Ismaopate Berthing
Murr joined the que to load aboard on the flitters that would take her to Administration buildings of the base. She stood there looking around, hoping to see some of those she had gotten to know through her encounters with them. So far the two passengers they had picked up were whisked off to unknown parts of the base.
When it came her turn, she stepped aboard the flitter and took her seat next to the window to let others to have the isle seat. The noise rose as more passengers boarded and found their seats. She relaxed as a few nodded to her with a wink at recognizing her through her past actions and her uniqueness. Ears wilted when a few made hand motions of something exploding, even though she smiled in return to the individual.
Soon the flitter was loaded and took off to the next stop on its route, flying between the ships that were there to other stops as passengers got off and those boarding. It finally came her turn and she left the flitter, giving the operator a smile and nod as she departed.
Administrative Buildings
Murr moved with purpose to the Communication Center and sighed at seeing the lines there. Crew patches were proudly displayed to show who was with what ship. It was quite a gathering of spacers and base personnel. Each sizing the others up as they held conversations with fellow crew or making new friends from other ships.
She knew eventually someone would want to talk to her, she activated her wrist computer and typed in commands. She smiled, showing some of her teeth.
"Hi! Oh My Siamaka! I heard about your ship. My uncle served aboard that ship!" The Touro spoke excited "What's it like? Still in the thick of things?"
Murr rapidly typed her message and hit enter. A speech balloon appeared above her head with it message.
:: Yes Yome Ismaopate still in the thick of things. We're in port for repairs and restocking. We work hard to get the mission done. ::
Everyone that noticed the slowly rotating holographic speech balloon and message, stared wide eyed, or laughed softly at the antics of Murr.
The conversations flowed around her as she joined in with her speech balloon messaging, typing fast and furious to answer questions the best she knew how. Somehow the word gotten out about the new Dahomes and Ismaopate was one of the first ships to get them.
Murr eyes twinkled merrily as she showed a holo-vid of them. But she had to refrain from showing her encounter where her Dahome was ruined.
When others asked why she didn't speak, she message/replied with :: Under the Oath of Silence by Intelligence :: Well it was part truth by omission of the facts. Others nodded sagely and didn't press the subject much to her relief. She was enjoying the unbiased comradely of others around her as the line ahead of her slowly shortened till it was her turn.