(A/N I know no one will actually read this. For future me, LOOK, this is how you wrote once xD)

Stan: Stan's half-closed eyes flew open, ears burning hot at the business like proposal. Shooting up from his seated position like a tree, he stood, a deer in the headlights. The lanky man was a rather humorous sight, looking as if he couldn't decide what to do with himself. "I'm not-" He fumbled, measuring his words, "T-That won't be necessary," Stuttering, he bore his eyes into the side wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the galaxy. "When you're done here, I'll take you to the living area next," Trying to regain his composure, he straightened his glasses.

Querl: Turning to look at the embarrassed man, Querl tilted his head again, once again confused by this human. "A captain, on board any ship, should not be sexually repressed. My species is aware of this and, when necessary, he can bring aboard a consort be it their betrothed or merely a prostitute. As your slave, all of my services are available, for I am guessing that you do not have a consort, based on your pilots screams."

Stan: He crossed his arms tightly, thrumming his fingers on his elbows. "I don't," Stan confirmed, avoiding Querl's purple gaze, "But it would feel...wrong," Shifting uncomfortably in the doorway, he turned his back to the boy, unable to mask his frown. "Want to see the living space? Naen is probably in there right now," The man switched topics, awkward to a fault. "Don't mind Zoroe; she's just upset right now,"

Querl: "If you wish," Querl nodded, no longer going to delve deeper into the subject. He had already thought of three modification upgrades to the ship, but those could be done later. "I am curious to see at the rest of the crew think of you; from Zoroe's comments, it would seem that you are equal or below her, as a Coulon captain would not abide that act of disrespect." Walking over to him he did decide to ask one last question, "Would it be wrong, because you consider me unattractive?"

Stan: "I like to think of us as a little...family, sort of," He tried explaining, "They call me Captain, but I think it's a relatively loose term around here," Stan added with a flat tone, thought it carried no real disdain. Leading him up the stairs, they entered a larger room, furbished like a small home. A dining table resided in the middle of the room, four matching wooden chairs around it. Cushiony, red sofas sat on opposite of one another in the far of the room, upon which reclined a stout man. There was no indication of the room being in a space ship, save for the cold metal around the place. "N-No, that's not it...how about we talk about it later?" He leaned towards Querl, speaking to him quietly as the dark man on the couch became aware of his audience. "Back so soon? And with company, I see," He nodded approvingly, the 40-something rising from his seat to greet them.

Querl: "Acceptable," Querl responded to Stan, before taking a step away from him so that he could get a better view of the new person. If he wasn't Coulon, he suspected that he would be irritated at how everyone was a lot taller than him. "I am Querl, the Captain's slave and new engineer," he responded, his eyes scanning over the individual. "You are Naen, correct? What is your purpose on this ship?" he inquired, before looking around the room, curious as to why they would need such a room.

Stan: The man's response was nowhere near the scale of Zoroe's, but he cast a short-lived look of disapproval at his Captain. "Glad to meet you," He bowed his head slightly, "Navigator, as well as medic for most injuries. Bullet wounds, burns, abrasions, the like," Naen laughed, noticing the bags of food Stan had in tow. "What did you get me?" He asked, smirking mischievously. Quirking a brow, Stan left Querl's side, setting the bags upon the wooden table. "Have a look. The alcohol is for Querl, before you get into it," He crossed his arms at the older man, an equally snarky smile on his face.

Querl: "Yes, Alcohol is to my species, what water is to yours. If you have medical books on board, I would request them, so that I can do all the medical procedures that you cannot," he responded before returning to his spot beside Stan. "If you would also lend me space charts, I would be most gracious. In return, I would offer you the same duties I would offer to your captain."

Stan: "Sure, no problem," He smiled, a smile untainted by his normal catty nature. "I don't need anything in return," Naen laughed heartily, "You keep that to yourself," The man winked in his Captain's direction, causing the taller of the room to shudder and frown at him. "Alright, you've had your fun, you old pervert," Stan rolled his eyes, face red, "Why don't you go get your medical books and charts, hm?" It was not a suggestion, as he guided the man out of the room like an adolescent shoving an embarrassing parent out. Naen laughed all the way, allowing himself to be carted around by the larger man, "Alright, alright!"

Querl: Querl looked at them, tilting his head at the two of them. "Captain, am I not allowed to offer my services to your crew? You did not want all of them, so I thought you would not mind," Querl queried, moving over towards his slave master, wondering if he should not have did that. He was glad though, that he was going to given the books he wanted.

Stan: The captain squirmed uncomfortably, his lips forming a thin line. He looked down at the alien as he rejoined his side, brows furrowed over his glasses. "It's just..." Stopping short, Stan found he didn't have much of a reason. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he wasn't sure which left him feeling more uneasy- the idea of Querl offering to sleep with him, or with his crew. "I'd prefer you...didn't," The man concluded, shoulders raised as he struggled to put together his own thoughts. "You don't need to repay people here. Not like that,"

Querl: Querl looked at him confused for a moment before nodding. "I'm assuming that, by 'that', you mean sexual intercourse. I offered him all of my services, I can do a vast array of tasks, from cleaning to hacking to fixing mechanical objects. I do a vast array of services. Am I allowed to offer those or should I not offer any of my services?" He inquires, tilting his head once again at him, wondering if it was just the coitus that annoyed him or if it was everything.

Stan: "I thought-" Stan stumbled though his words, realizing the mistake in his assumption. "Oh, well, that's...different," Ashamed of himself, he sighed, "Sorry...you're allowed," He spoke quietly, the phrase foreign and strange on his tongue. Giving simple orders to his small crew was different from, well, ordering someone who was expecting some sort of punishment. "I need to go see how Zoroe's doing. You're welcome to have a look around the ship," He offered, exiting the room expectantly.

Querl: Unsure of what to do now, Querl used the other exit and went down the stairs, not sure where he was going or who he would see, but it was what he was told to do.

Stan: Stan waltzed to the left, down a small corridor at the front of the ship, the console room. Zoroe addressed him tersely, frown prevalent on the crimson woman's bold face. "We should head to Mulon. Heard they had a few cargo they needed transported over there," He stated, placing a hand on the back of her chair with a small smile. Huffing, she charted a course- Naen's navigating skills were only needed when the ship's console couldn't locate a drop off. "Allright. We'll be out of here soon," Zoroe rolled her yellow eyes, leaning back in her seat as the man left the room.

Querl: Moving upwards now, Querl made his way to what appeared to be the top of the ship, a transparent dome covering the top so that the sky above could be seen. Looking up at the stars, he pondered which star system his planet was closest to right now.

Stan: Stan sighed, knowing nothing but time and space would soothe the woman's wounded pride. Making his way through the ship he popped his head into Naen's room, the man bent over a chest, sorting though charts and medical books. "Seen Querl?" Quirking a brow at the man, he couldn't help a smile from forming. "No. I've got quite a few more things for him to look though than I anticipated. Send him over when you find him, will you?" Stan nodded curtly, "Alright- no funny business," He threatened, knowing the older man's flirty behavior. Continuing down the hallway, he called out in a mild tone, "Querl?"

Querl: Querl remained quiet up in the observation dome, deciding to lie down in order to get a better view of space. If he were of a lower intellect, he'd have called it beautiful but it was mildly interesting. Having theorised where his planet was, he began to calculate where Earth was at this present moment in time.

Stan: Thrumming his fingers, hand on hip, he thought of the odds of where the alien may have wondered. His ship was not terribly large, but not small enough in which he could easily find someone with a few glances about the ship. He knew where the boy was not, at least. By process of elimination, he checked both his and Zoroe's quarters, making sure Querl and not wandered into someone's room- which did not seem likely in the first place, really. Not in the engine room, living space, or console room, of course. Striding through the ship, he entered the midbody of the vessel- finding him there, sprawled on the floor. Stan traced the alien's gaze up to the expansive window with a faint smile. "Should've know you'd find your way here,"

Querl: "Your planet is over there," Querl responded as he pointed to a random spot on the ceiling. Slowly getting to his feet, he turned to look at his captain. "I did not know where you wanted me to explore, so I decided to wait here for you," he responded before walking over to him. "Has Naen retrieved the books I requested?"

Stan: "Earth? Hm." He followed his fingers with his eyes, gazing into the starry oblivion. Stan lingered for a moment, before returning his gaze to the alien boy. "Yes, he can't pick himself, so he was hoping you'd take ones you like," The man shrugged, leaning his weight on one foot. "Excluding Naen and Zoroe's quarters, you have free range of the ship," Stuffing his hands in his pockets, the man cast an thoughtful look at the floor. "We have enough room for you to have your own, you know," Continuing in this line of thought, he turned heel, slowly waling back towards Naen's room. "I can't say I'd really complain if you insist on bunking with me, though,"

Querl: "Acceptable, I will 'bunk' with you," Querl responded as he stood beside Stan, still looking up at him. "Will you bring me to his room, I do not know where it is. I will also require time alone with him so that I can discuss medical techniques and anatomy," he responded as he slowly took the other hand in his own. Oddly, Querl's hand was rather cold and as dry as a bone.

Stan: He avoided eye contact, although his larger hand wrapped about the engineer's delicately. "Alright, call me if he gets...overbearing," Stan laughed, though it was tense. He wasn't really worried, but there was always the possibility. He led the alien along the corridors, focusing more on the smaller hand in his grip and it's foreign touch. Stan was warm by nature, not to Zoroe's extent- as the word "melt-down" was the literal fate of anything she held if upset enough- and he wondered how Querl felt. It was hard to guess, but he did steal often glances at him. "Well, he's already in there. I'm going to fix something for everyone to eat. What would you like?"

Querl: Looking up at Stan, he pondered the question. On Coulon ships everyone received the same meal every day, twice a day. Deciding to tell him what he needed, he said, "I require 300 grams of meat and one pint of whiskey." Letting go of Stan's significantly warmer hand, he moved into Naen's room and closed the door. "I have come for the star charts and medical books," he declared to the room, his eyes scanning over the bigger humanoid form.

Stan: "Oh!" The dark haired man popped up from rummaging through a wooden chest, hitting his head on the lid. "Don't mind me; have a look," Naen invited, rubbing his head with a pinched expression. "There's quite a selection; things tend to build up over the years," He chuckled, gesturing to the pile on the floor.

Querl: Querl walked past him and went to the trunk with a small nod. Pulling out book after book, he laid them out in-front of the trunk. After doing this with every single book, he eyed all of their covers. "Which ones have the most relevant content on human anatomy and the star system Alpha-2376-phentan?" he asked, looking over at the taller humanoid now.

Stan: Naen placed a hand under his chin, twiddling his curly beard. "Well, I have more than just human anatomy here; I try read up on the medical care of species relevant to my current crew-mates," Taking a knee, he sorted though a few maps laid out. "These should do for the system, but let me know if you'd like different maps, too," He rolled them up, wrapping the few star charts with one of the many elastic bands around his right wrist. "For instance, Zoroe is Omlnae- I have several books on her species- most of our Captain's biology matches with human anatomy, save for his mother's genetics, I even have a few for myself, should the need for them come up," The medic elaborated, gesturing to various book titles as he did so. "I've yet to read many on Coluon, but now I have an excuse," Winking, he stood, smile encouraging.

Querl: "I'm going to learn about the human anatomy tonight and then tomorrow I shall do the Omlnae," Querl responder as he picked up the few books on that subject. "As for the astrological maps, these will do for tonight as well, but I will require more maps tomorrow," he explained as he put the maps under his arm. "If you require Intel on my physiology, I will need a connection to a ship computer," he said as he looked at him. Remembering about how most species were all biological, he pointed at his trio of holes with his free hand, "A wire connection."

Stan: "Sounds like a plan," He dipped his chin, nodding approvingly. Naen look note of the mechanical looking attribute, seeming none too surprised it was not simply aesthetic. "I'll see what I can find," He shrugged, giving a thumbs up. A knock sounded on the metal door, tinking on the material.

Querl: Looking towards the door, Querl put down his stack of book and the maps. Straightening out his jumpsuit, he walked towards the door and opened it, not sure who it would be, considering the noise that it produced when knocked.

Stan: The ship's pilot stood before the door, scarcely standing a head taller than the boy. Looking a bit surprised, the woman folded her hands before her, offering a half-forced smile. "Eh...Hello, aiy. Captain said to come to the living hall when you're ready," She looked up at the man further in the room addressing them both. "We're well out of port now, into open space," Zoroe commented, voice heavy with a rolling accent. Feeling rather sheepish, given her first impression with their new crew mate had gone less than well, she spent no time lingering in the doorway.

BookmarkQuerl: Looking Zoroe up and down as she left, he turned back to Naen. "Does she act that way with everyone or just me?" he inquired, before going back to get the books and maps. After collecting all of the items, he looked back at Naen, "Will you lead the way, I am unsure which room the Living area is."

Stan: "Don't let her bother you," Naen led the way down the halls, "She's probably just embarrassed. You can hear her through the whole ship when she yells, that woman," Rubbing the back of his head, he laughed sympathetically, "Just glad it wasn't at me, for once- though I do deserve it most of the time," His laughter died down, seeming to stew in his own head for the moment. A few turns, and the same cozily furbished room was before the pair. Zoroe was planted in one of the red sofas, stroking a spiny, feline-esque creature with a frown. "Ah, you made it," Stan called, whisk and bowl in hand.

Querl: Entering the room with all of his items he would require, he looked around at the crew, his eyes stopping at the small creature. Moving towards the sitting area, he put all but one of the books down on the ground. Moving over, he sat down on the sofa beside Zoroe. Opening up the book, he looked at each page for a second before flipping the page. He continued to do this, not paying attention to the world around him.