Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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[depthundersands.livejournal.com]

What kind of greeting was that? Something about made her draw aback with obvious fury on her face.

"I am welcome where ever I go, child." Alia did not even bother to call her by her name. What an insolent child to address her so. "I do not need your blessing. This is my galaxy." And that she brushed passed the girl, and walked away, her head held high.

And deep inside a voice chuckled lovingly in her ear.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"It was not my blessing I gave, only welcome when there is little to be had. We are far from the sands of Arrakis. St. Alia of the Knife, sister to Paul Muad'dib, I know your face even as you would forget mine, this too, a rare thing," Arha said, letting her voice carry after the woman. This was not to be an easy thing, then. Perhaps Sheeana might have better luck where Arha had apparently failed. Poor word choice, no doubt. One could not be perfect, after all.

She dropped her hands, but stood there, watching Alia float away. It would not be the first time she had been rebuffed, nor would to be the last, for she was a faceless Fremen, and lost to time itself. No one remembered the silent healer but the sands of Arrakis and the Seitch that would, eventually, share her water.

But Alia would have her welcome anyway, whether she wished it or not, and Arha wished it fiercely.