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Waiting on an elevator... it was vaguely calming to the nerves, in that it was very, very familiar. Izual remembered his life as a Plebeian, on a starship with a largely Patrician crew. It hadn't agreed with him, really, and yet he'd survived, thrived, and risen through the loose ranks of Elysia's military anyway.

"Ah, the Elysia of today is not where I was born. Indeed, I would go so far as to say most Elysians alive today were born on Geshrintall... what is now called Yamatai... whether they're old enough to remember or not." Izual shook his head slowly. "Elysia Novus is beautiful, especially the city of Empyrean. But it is simply a reservation, a place of exile for a beaten people too prideful to make amends for the past. We are not creatures of war, much as the Senators wish it were otherwise."

Izual paused. "I can teach you whatever you'd wish to know about Elysia. The language, the poetry. The customs. The social contract. The history. It is not a happy story, but the past need not be to have valuable lessons."

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Argh. I do not know the niceties of bio-science! Algol constrained to his mind, frowning a little as he thought to explain the concept to Specs. Surely, she had some familiarity of symbiosis. He probably would have used some wise koan or cant to explain the notion, but he honestly drew blanks. He wasn't a wise or learned man, and had little use for anything more than the earthly knowledge one gains from the harsh places of the world.

He bit his lip and patted the gauntlet-like armor that covered the top of the hand and forearm. He remembered something of the symbioticist's explanations, but he didn't remember any particular words. "This arm was grown in... Kuyuni flesh vats... great vials of false blood that can be coagulated to form flesh that can be bonded to my own. My people have mastered the life sciences to the degree where we may created weapons made of flesh."

"The nerves are connected, and it draws strength from my body in order to live." He held his palm out near Specs' face and tightened his hand into a fist swiftly, showing the tensing of artificial muscles beneath the ripple of oddly shiny skin. "It is alive, and separate. But I am joined to it, as it is joined to me."

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Izual got lost in thoughts for a while. He also looked a little sad as far as Chrys could tell. "Actualy, I speak Elysian," she said to her newly-found winged friend. "My mother teched me before she died." Chrys explained.

She theny stayed quite for few moments. "But I would really like to hear about history, well maybe even the poetry coul be interesting. learning about customs would be great too, but I have to warn you. I probably won't start behave by them. I think I am too Nepleslian fot that. And about valuable lessons. Well I think I learned few of them myself. You can learn a lot from past, but also you shouldn't dwell on it too much." After her monolog she looked at her companion. She should probably give him some space to speak too.

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Specs nodded, seemingly entranced. She still preferred the regular mechanical machines over this biological machine, if it really should be called that. But, it was man-made and used to make whatever job easier, just as cybernetics did.

The Freespacer brought up her own cybernetic hand and, in a way, compared the two machines. The little tools built into her hand appeared from the tip of each of her fingers briefly before retracting back in. Really the two shouldn't have been compared anyway. One was, quite clearly, a weapon and made of living flesh. The other was meant for fixing things, not destroying them. And, it was metal.

An odd smile crossed Specs' lips. "We should get going."

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Izual gave her a rather amused look.

"Your mother may have taught you the words, nonnessa, but Seraphim is a language of poetry and customs. It is rather difficult to know the one without the other." The amusement faded, into an easy sort of grin. "There is one eternal lesson to be learned from Elysia's history, only one of any import. A people of God should not be a people of war. But, I will save those lectures for another time. I would prefer to familiarize myself with the vessel that is to be my home... before I deign to treat it as such."

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"Roger that," said Chrys adn smiled back. Great he is a phylosopher. Well he is in for one hell of a surprise. Still Chrys wanted to learn about Elysia, history adn such. She can suffer through some boring poetry readings. Also language is a language. You don't need to read few poems to speak language.

With that in mind CHrys went on her way leading Izual where rooms are. "Here pick one, there should be still a lots of empty ones," said Chrys. "I am going to check cockpit." With that she waved to him and went to cockpit. She wanted to spek with the dwarf. Say hello and such. But he wasn't there. It looked like ship flew on auto-pilot.

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Louis was fast asleep. His head was face-down on the pillows in the bunk he had taken, and snoring like a chainsaw. He rolled and then, finally, plummeted onto the floor. The jarring impact of face to metal sent a shockwave down the red-headed assassin's spine and jolted him awake, defensive instincts kicking in immediately. The speed-holsters on his arms released his two survival knives into his hands, which he held in a reverse grip, as he began turning and craning his neck, searching for enemies.

Finally, the assassin relaxed. "It was nae anythin' but a clumsy fall, Louis," he said to himself, sliding the survival knives back into their spring-loaded holsters, "ye just need ta get a good drink an' head up ta the bridge, ye ken?" Louis finally decided to leave. He made his way over to the lift and punched the up button, headed to the bridge.

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Bridge was empty, which was a little weird. WIth one glance at piloting station Chrys could see that auto-pilot is set on. Well at least some good news. Truth is that piloc can't be sitting here all the time. That makes a sense. But at least someone should be here.

Not that I have a lot to do right now. Said Chrys to herself and sit on chair by secondary station. Station monitored navigation, communication and sensors. Out of that only thing Chrys undesrtood was communication. Either way she wasn't stupid enough to touch any of the consoles on the bridge.

After some time when Chrys was singing for herself so she won't die of boredom door opened and Louis went in. "Oh hello," said Chrys as she stopped singing.

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"Yeah." Algol agreed, patting his growling stomach roughly in an attempt to keep it from being any noisier. Although he had eaten only a few hours ago, it was that much worse for him because of his artificial components. As they were not powered by external sources, they fed off what he ate and processed their waste through his body, and at times when he didn't eat very much, it often felt like they were eating his body and processing their waste through his brain.

He frowned and bit his upper lip, raking his incisors across the flesh that lined the upper opening of his mouth. "Would you know where the... ship has... stores of food?"

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"Food? Uh, well, I would think it would either be in the cargo bay, which we just left, or they would be in the kitchen. Beyond that, I have no idea!" Specs replied to Algol, still giving a smile that contrasted with the Iroma's frown.

"Actually, where were we supposed to be headed anyway?"