Kai
Retired Staff
Pisces station, as usual, was a bustle of activity. From the day to day activities of those who ran businesses on the station, to the lives of those who lived and worked here, even the varied activities of the large number of Star Army personnel. All of it added up to a lot of movement and noise. People of all shapes and sizes, all races and castes, wandered to and fro, creating a thrumming hum of life that couldn't be matched by planetary cities. It was this environment, that the newest members of the Fifth fleet suddenly found themselves. Dumped somewhat unceremoniously out the backs of the shuttles which had brought them here, they were left to their own devices as the shuttles went about their way, busy days requiring a swift change from one task to the next.
Left alone, with little direction aside from datapads or communicators, the recruits and new transfers had to fend for themselves to get to their new assignments. They found themselves, like most new arrivals, in one of the large corridors that lead from the hangars and shuttle bays to the other portions of the ship. They were like some strange mixture of airport terminals and giant strip malls, with all sorts of shops, stores, restaurants, and other businesses lining the walls, all trying to sell their goods or services.
One of the most immediately noticeable, however, was a small coffee shop, which had fenced off a portion of the corridor for its use, and set up tables and chairs, allowing customers to sit, relax, and enjoy a cup of Coffee, tea, or whatever else they might desire at the moment. A number of patrons were present, many civilians, although, there were three individuals in Star Army uniforms, sharing a table; a rather tall, thin man, a rather tall, thin woman, and a rather small, thin Mini-neko.
Not far off from the small cafe was a tall winged man idling in the center the crowd. This Elysian carried a large duffle bag in front of him and an energetic smile on his face. Zosimos Zoroaster, Zozo they called him, had been there for a while somewhat lost both in place and in mind. He had just finished his medical training before receiving orders to transfer over to Pisces station and was excited to do his part. This was his chance to make right with the worlds as he strived for a near impossible dream. A dream that one day all this vile hating and fighting would end throughout the galaxy. Though he was now a more peaceful man then before, it was still true that he was also a soldier. He understood that while he hoped for peace and love, there will come times where he must defend himself and his allies.
Looking down at his datapad once more, he recalled being told to wait near a coffee shop. Perhaps this one was the one, he would think, looking back up towards the shop. The Elysian soldier stuffed his datapad into his bag and nearly skipped as he made way to the shop. Sitting down at a lone table, he ordered something chilled to drink. While waiting for his drink, the man pulled a small object from his pocket. It was a worn medical strip that had been given to him by a bubbly Nekovalkyrjan that taught him the value of kindness and acceptance.
As Zosimos' drink was brought to him, he could hear the three Star Army personnel chatting. From where he was sitting, he could see that two were NCO's, and the third was an enlisted like he was, but of higher rank, still. what he would hear was mostly nothing of consequence, the three simply idling away their free time as they had nothing better to do at the moment.
The small Mini-Nekovalkyrja sat atop the table, using an upturned coffee cup as her seat, with yet another coffee cup and small dish as a table. She was scarcely eight inches, which made the hot chocolate chip cookie she broke 'large handfuls' off of seem gigantic in proportion to her. This dark haired Neko steadily ate away at it, piece by piece however, and even had her own little 'glass' of milk, formed out of a single-serving plastic container of half-and-half, emptied of its contents and filled with the cold beverage. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the Elysian.
"Yet another roasting bird in our uniform," she flatly spoke, voicing her observation to the others in her company. Paying him no more attention, she went back to eating her deliciously warm cookie. This one, was anything but warm it seemed.
Out of the group of three, Zozo's attention lingered on the smallest. The way she had her own personal "table" was simply the cutest thing he had ever seen, perhaps even cuter then those engineered pets. He couldn't help but smile warmly at her after chuckling lightly.
The tall man shook his head, expression remaining much the same. "Now, now, Sif. We can't judge their character until we know them. for now, he is a fellow soldier, and we should respect that he has chosen to wear the same uniform." The man grabbed the opposite end of one of Sif's cookies and broke half of it off, munching thoughtfully on the thing, apparently done with that turn of the conversation.
The other woman, however, decided to look over at Zosimos and give him a grin "Don't mind them two, old salts, they are, a bit dreary at times. Name's April. And yours?" the grinning woman held out a hand for Zosimos to shake, in greeting. She spoke with a heavy accent, one the Elysian couldn't exactly place- it was a bit slower than most he'd known, but quite warm and welcoming.
"Nothing to mind at all, Miss April." Zozo grinned back, taking her hand before continuing. "Zoroaster Zosimos, but if you wish, you may call me Zozo." Honestly, he really didn't mind at all that he had been discriminated against. He understood where they came from. After all, their people had been at war once. "If you don't mind me asking... where are you from?" he asked, partly curious about her accent and partly to change the subject away from racial slander.
April grinned at the question, chuckling nervously. "Well, it's kinda a secret. Just know I ain't from around these parts, that's fer certain." She leaned back in her chair, taking a cup of coffee from the table and sipping it, before continuing. "I've lived here fer quite a while though, so I'm just as local as most'a the Neko are, anywhow." Whether she was referring to the station, or Yamatai in general was left unanswered.
Left alone, with little direction aside from datapads or communicators, the recruits and new transfers had to fend for themselves to get to their new assignments. They found themselves, like most new arrivals, in one of the large corridors that lead from the hangars and shuttle bays to the other portions of the ship. They were like some strange mixture of airport terminals and giant strip malls, with all sorts of shops, stores, restaurants, and other businesses lining the walls, all trying to sell their goods or services.
One of the most immediately noticeable, however, was a small coffee shop, which had fenced off a portion of the corridor for its use, and set up tables and chairs, allowing customers to sit, relax, and enjoy a cup of Coffee, tea, or whatever else they might desire at the moment. A number of patrons were present, many civilians, although, there were three individuals in Star Army uniforms, sharing a table; a rather tall, thin man, a rather tall, thin woman, and a rather small, thin Mini-neko.
Not far off from the small cafe was a tall winged man idling in the center the crowd. This Elysian carried a large duffle bag in front of him and an energetic smile on his face. Zosimos Zoroaster, Zozo they called him, had been there for a while somewhat lost both in place and in mind. He had just finished his medical training before receiving orders to transfer over to Pisces station and was excited to do his part. This was his chance to make right with the worlds as he strived for a near impossible dream. A dream that one day all this vile hating and fighting would end throughout the galaxy. Though he was now a more peaceful man then before, it was still true that he was also a soldier. He understood that while he hoped for peace and love, there will come times where he must defend himself and his allies.
Looking down at his datapad once more, he recalled being told to wait near a coffee shop. Perhaps this one was the one, he would think, looking back up towards the shop. The Elysian soldier stuffed his datapad into his bag and nearly skipped as he made way to the shop. Sitting down at a lone table, he ordered something chilled to drink. While waiting for his drink, the man pulled a small object from his pocket. It was a worn medical strip that had been given to him by a bubbly Nekovalkyrjan that taught him the value of kindness and acceptance.
As Zosimos' drink was brought to him, he could hear the three Star Army personnel chatting. From where he was sitting, he could see that two were NCO's, and the third was an enlisted like he was, but of higher rank, still. what he would hear was mostly nothing of consequence, the three simply idling away their free time as they had nothing better to do at the moment.
The small Mini-Nekovalkyrja sat atop the table, using an upturned coffee cup as her seat, with yet another coffee cup and small dish as a table. She was scarcely eight inches, which made the hot chocolate chip cookie she broke 'large handfuls' off of seem gigantic in proportion to her. This dark haired Neko steadily ate away at it, piece by piece however, and even had her own little 'glass' of milk, formed out of a single-serving plastic container of half-and-half, emptied of its contents and filled with the cold beverage. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the Elysian.
"Yet another roasting bird in our uniform," she flatly spoke, voicing her observation to the others in her company. Paying him no more attention, she went back to eating her deliciously warm cookie. This one, was anything but warm it seemed.
Out of the group of three, Zozo's attention lingered on the smallest. The way she had her own personal "table" was simply the cutest thing he had ever seen, perhaps even cuter then those engineered pets. He couldn't help but smile warmly at her after chuckling lightly.
The tall man shook his head, expression remaining much the same. "Now, now, Sif. We can't judge their character until we know them. for now, he is a fellow soldier, and we should respect that he has chosen to wear the same uniform." The man grabbed the opposite end of one of Sif's cookies and broke half of it off, munching thoughtfully on the thing, apparently done with that turn of the conversation.
The other woman, however, decided to look over at Zosimos and give him a grin "Don't mind them two, old salts, they are, a bit dreary at times. Name's April. And yours?" the grinning woman held out a hand for Zosimos to shake, in greeting. She spoke with a heavy accent, one the Elysian couldn't exactly place- it was a bit slower than most he'd known, but quite warm and welcoming.
"Nothing to mind at all, Miss April." Zozo grinned back, taking her hand before continuing. "Zoroaster Zosimos, but if you wish, you may call me Zozo." Honestly, he really didn't mind at all that he had been discriminated against. He understood where they came from. After all, their people had been at war once. "If you don't mind me asking... where are you from?" he asked, partly curious about her accent and partly to change the subject away from racial slander.
April grinned at the question, chuckling nervously. "Well, it's kinda a secret. Just know I ain't from around these parts, that's fer certain." She leaned back in her chair, taking a cup of coffee from the table and sipping it, before continuing. "I've lived here fer quite a while though, so I'm just as local as most'a the Neko are, anywhow." Whether she was referring to the station, or Yamatai in general was left unanswered.
