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Yellow Fire Bubbles
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((Due to his [charm]ing personality, Halaris has made two new Allies. These people can generally be counted as his entourage-within-the-entourage the Captain is dragging around, and they can be used as handlers, contacts, and teammates on any mission Hal's new trigger-happy boss sends him on.))
"Yeah, you should probably go," I say. "Be with you in a moment. I need to do some seductive sedition then doctor the cameras so my plans are not abated and I am not ablated. I understand such things happen when you get shot out of airlocks."
"I don't get you, Halaris," says Anka.
"Neither do I, half the time. Will you excuse us?"
"Nah," says Anka, grinning and staying put. "The Captain has me assigned to keep an eye on you until further notice, and you did just try to kill him or something." So be it, adversary. I have seduced through worse. It'll be good to have some people on my side on this deathtrap, and if said people are also delicious digitigrade Delter with dainty digits, all the better.
"Fine," I say. "But if you're going to take me back to that little tube in that broom closet I will protest, I promise."
"We actually haven't gotten the bigger tube out of storage yet," says Anka. "You're going to come help me set it up."
"In that tiny cabin? Thank you but no thank you," I say. "It's not exactly good for comfort, let alone company. I suppose I could bunk up with someone. We could share spooky ghost stories and make smores. Perhaps some lonesome lady might have room enough?"
"Sveti Ilija," mutters Anka, as Talia blushes violently.
"I have room," the Delter says quickly. "Uh, well there's an empty room right next to me, I mean, not my room, because my room is too fucking small, uh, but there's no one in it because Jared got transferred, and I can help set your bed thing up since I'm good with technology besides this fucking scanner thing which I'm probably going to end up blowing up as catharsis anyway, sooo..."
"You know what, maybe I will leave you two alone before my armor gets stained by freaky alien pheromones or something," says Anka. "You got five minutes' flirting time, then come find me and tell me where you want to bunk or I'm setting your weird alien bed thing next to the garbage compactors, Halaris." She stomps off down the hall, muttering, "Gonna have to follow you around with a rolled-up newspaper and a spray bottle, keep you from humping everyone's legs."
Talia and I are left alone sans third wheel, and she seems torn between wanting to say something and making a mad dash for the door.
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