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The few times that Kang had gone to the Sensoriums and imagined up bits of home, he'd been careful to limit the appearances of anyone he was particularly close to. So far, only Granak and Riel had shown up; the only people he'd expressly banned were his mate and hatchlings. He'd felt that it would be too uncomfortable, too... depressing, seeing them. Nothing could compare to the real thing, after all.

He was in a strange mood that day, though, feeling more homesick than usual. So, after a bit of an internal struggle, he'd made his way to the Sensoriums and recreated a sizable portion of Teyr. He knew the doors didn't lock, and he wanted to lessen the chances of anyone showing up. Throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one else was there, he left the busy main road and turned down a side street, taking the back way to his own home. The many draconians going about their daily lives would help obscure things, too.

Even though he'd already made the decision, the bozak still hesitated at the door before taking a deep breath and opening it. Almost immediately, four hatchlings, scales shining a bright, metallic bronze, horns no more than nubs on the sides of their heads, and stubby little wings buzzing excitedly, swarmed towards him. Their mother followed much more calmly, her own scales not much darker, "It's about time you came home."

Kang felt himself relax almost immediately, allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy as his children attached themselves to his legs and tail. It couldn't hurt to do it just for a while, right?

"I can't stay for long. You know that." They spoke in Nerakese, Stacy's systems unable to completely hide the harsh sounds of the actual words in the background of the translation.

Fonrar knelt down and picked up one of the children, wings rustling slightly. "Yes, I do. It's okay."

He couldn't help a glance around, soaking in the familiarity. His home was (obviously) very medieval in design, sizable, and the furniture was well-crafted, made of wood and stone. There was a shelf above a simple brick fireplace built into one wall with a few carved wooden figurines on it; a small bookcase nearby held a handful of leather-bound books and scrolls. The doorway to a side room was open, and a very large bed covered with furs was visible, as well as a smaller one built much like a nest.

He smiled, and carefully moved to the furs in the middle of the main room, sitting down. The remaining three younglings crawled up on him, competing for the much-desired spot on his shoulders; they loved being up high. The fourth squeaked, reaching arms out towards him and struggling in her mother's arms. Shaking her head, Fonrar sat down next to him and let her join her siblings, "Rough day?"

"No more rough than usual," Kang shrugged and grinned, mindful of Brevo on his shoulders. One of the females yanked on his tail, pulling him down, and claimed his spot with a triumphant hiss. Growling, the little male returned the favor, and the pair ended up brawling, only to be pulled apart moments later by their parents. "Yana, Brevo, no."

"I don't think those two will ever manage to get along for more than ten minutes," Fonrar sighed, watching as the other male took the desired spot. Kali made a disappointed sound, but contented herself with staying in Kang's lap. "At least they don't all get into petty fights at the drop of a silver."

Laughing, Kang leaned over and brushed his chin against the top of his mate's snout, "I'm sure it's just a phase. They're only a month old, after all."

A snort. "I bet you said that about Hanra and Shanra, and they still bicker all the damn time as adults. I don't know how Slith can stand it."

"...point. Let's hope it's just a phase, then."

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"Yeah, human vocal chords aren't really built for that." Claws in her chest region were not something she was a fan of. She grabbed both of the hatchling's hands in one of hers and then scooped him up and put him back on the floor. The one playing with her hair was fine as long as she didn't yank, and the other one just appeared fascinated with her uniform so she guessed that was okay.

Brevo promptly began crawling back into her lap, going straight for her chest again. "You better cut that out before you get older, you'll get in a heap of trouble," Trudy grumbled. She tried to pick him up and put him on the floor again but he had apparently learned from the first time and grabbed onto her jacket, refusing to be moved. "Chico, tu eres un mejor problema. I feel sorry for your parents."

Kang shrugged, "Or you can do that. If they get too out of hand, just let us know." He glanced over at Fonrar with a sigh. Hopefully Brevo's fascination with that part of Trudy's body wasn't an indicator of anything in the future, and just innocent curiosity.

That seemed to be the case as Yana's attention shifted to her chest as well. This time it was Fonrar that growled, in Nerakese, "No. Don't touch."

Trudy was getting a more than a little tired of the kids' shenanigans, even though she knew it was no more than youthful curiosity. She stood up, spilling them off her lap and out of the chair. "They can't fly yet, can they?" she asked. The hatchlings still milled around her feet, investigating and bumping into her legs.

"Your kids are pretty rambunctious, they must wear you out."

"...we can't fly, Trudy," Kang laughed, leaning forward and scooping up another of the hatchlings, and settling her with her sister. "Thank the lost gods, or they'd probably be getting into even more trouble than they already do."

Fonrar nabbed the other two, "I don't think either of us have gotten a full night's sleep since they hatched. Well, he probably has, but not me." An unspoken lucky bastard was in there.

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Trudy made a face. "I knew that. You've told me that before. Where is my brain going?"

Now that the hatchlings were safely in their parents' custody, Trudy sat back down with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Some days I think I'm just going to combust from the stress."

Kang ignored the protests of the hatchling in his lap, preventing her from escaping, "Rogue Squadron? I wish I could tell you it gets easier, but it doesn't. You find ways to deal with the stress, though."

"It's not the Rogues," Trudy said. "The Rogues are great. I was happy when they were the only people I commanded. They're great people and good pilots. Blade, on the other hand, is full of ridiculous teenagers with hero complexes." Trudy rolled her eyes. "And Skull is undermanned but there's not much I can do about that."

"...those are the ones that get cocky and end up dying because of stupid mistakes," Kang snorted. "How many of them have seen real battle?"

Fonrar hissed at the two she'd grabbed when they tried to squirm out of her grasp, "Pilots?"

"All of them, apparently," Trudy said. "They've all seen action, which is a weight off my shoulders. I don't have to worry about them pulling some kind of freak out the first time someone shoots at them."

She was immensely grateful to the pair for corralling their children, honestly. To Fonrar, she said, "We're soldiers, we just fly."

"Take what you can get, I suppose. Hopefully they'll learn to behave themselves without you having to pull something on them," Kang shrugged, grinning at an old memory.

"...oh, flying machines. I remember now." Fonrar nodded.

Trudy made some kind of agreeing noise, tapping her thumb on the arm of the chair. "I'm less concerned about Blade Squadron than I say," she said. "Captain Yamato is a good kid and he'll keep them in line. I'm more concerned about where the rumors are coming from."

Not that she wasn't used to them, she just... really didn't want to deal with it on Stacy.

Fonrar frowned, "Rumors?"

Kang rolled his eyes, "Remember what I told you about how the other races tend to view females in the military?" She snorted, clearly not amused.

"I've heard them, too, but like you, I don't know the source. Just ignore them; you know you got to where you are honestly, and so does anybody with any sense."

Trudy snorted. "It's not like I haven't heard it all before," she said. "It would be nice to think that the people on Stacy would be a little more enlightened but I should have known better." She rolled her eyes. "Jeez, you sleep with one guy within Command and all of the sudden everyone assumes you can't fly a ship worth a damn."

She probably should have thought about it more before jumping into bed with Michael in the first place, but it had been a really shitty day. "Hell, I'd love to serve with you people," she said to Fonrar. "Seems like you've got your heads screwed on straight at least."

"It's none of their damn business as long as you can still do your job," Kang shifted the hatchlings in his lap.

"We've got the advantage of there only being twenty adult females so far, and having fought alongside the males once already. There wouldn't be any guarantees that you wouldn't be harassed, either, being a human female," Fonrar pointed out.

Trudy shrugged - of course it was none of their business, but that wouldn't stop them from gossiping.

"You know, from the way Kang acts I would have thought your species didn't dig human women," she said. "I thought the sideways looks I was getting were because of the distinct lack of scales."

Kang's wings rustled slightly, "I don't. Never really saw the attraction. A number of the other males, though... remember, we didn't have any females of our own for forty years. There's also a reason most of Krynn isn't exactly fond of us."

"From what I know of humans, I'm not surprised you get looks," Fonrar said, taking a closer look at Trudy. "I hope no one bothered you here."

"No, no bother," Trudy said. "I'm sure part of that was being escorted through town and not wandering around on my own - but I'll watch myself on the way out."

Being accosted by draconians was not very high on the list of things she wanted to do today, even if they were simulated.

"There's a handful of humans and other races here, typically traders. I've made the laws regarding that sort of shit quite clear, but I'm glad that it was Slith that escorted you. He wouldn't have hesitated to bash a few heads in," Kang snorted. "Not that I don't think you can't take care of yourself, Trudy."

Trudy leaned back in the chair with a wry smile. "I don't go toe-to-toe with Na'vi," she said. "You guys may not have as many feet on me but I don't like my chances in a fist fight."

What she didn't say was that if someone tried to get too friendly and a punch to the snout didn't look like it would deter them, she'd teach them what a rifle was. Painfully. She didn't say it because Kang knew her well enough to know that.

"I like this woman," Fonrar commented, hissing at the hatchlings when they tried to escape her grasp again. Sighing, she stood up and expertly snatched the other two into her arms to join their siblings. "Dammit, they're not going to calm down until I feed them or she's gone. I'll be back soon."

Kang chuckled, leaning back on his hands, "Sorry. Make sure you close the door behind you."

She snorted, heading into the other room, "I'm not stupid, Kang."

There was silence for a moment before he spoke again. "...this is the first I've done this on the ship."

If Kang had been human - or a tactile person in general - she might have given him a hug. "You've been here long enough," she said. "There has to be a breaking point. I haven't pulled up my family but that's because I fully expected never to see them again after I shipped out. You're different. You have kids."

Her gaze moved over to where Fonrar had disappeared further into the house with the children, and she grinned. "Kids I wouldn't want to babysit, either."

Even though there was no reason for Kang to be sitting on the floor anymore, he didn't move to one of the chairs. He ducked his head slighly, smiling fondly, "Little troublemakers, all four of them. And you know how incredibly lucky we were to have even gotten the chance to have them in the first place. I don't plan on making a habit out of it; I know there are some that would think it strange."

"Man, screw those people," Trudy said. "You come here as often as you need to. It's your family and you miss them. Anyone tries to mess with you about it and I'll punch their face in."

She was serious, too. She knew there were people on the ship who were just looking for excuses to be assholes, but giving someone grief about their coping mechanisms was beyond the pale.

Kang blinked, and then he began to laugh, hard enough that his wingtips shook. "I believe you, too. I'd hate to get on your bad side." This was one of the reasons he liked Trudy enough to consider her as a friend; she didn't put up with shit.

"I mean it," Trudy said. "Just like I'm gonna trash the first person tries something with your cheery barmaid. I'll just have to beat Winchester to him. Both Winchesters."

She grinned, reaching out with her foot to nudge the end of Kang's tail.

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