... Well, you are a very beautiful woman. But it's not my nature to come on to you strongly or even at all, so the last one had a polar personality. Either it was because of how he was made, meaning the other clones are carbon copies of him, or because he was some sort of failure. It just means my spies will have to work…
*Rolls eyes.* So Trill are now this amazingly peaceful race that have remained civilized forever and never had murderers and barbarians hidden within society? *Shakes head.* I highly doubt that. Anyway, I guess we should... get ready to infiltrate? If we are doing this, that is.
Persi: Most in my previous tribe would disagree. The traditional way is to starve them if they disobey an order... *He crouches next to the dog and scratches his neck.* Persi: I couldn't do that to him... *He stands, then blushes at his show of emotion.* Persi: Anyway, what are you doing on the ship? You a new recruit?
Persi: Yes, he is. *He looks at the medium sized dog.* Persi: Thrai. *The dog, obviously Thrai, walks over and sits next to his master. Persi lays a hand on his head.* Persi: He's a new dog. Trying to train him, to the best of my ability... my pathetic, pathetic ability... *He smiles, joking.*
... The history of the human race speaks ill to that theory. But if your thinking about going undercover... that could be interesting. *Taps chin, thinking.*
*Persi then hurries from around a corner, the same one the dog appeared from.* Persi: There you are! What did I tell you about running off, Thrai? *He notices Tara, and puts his hand to the hilt of his sword.* Persi: Hello. Who are you?
Aahuus tilts his head, the bandanas shifting slightly. "... Perhaps you would wish to inform the Empire of what Project Aramus is?" he says slowly. "The- we are your ally after all..." Project Aramus? What coud that be? It must have something to do with the regeneration property of the planet, seeming as Talven was very…
Perseus thinks, tapping his chin. They had been at Quo'nos, and are headed toward Risa. "Hmm, we should be somewhere in the Hromi sector." he says, the calculations running through his head. "But anyway, have you eaten yet? I would assume not if your a stowaway..." he asks after, concern clear in his voice.
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