The more things change...

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Zouichi had taken a few wounds during the mission, but nothing that he would deem serious enough to require medical treatment. He'd already begun to heal, and he estimated that by the time tomorrow rolled around, he'd once again be at full strength. This was not, of course, true of everyone who had fought on that moon -- those who had lost their lives, for instance.

But for him, intense combat was the norm. There was no sense dwelling on loss of life or regretting the past, and there were no nightmares about the dead or dying. There was only the future, and the battles to be found there.

So it was back to business as usual: maintenance on the HDC, clearing stray leaves off the front steps and caring for the flowers... and teaching his pet parrot some commands. Today, however, Alan seemed more intent on rolling onto his back and demanding to be picked up. So Zouichi settled back in the shade of a nearby tree instead, playing with the bird and occasionally wondering where he'd picked up all these new phrases that sounded suspiciously like Lash.

Maybe if Howard showed up, they could look for odds and ends in the City.

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Zouichi bowed slightly. "My apologies. As I'm sure you know, I cannot engage in sparring matches with most of the crew... and I'm afraid I became a little carried away at the possibility of a match with an opponent of her caliber."

So they were from different Craftworlds, but they still referred to each other as kin. Interesting.

"For what it's worth," he said, to Alendian in particular this time, "I share that sentiment."

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She also gave a slight bow to the Farseer. Losing herself to her own indulgences would be deadly. Sound advice is advice that should be followed. At the least, she was pleased that Zouichi had recognized some of her talent.

"I suppose it would be rude of me to suggest otherwise. A friend of the Farseer can be considered a friend of mine," she said, coming close to biting her own tongue.

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"So, tell me, how have the two of you been faring? The ship is... uncivilized, of course, but it is not quite as horrible as it could be."

She glanced between the two expectantly. Maybe they could be civil.

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Zouichi actually thought it was remarkable how civil people on the ship treated each other, considering. "I can't complain. We came away from the last engagement with only a single fatality. Though I am a little concerned with one of the new Ohm subspecies that appeared in this most recent battle. And how little we continue to understand about the enemy as a whole."

He paused for a moment. "I also admit I've enjoyed the opportunity to take a more active role in the fighting as of late. I was beginning to wonder if my skills would never see any real use."

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"For me, I have been fine. The facilities here make practice by myself a fairly reasonable venture."

And she had to top it all off with a shrug. "The large battle we had previously was good for my mind, soul, and body."

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"Perhaps the Dalgig will be more forthcoming after this victory," Ildraniath replied. Her dry tone indicated how likely she thought that was, though. She glanced at Alendian with a nod.

"I am glad to hear that - we need to maintain ourselves for however long we remain aboard this ship. For the sake of the crew and our people."

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Zouichi looked a little skeptical. "Why bother? We're already acting as they want with next to no information in return."

Not, he supposed, that they necessarily had much choice about it, considering the alternatives. But he didn't want to get into the habit of accepting everything the Daligig said as gospel truth. Or the GIA, for that matter.

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"The Dalgig?" She hadn't been around too long and was slightly lost in that conversation. Apparently they had a bad habit of doing what they wished, which was something expected of other races. "My apologies but I know nothing of...these people, I presume."

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"That was my thought as well, but hope springs eternal," Ildraniath murmured in reply to Zouichi. She shifted her gaze to Alendian with a shrug.

"They were the race that made up the original crew and the race primarily concerned with defeating the Ohm. They created this ship. And they have us on a leash."

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"Supposedly," said Zouichi, "They're an important component of the interdimensional alliance whose forces fought alongside us on Lirath. But we know next to nothing about them. A little odd for a people who are supposedly our allies."

Of course, it wasn't the only thing that was a little suspect about their current situation.

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Her head turned back and forth between the two. "There is no chance of disengaging from them? There is a different between being a tool of war and being expendable resources."