?" The Taurus was sure she wasn't imagining the Dragon in quite an accurate light, although to him that made it more funny. He did give another nod however, "They do indeed have a lot going for them, but being so naturally strong does make them arrogant and at times, fairly stupid. And great! I find it important to get calls from friends from time to time. Shows that folks care, you know? I'll definitely give you a call at a time when we're both off duty." He didn't conceal the giant smile on his face, showing that this was the outcome he of course had wanted.

Ilox meanwhile looked to Mithra, before then looking back to Maltoi and Fraph. She simply gave a nod to the Baroness, "It's fine with me. I can trust Maltoi to act properly on his own. Alright then, Mithra, you have your moment." With that, she nodded to him, indicating that he could lead her off somewhere, leaving the Taurus and Baroness to their own devices.

For his part, Maltoi gave Mithra a grin and a nod. The Taurus was aware of what was happening, and wanted to show Mithra he appreciated it. Of course, he knew, now it was his time to keep up his own end of the bargain and not mess this up. He looked back to Fraph, "So, Baroness, I am curious about something. Seems you and Mithra there are related. Is military service a tradition in your family or house? Got even more relatives working here in the defensive parts of the fleet?"

Gallek helped Sysglow understand the rather alien controls after she got in, showing her which buttons to what and whatnot as he got to digesting all she told him. Her people and the other aliens with her had a shaky history with these 'cyborg' things that are like their Splicers. Things seemed especially tense with this 'Cyboar' group. It reminded him of the old days, malicious groups of augmented civilians going around causing trouble for good folks just trying to get by... The military clans within the former House's were more... Severe with their punishments back then. Getting rid of whole vessels the insurgents take over to cement the idea that trying to strong arm them is a fools task. But even as it got toned down, augmentation was still a thing... He didn't have any because he was too poor to afford anything legit and knew that getting Black Market augments was basically a death sentence.

"Hoomanety? Gallek not know that that is but Splicers not crazy if that's what the Sysglow means. Though... It is not just the Splicers that have augments. Years ago, once religious barriers loosened, anyone could get cybernetics to improve their lot in life. Gallek never made enough to get any, amongst a small group of civvies that not have any. Military limits implantation usage too, prevents making it seem like its acceptable to have excessive implantations." He says as he leans against the rim of the open cockpit as she got used to the controls. "Still have independent groups with military grade implants around, know a guy like that, decent person who is clanless like me. But they have major clans breathing down their neck to make sure they don't go down Insurgent roads. Keep them on straight and narrow... Still get crazies that get too many Black market implants once in awhile but few and far between."

With his explanation done he wonders briefly what he should do for her now. Mithra told him that she was in his care so he'll have to show around. Sysglow could almost see his thought process at work as he looked into the fighters pilot area, the space behind her seat and then to see if any other fighters were available nearby and then he though about the need for that Fighter if a attack were to happen. The space behind the chair was large enough for someone to squeeze behind, someone of Gallek's size could fit comfortably but he considered that she may not want him talking and shifting around behind her. So he leaned over to point at a sequence of 3 switched and the order to flip them before he nods "Lift controls up and push in to move forward. Same in reverse, pull back to slow down and to reverse. Limited though." He says as he hops down and gets into a nearby Schooner that was currently vacant, waiting to follow her out.

Now with Mithra, he started to lead the good Commander out of the hanger and into a corridor that connected to several maintenance routes and bays and then to a platform with a sort of tram system that connected to multiple places on the ship, it looks like the interior was heavily altered though. "We once had a gravity lift system that let us get from floor to floor. But we stopped using those after some accidents occurred while we moving through the Ether ways. It was a messy issue that we had to hastily fix, ground to ship ones are fine thankfully... But those are more controlled." He says as he steps inside the box tram, with a holographic display showing the different sections of the ship they could go to. He the clicks on a section near the top of the ship, since their written language was still new to Ilox and the Confederacy she can only assume that he picked the bridge. "Thank you for agreeing to come along with me. I'm glad we are of the same mind in this delicate situation... I'm not in the habit of hooking up family with strangers I just met."

He sits down on one of the trams larger cushioned seats, it all set up with seats up against the walls with a line of hand rails to hold on in the middle. "But I'm willing to take that risk since you and your people seem trustworthy. Plus if this works, both of our peoples stand to gain alot in this... Unity and a chance to open doors faster. I'm sure you can see what we stand to gain from my aunt and your subordinate 'hitting it off' as you Nebula folk put it."

Back in the hanger, Fraph was left with Maltoi outside of the craft he came in on. Fraph's timid nature was fighting with her active curiosity of these Dragon people and their arrogance before a light smile crossed her face, just visible behind her rebreather as he told her that he found it important to keep in contact. It made her feel nervous already, they haven't even parted ways and she was already worried about whether he will contact her when he has free time or not.

Though watching his nephew and the Commander leave, with just the two of them their now with everyone else minding their own business, she couldn't shake the feeling of this nervous fluttering in her chest. Her hands continuing to fidget before she perked up with his question. Her mind being brought away from their being alone together as she thought on how best to answer his question. "You aren't far off actually. Our Clan, the Graphis Clan, has a long tradition of military service that date back generations. Not just defence forces but combat pilots, mech pilots and frontline forces. You could say it's in our blood to serve the greater good of our fleet. There are people who go into other professions though. I have afew nieces and an aunt of my own that are medical staff and teacher. W-What... What about you?" She says as she to him, not seeming to get over the fact that he was practically eye to eye with her.