Querl: Querl was a little surprised at the sudden kiss, even more so by it's odd orientation, but followed his bond-mate's command. Slowly rotating in the air, he however, remained hovering in the air, face to face with Stan. "This is called a hover belt," he stated as he pointed to the item, "although, I don't believe you really care what it is." Slowly hovering forwards, he wrapped his arms around Stan's neck gently, "Captain, do you require anything?"
Looking away from the table, she looked at Naen before nodding, "Yes, due to my rather low rank on board my previous ship, I have been unable to have coitus for a rather prolonged amount of time. After I finish the list for the captain, I require you to have sexual intercourse," she responded simply, before taking a piece of paper and a pen.
Stan: "Hey, I can appreciate fancy tech, too," He huffed, curling his arms around Querl's waist, "Just as much as I can appreciate fancy boys," Stan attempted to tease the Coulon in return, thankful to feel his heated face cool. "I just wanted to see how you're doing. How'd you feel, about all this?" The playful tone in his voice mellowed into concern, looking into Querl's lilac eyes.
Zoroe's head popped up at this, eyes dancing in disbelief between the new science officer and Naen. All thoughts of her next move in their game vanished. Naen slammed his hands on the table, standing to give the red woman an incredulous look. "She asked me, Zoroe, be fair!" He exclaimed, brows drawn tightly. "Please, Naen, I have no need for...stealing your kill," She responded coolly, moving a chess piece decisively. "Check-mate, acaa'"
Querl: Querl rolled his eyes, finding the gesture that the other's used particularly useful for this situation. However, upon hearing and seeing the concern in Stan's eyes, his usual collected self returned, the teasing lover long forgotten. "I am fine with what has happened, Captain... Does it irk you, bond-mate?" He inquired, looking back towards the almost unrecognisable room.
"It is neither important nor necessary for it to be you, Naen. The offer was for either of you, I have no preference for either gender," the Coulon responded, keeping her eyes on the paper as she drew what appeared to be rather artful circles and spirals within them.
Stan: A rare-toothy grin flashed over his lips, pleased with Querl's response to his joke. "The ship doesn't bother me. I'm fine- I mean, I was worried but," Stan's eyes lost contact, slipping away from Querl's. "Worried about you, about the others. What did the captain say?" He switched gears, to avoid both rambling and slipping into darker thoughts.
Zoroe subdued her laughter, snickers coming out muffled under her clawed hand. "It does not look like she wanted you after all, hm?" The woman's laughter became uncontainable. Naen's face grew hot, slumping back into his seat. "I'll...I'll arm wrestle you for it!" The medic lit up, sitting up in his chair. Rolling her eyes dramatically, she poised a hand under her chin. "You will not win, you know this. I will be fair to you," Zoroe turned her piercing gaze to the woman in question, brows arched. "You say you have not a preference, yes, but over the two of us," She paused, gesturing to both herself and the medic, "on a level of individuals, who would you pick?"
Querl: Querl looked at Stan's lowered eyes, befoelre looking at Stan's nose for comfort. "I have been told, that due to my failure of the rite, I am banished from Coulon. Ambassadorship was given to me due to my knowledge on human social interactions," he explained, before looking up at him. "Although, I do not feel...I know I am sad."
Looking up from her now completed list, although to anyone but a fellow Coulon it would appear to be merely drawings, she examined the two. Replaying the argument in her head, she pointed to Zoroe. "Zoroe. She has, in the limited time that I have been on contact with her, shown that she is more intelligent than you, your chess board. She has also shown to think with logic and reason, she knew she would beat you physically. However, she has shown compassion, a not displeasing attribute but one that could have made her lose: she gave you a chance to succeed. Naen, on the other hand has shown irrational thought, your question about possibly being deceased while being unmistakeably alive. As well as various other factors. However, due to coitus not needing someone I know nor prefer, I am content with either of you," she responded, before getting out of the chair.
Stan: Stan held the Coulon close, nuzzling his face into the crook of Querl's neck. "I'm so sorry, hon," He frowned over the boy's shoulder, running a hand over his blond hair gently. "Let's take a break. We should see what the crew is up to," Lightly, he planted a kiss on Querl's green cheek. "Moll has been missing you, anyways. She thought Andreah had a likeness to you, I suppose," Attempting a smile, he pulled back to look over Querl's face.
Naen ran a hand through his hair, tettering on the brink of exasperation. "I forfeit, you win. Again," The bearded man sighed, putting away the chess game before the woman could beat him twice in a row. Zoroe, satisfied with her alleged victory, smoothly rose from her seat.
Querl: Slowly nodding, Querl lowered to the ground and landed on his feet. He had to agree with Stan, it would be apt to see Moll. It was always comforting to have the small creature in his arms. He also had to check on his assistant and see if she was adjusting correctly to the uncoulon-like crew.
Seeing that Zoroe had apparently 'won' the contest, Andreah took it that she would receive her request for sexual intercourse from her. Moving over, note tucked away in her jumpsuit, she looked up at Zoroe, "Follow me," she commanded. After all, her Master was the Captain's bond-mate, so she was ranked higher by the two before her. "I do not wish to leave permanent stains or damage in this room."
Stan: Clasping his large hand gently around Querl's, he walked beside him up the stairs, stopping short of bumping into Querl's assistant. "Sorry, I didn't see you," He apologized, extending a hand but thinking better of it. His eyes landed next on the pilot, following behind the Coulon diligently. "Making friends already?" The lanky man reached over Andreah to ruffle the red woman's long hair. Zoroe scoffed half-heartedly, smoothing her hair with a smile. "You could say that, Captain,"
Querl: Looking at his assistant and then up at Zoroe, he rose a brief eyebrow. "State the reasoning behind D'karr, the one designated as Zoroe, following you," he commanded in the voice that seemed to only be used for her.
Standing straighter Andreah, ignoring the apology and the hand, simply replied, "I require Zoroe for stimulation of the Zarkan nerve, therefore she has agreed to have coitus."
Stan: Stan looked between his pilot and Andreah, more tickled than upset. The captain had little room to reprimand Zoroe for engaging with the woman- after all, what had ensued after Querl and his bonding was far from a faint memory. "I think it's alright," Stan looked down to Querl, raising his brows before looking directly at his assistant. "Don't hurt my pilot, please," The man attempted a humor with the Coulon, unintentionally soliciting a snicker from the crimson woman behind her. "Please, Captain. I should be asking Querl. I am sorry, I should have thought of that beforehand," Zoroe dipped her head to Querl, the prospect of being with this woman feeling more like treachery than a thrill.
Querl: Andreah looked at her Captain and shook her head, "I do not find positive stimulus in assaulting others nor do I intend to do so to a female of a species which appears to be physically stronger than my own," she explained as if talking about any other topic. She didn't even properly understand the accusation itself. Andreah wasn't going to pleasure Zoroe. Zoroe was going to pleasure Andreah. So how could she 'hurt' her?
While the Captain and his assistant were discussing such matters, Querl looked at Zoroe, "I do not know why you would think I would disagree or think negatively of you, D'karr. However, due to your somewhat limited knowledge on Coulon sexual intercourse with ranking members, I recommend you ask for, 'rule three, subsection D-four-five,' to be implemented," the young green boy stated.
Stan: Stan wasn't sure whether to sigh or chuckle, his face settling on a half-smirk on its own accord. "Good to hear," The Captain concluded with a quirked brow. Zoroe clasped her hands, a faint smile gracing her lips. Even as he was worried he would not be able to convey emotion, Querl still easily made her feel at ease. "I did not know how you would perceive it..." The woman admitted, voice deep and hoarse as ever. "I will, faofaiy," Though she committed the phrase to memory, the woman wondered what the rule entailed.
Querl: "D'karr, did in inquire about your permissible when I became Stan's bond-mate? No, I did not. Therefore, you do not require mine to perform sexual intercourse with Andreah," Querl responded, looking up at her with a small nod.
Andreah did not respond to the Captain, not thinking that his statement merited another nor a question. Giving her master a small nod, she looked to Zoroe, "we have explained the situation and gained permission from both the ambassador and the captain. Unless you require more time discussing the eccentricities of coitus, I recommended we continue," she stated, a visible amount of irritation in her voice. To those unfamiliar with Coulons, they would probably compare them to the Vulcan's from the pre-space flight sci-fi show Star Trek. However, although the Coulons used technology to augment their emotional state, they still had needs. If their needs were not met, then even beings of little emotion would gain irritation.
Stan: "Alright," She returned the nod, tugged by the urge to hug the boy. Instead, Zoroe let her hand to his shoulder, for only a moment, small smile dancing across her face. As the situation seemed to be resolved, Stan clasped his hand gently around Querl's. With a playful smile, he left to the living-quarters with Querl 'in hand'. Zoroe looked on, eyes landing on Andreah. "Lead on, snaramo," The pilot extended a hand into the space of the hall, pleased with her little joke in foreign tongue.
Querl: Accepting Stan's hand in his and shoulder touch from Zoroe, the ambassador between species followed Stan and entered the living Quarters. "Hello Naen. From the smile on Zoroe's face and the chess pieces littering the floor, I can presume that you lost the game?" he queried, having learned there that asking questions which would be considered as 'meaningless' is something you were to do. At least that's what he took from Zoroe wanting to ask to have sexual intercourse with Andreah.
Andreah looked at Zoroe for a few moments, as if wishing to denounce, but reasoned against it. Taking Zoroe's wrist instead of her hand, the female Coulon slowly brought her towards Andreah's room. "I do not understand the purpose of proposing to rename me or my Master. Why do you do so?" She asked after a few moments.
Stan: The beared man merely huffed, gathering up the game pieces along with his wounded pride. "Not much of a contest when the judge couldn't care less," Naen grumbled, sloppily putting away the board game. He rewarded Stan's muffled chuckle with a dirty look. This resulted, much to the medic's dismay, in more laughter from the tall man. "I'm sorry, Naen, but you look like a beaten puppy," Stan's attempt at apology was riddled with amusement, leaving it to fall flat.
Zoroe arched a brow at the manor in which the Coulon grabbed her. Watching Andreah's blonde hair sway as she was led onwards, a sinking feeling set in the pit of her stomach. Brushing the familiar, twisting feeling aside, the pilot had to think little to answer the question. "It is customary. I give names that fit. Names that sum up perceptions of a person. Why shouldn't I?" Zoroe shot back her own question, voice smooth and golden eyes searching over the woman's face.
Querl: Querl looked at his laughing bond-mate and the downtrodden medic with a small look of curiosity and confusion, obviously not understanding what was going on. He knew that laughter was based on 'humour' and that chess didn't have a 'judge', so he looked back to Stan and inquired, "What's so humorous?"
The female Coulon slowed to a stop, now opposite her bedroom door. Looking up towards the female's face, the usual dispassionate expression covering her own, she explained her point of view, "What if you have observed incorrectly? It is possible to come out with s wrong conclusion, if you have only a minimal understanding of the other being. I'm also curious: what does 'snaramo' mean?"
Stan: "Naen doesn't take losing well," Stan explained, laughter fading. "I gather you were pining for Andreah's...'affections' ?" He turned his attention back to the bearded man as he collapsed on the red sofa in defeat. It was easy enough to put two-and-two together, but he asked in order to confirm for himself and second-hand explain for Querl. In the vast emptiness of voyages in space, it was not uncommon for the crew to compete over things. It was a means of keeping busy, a motivating entertainment.
The pilot had not expected anything less than a rebuttal. Almost like young ones, the questions and 'what if's never stopped coming. It was both an endearing and, at times, frustrating trait of the Coulon race. "Snaramo means 'spitfire'. It is possible to misplace a name, yes, but it is just a nick-name, after all," Zoroe shrugged, hair falling about her face as she rolled her neck. "It is a habit. I will not address you as anything but your name, if it bothers you so," The crimson woman concluded, face mirroring the Coulon's.
Querl: Finally understanding why Naen was seemingly unhappy, Querl nodded slightly, "Naen, I'm afraid your 'humour', your redundant and often pointless questions would deter most Coulons. However, as she no doubt explained, most Coulons aren't overly concerned over who their having coitus with, so you have more chances in the future," the green boy helpfully explained before slowly dragging Stan with him to the table, wanting to eat, drink and return to his work.
"I am not bothered by such trivial matters, I was merely curious as to the purpose of doing so," Andreah retorted as she opened the door to the room. "In any case, we are in my bedroom now," she stated simply before beginning to unzip her jumpsuit.
Stan: The medic only grumbled something unintelligible in response, flipping through a book with little focus. As Stan had been planning on fixing a plate for the Coulon anyways, he patted a wooden chair. "I'll get you something, just wait," In the time Quel had been on the ship, the captain had taken to pre-slicing chunks of meat and keeping alcohol more readily on hand. This made procuring a meal to the Coulon's specifications a short lived ordeal, and he handed Querl the plate and cup in little time.
"I can see that," Rolling her golden eyes, the feeling of excitement was fading quickly. Zoroe decided shortly, that perhaps she would not be getting along so well with this woman as she did with Querl. Though he had pressed her buttons in anger, Querl had yet to truly talk down to the woman. She followed Andreah into the empty room, a hollow feeling in her stomach.
Querl: Hovering upwards, he planted himself on the seat that Stan pointed too. Seeing that his food was being d to him so quickly, he gave his bond-mate an appreciative nod, the small smile that he only showed to him on his face. "I did not say that they were bad qualities. In my time here, they have become rather enjoyable with your levity," Querl told the medic, before quickly swallowing the meat.
Stan: The captain made himself a simple meal, handing a second plate to Naen. "Well, thanks for that. Both of you," Naen sighed, shifting in his seat in search a more comfortable position as he browsed the literature. Stan took his own seat next to Querl, noting that he may add a fifth chair to the wooden table as they had a new crew member. Looking over to the green boy, he returned the small smile. "How's the engine room?" He asked idly, hoping to make conversation with him before he left to the metal room for hours.
Querl: "The engine room requires a great deal more daily adjustments due to its increased power to size ratio as well as its larger size. Unfortunately, I really should be getting back to the engine room, you lulled me away before I could finish making sure all the connectors were in place," he responded, seeming to be apologetic about it before downing the glass of alcohol. Hovering upwards, he landed off of his chair before lifting his hand up slightly, expecting Stan to come with him.
Lying in bed after finishing the sexual intercourse with Zoroe, Andreah looked at her with s head tilt. "That was most enjoyable. Do you require pleasuring?" she queried, having not done so to the other woman as of yet.
Stan: Having already taken care of his routine tasks for the day, Stan rinsed the dishes and followed Querl out of the room. In the emptiness of the living quarters, Naen was kept company by Moll. The spiny creature curled up in his lap, enjoying scraps from his plate. The tall man kept his eyes to the ground as he walked the short distance down the stairs and back to the engine room, expression cooled in thought.
The pilot sat up in the bed, taking a deep breath and smoothing her long hair out of her face. "Happy to help," She drolled in her thick accent, pulling her hair back in a loose tie. Her edged demeanor took a blow, surprised this new Coulon would ask to return the favor. "No, thank you. I need to get back to the console room," She decided after a moment of consideration, slipping out of the bed. Throwing on her clothing, she paused in tugging her jacket over her shoulders, mouth opening as if words may come next. Shaking her head, Zoroe straightened her shirt and left the room.
Querl: Continuing to hold the other man's hand, he was escorted to the engine room. Looking up at his bond-mate, he raised a small eyebrow at his quiet. Upon reaching the engine room, the small boy stopped and turned. "I will meet with you in approximately five-point-six-five-two- hours," he stated before turning and entered the now open door.
Although Andreah had offered the availability of pleasure to Zoroe, it was little more than a nicety. She would have done so should Zoroe of wanted to. With the other female no longer in the room, the female Coulon hastily got out of the bed and put her jumpsuit on again. Making sure she was presentable, she exited the room.
Stan: "See you then," He lingered in the doorway for a moment, waving a hand half-heartedly. Turning, he meandered up the stairs. The man took two stairs at a time, his longer limbs clearing distance much faster on his own. Though he didn't mind slowing to keep pace with others, it felt like he was constantly taking baby-steps. With nothing worth his attention happening, he rejoined Naen in the living quarters.
Querl: As with Querl, his fellow Coulon headed to the engineering room, ready to begin developing different devices and useful equipment. (Want to timeskip to later on?)
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Stan: Stan had passed the time with a book, as the ship had a large array of reading material in the living quarters. Tearing himself from his own reading, Naen had made a pot of brewed herbs, and politely given the captain a cup of the tea. The teacup looked like a toy in his hands. Not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry, the large man pushed such thoughts away. Zoroe, after extensive study of her scanners, joined the pair.
Querl: After the time stated by the young boy, Querl entered the living quarters alone. Looking around, instead of heading for his bond-mate, he headed towards Zoroe. "D'karr, I would like to discuss something with you?" he asked, looking up at her with a rather more serious expression that he usually had when talking with her.
Stan: The pilot raised a brow, all but pulling Moll from her lap as she stood from her seat on the plush sofa. "Of course, faofaiy," Zoroe smoothed her pants, tightening her pulled up hair. Looking between the doorway and the room's inhabitants, she raised her brows with a bit of concern. "We could talk in the console room, if you need," She suggested, knowing from past conversations privacy helped Querl open up more easily.
Querl: "I would prefer for that to be the case," Querl responded with a small nod, before walking past her to open the door. Upon pressing the button and after the door opened, the green boy turned to examine Zoroe and to wait for her to enter. Whatever it was, he appeared to want to discuss it now and to do so away from the rest of the crew)
Stan: Zoroe followed out of the room promptly, both concern and curiosity burning. Waiting for the door to close, she regarded the boy with pinched brows. "What is wrong?" The pilot asked carefully, arms folded in front of her. Though they had exchanged words of her and his assistant's interaction, the worry that he was somehow upset by the action lingered in the back of her mind.
Querl: As soon as the door was closed, Querl looked to the ground seeming to be embarrassed or sad. It was hard to tell due being unable to see his face. After taking a small breath, he looked up at her, a noticeable frown on his face. "I...I apologise for my assistants unkind words and superior attitude..." the boy responded, before looking down. "I asked her to join memories with me, curious as to how she had interacted with the rest of the crew..." Continuing to look down, he tilted his head to the side slightly, "As before, I apologise... She did not have to go through the rite as I had to..."
Stan: Features softening, the reason of Querl's need to speak to her sunk in. "It is no fault of your own, faofaiy," Zoroe rested hand on the Coulon's shoulder, voice soothing. "Andreah's behavior is no reflection on you, Querl," The red woman stepped forwards, pulling him into a brief embrace. "Do not worry over it. I am sure a few weeks with us will do her...superiority complex some good," Relying both on logic and humor in an attempt to comfort, she released the Coulon from the hug.
Querl: Although Zoroe had released him, Querl had not released her as he had actually joined in with the hug, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I think you doubt how stubborn and superior most Coulons feel," he responded both truthfully and for a bit of levity. Although he had little emotion, due to having a bond-mate, he was allowed enough now to show the traits necessary to care for the other. Now though, he cared for all of the crew, and seeing the hollow look on Zoroe's face from Andreah's eyes was enough to make him go and apologise immediately. "... I had a discussion with her and endeavored to explain the situation and how she should behave in the future."
Stan: "I am sure she will come around, eventually," Zoroe ran her fingers through the boy's hair soothingly, offering a hopeful smile. In truth, if the assistant wished to have any standing on the ship, her days of looking down on others were numbed. Though she knew none of her fellow crew-mates to have a particular mean-streak, it was a common trait of the ship's inhabitants to...hold a grudge, and well. "Thank you. For being worried about me," Zoroe teased lightly, a half-smile reaching across her face.
Querl: Slowly untangling from her, he gave her a small nod. "As ambassador it is my duty to make sure that all species can 'get along' with my own," he responded before turning to the door. "Incidentally, my assistant has an apology of her own to make. She is currently in observation port waiting for you... Should you choose to go, if at all," he said simply before exiting the room and made his way over to Stan. "Bond-mate... I have completed my work for the day, do you want to come to bed with me?" he asked, a small smile on his face as he looked up at him.
Stan: More curious than her species' nature, she nodded. "I...will go. See you in the morning, faofaiy," Zoroe called after him, golden eyes shimmering with warmth. In truth, the pilot decided to meet Andreah in the observation dome, if only to see what the woman had to say. "You wanted to speak with me?" Zoroe spotted the Coulon in the dome, hand on the doorway's frame as she addressed the woman.
Stan discarded reading material without a second thought, rising from his seat. "Is everything okay?" In the time span of Querl's private talk with Zoroe, the tall man had enough time to overthink, replaying the negative expression on the Coulon's face in his head. "I mean, yes, I'd love to-," Stan stopped himself, shutting his mouth before he could ramble onwards. "Sorry. I was just worrying; lets go to bed,"
Querl: The female Coulon was lying on the ground, in a similar state to that of what Querl did when he first entered this room. Slowly sitting up, she turned her head to face the other woman, "It has been explained to me, that my attitude towards you is not needed and lessons your happiness. I apologise," she said with her usual monotone voice. "As an act, I offer you my shield ring," she stated as she twisted the odd looking ring from her hand.
"Everything is all right, my bond-mate. I merely needed to speak to D'karr about a troubling matter with my new assistant. I believe it will be rectified soon," The green boy responded as he held the other man's hand out of the room. "...Do you wish for me to perform wake up program level six on you tonight?"
Stan: Zoroe watched the Coulon skeptically, tucking a stray lock of smooth hair behind her ear. Taking a deep breath, the pilot closed the distance between the two. She took a moment to weigh the outcome of holding a grudge towards the other...and knew it would produce nothing good, for herself or her crewmates. "I accept your apology..." The pilot eyed the object, brow arched. "What is a 'shield ring'?"
"Alright," Stan absentmindedly ran his thumb along the boy's hand as they interlocked, throwing a glance down at Querl as they walked. "I thought we were going to sleep," He teased, lips curving into a wry smile.
Querl: "It is a scientific device meant to stop physical as well as light based attacks," The female Coulon stated as if it were obvious as she gently pushed it onto the other's finger. Upon doing so, she pulled her hand back, "like so," she murmured before her fist flew forwards towards the pilot's chest. However, instead of meeting fabric, Andreah's fist stopped a few milometers from her chest, a quiet buzz emanating from the spot.
"I am not tired yet...I believe a bit of exercise will assist in that though," Querl responded as the two walked down corridors and towards their room. "Stan, as always, I am yours to command... I have seen that other species have special 'fetishes' during sexual intercourse... Do you have any of those?" He asked, somewhat ignorant of what he was talking about.
Stan: The pilot raised a brow at the deflected blow, impressed by the technology's effectiveness. "Thank you..." Zoroe turned her gaze to the ring, wary eyes dancing across the device. Although highly advanced in their technology, the pilot had yet to witness the species defend themselves without use of their tech. Musing to herself over the lack of brutal aggression in the Coulon, Zoroe tapped a talon to the ring curiously. "I am not sure I will need this more than you, though," Skeptically, the woman regarded Andreah.
Stan's faced heated at mention of the activity, muffling a surprised laugh with the back of his spare hand. The captain opened the door, allowing the smaller to enter first. Sheepish at the prospect, his hands plucked at the loose strings of his shirt hem. "Between avoiding...well, people, on Earth and traveling with this lot," The hybrid paused, jerking his thumb in the direction of the remainder of the ship's inhabitants. "I'm...I never really thought about that sort of thing, honestly,"
Querl: Andreah's raised an eyebrow at that, arms wrapped behind her back at this point, "I do believe that to be an insult. I am unsure if its based on my 'superior complex' or your belief that you are more capable of physically defending yourself instead of me." Continuing to looking up at the alien female, she took a step back, as if to challenge Zoroe.
"Bond-mate, if ever one of those 'fetishes' enters your mind, I ask that you tell me so that I may make you happy with it," the little green boy responded as his hand exited Stan's and his bottom landed on the edge of the bed. However, before he could talk more on the subject, he rose a small eyebrow at what his mind had finally understood. His emotions, it seemed, slowed the better parts of his mind to human levels. "Captain, may in enquire as to why you avoided those on Earth? I would not think that they would be able to tell that you were any different from an average human."