Characters involved are: Reoite (RED), Tsukai (ORANGE), Collin (GREEN), Asher (BLUE), Brin (INDIGO), Luka (VIOLET), Sigurd (PINK),
Logged by Brin

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Fort Jasper, Briefing Room(#2642RCJ)
The briefing room is large with a light atop each of the many exits. There are rows of seats for people to sit and pay attention and from each exit an aisle goes down towards the middle structure. Some steps from each side leads to a podium with a large view screen atop for all to see. One can go <north>, <west>, <east> or <south> to exit the room.
Contents:
Collin
Luka

Collin looks over the array of food-- you can almost see the youth's jaw drop. He immediately lifts two or three plain donuts from the collection, taking a napkin up between two fingers, and heads for a chair, taking a large bite out of one, giving a quick chew-and-swallow, and sets it in his mouth to pull said chair back for himself to sit, dropping the napkins down on the table to put the nice donut goodness upon.
This place...is where it all happened. The beggining of what Brin hopes will be an end to the pointless hostility, and the start to something new. Looking Mildly surprised that someone would be here this early, he stops as soon as he enters. Pondering the siruation, he smiles, just a little, as he speaks. "Not interrupting anything, am I?" he smiles at Luka, and the person he does not know, across the table.
Sigurd has connected.
Luka shakes her head without even hesitating, looking up only to note who had entered. "Of course not, Brin," she laughs, nodding the man over to where the breakfast had been stacked next to the odd map or two. "Coffee? Have you been sleeping well?" she adds idly, stretching and searching to her side for a glass for Brin's use. Such a terrible faux-pas of manners, to not stand up from where she sits upon the table to greet--oh, it is hardly anything to worry about. So she does not. "Any complaints to the dry-cleaning services?" she adds then to the Etone, a wry tease lightening her voice at humor still lingering in memory.
Milk! Fish! Milk and Fish! Fish and Milk! ... Reoite drops from the sleeve of Brin's robe, and leaps atop the back of one of the chairs surrounding the conference table. Milk? Fish? He peers about the table, seeing if there is anything to be pounced upon, the two aggressors sitting at the table forgotten for now, as he looks to more important things. He is -staaaarving-.
Collin looks up from his steaming hot holy holding (alliteration!) with a blink, his cheeks also puffed with the bulk of a donut. Quite an amusing sight, actually. He chews hurriedly and swallows, chasing it down with a large gulp of his coffee and a quick wipe across his mouth with the napkin to pick up the excess crumbs, smiling politely at Brin and nodding, holding the last bite of the pastry in hand, leaned over the table a bit almost as if to inhale the steam from the mug being set back down on the table.
Tsukai has connected.
Brin smiles, and gives a low chuckle, and what mere hint of tension was there, is now gone. "None. I wouldn't have asked you, if I had known..."...he indicates the base. For Brin, the idea of tasks being below people still bears a lot of meaning for him, except when appiled to himself, of course. He gets the joke, of course, and smiles. "It has an additional resident now, however...", and as if on cue, he spot Reoite, who has taken up a position atop the chair, and Brin winces. "...whom...you have just met...". He walks over, and quicly sweeps Reoite off the top of the chair. "Behave, you." he intones, as he scratches Reoite behins his ears, and takes a seat.
Luka only laughs once more, teeth flashing visible in how honestly amused she is by the entire situation. "I offered, and it was important at the time... truly, I enjoyed the task. Now, coffee for you, and your..." she blinks down at the cat who has taken up a certain position in the room, "friend?" Will the cat explode? Hopefully not. And Khiea's touch of Ether does not seem present... all right. "Some milk? We have cream as well, although it was meant for the coffee. Oh, and please have some breakfast," she adds, and then nods to Collin. "This is Collin, a student in the Jugend Academy and quite good conversation... Collin, this is Brin, a very steadfast Etone and a kind-hearted man." And this is Luka, who is having her coffee. All is well in the world.
Reoite emits a low growl, as he is denied his lookout point. The growl turns to a purr as he feels Brin scratching his ears. Big robey guy, you complete me.
Collin raises his hand in a wave to Brin, smiling as he downs the last bite of the first donut. In an almost trademark swallow-while-whole manuver, he quickly follows the food with a sip of drink, and speaks. "Ah, er, good morning." He settles back in his chair a bit comfortably...
Brin blushes noticeably. Praise is not something he is used to. "Why, thank you....and I think Reoite will have some milk, if you've got some spare?..." he looks down at the only half-pacified cat in his lap. "...before he smites me..." he smiles, and tickles the cat under the chin. Remembering his manners, he looks back up at Collin "Good morning, Collin. How are you?", and he reaches for a donut. A plain one, of course, as one needs to stay in shape. Self-denial, my eye.
Collin nods a bit, tilting his head. He's actually the rather pleasant sort, as Luka's seen already... he takes a quick swig of coffee and nods a bit. "I'm doing alright... just woke up a little earlier than I usually do..." he starts, turning his gaze to Luka as he lifts his second donut, grinning slightly, "... and then struck the legendary Coffee Sense. But anyway, how about yourself?"
Luka nods and shifts the direction of her hand to one of the more shallow bowls, not setting down the coffee cradled against her stomach with the other. "Reoite? What a lovely name," she replies mildly, pouring for the cat and nudging it forward in an offering to the feline. Rather than strike forward into the conversation any further--what need did she have to attempt to dominate it instead of letting Brin and Collin possibly fall into a point of mutual discussion--the doctor but smiles and relaxes back, sipping from her own mug and watching the cat.
Brin smiles. "I'm fine. Getting used to new surroundings. New hopes. It is an exciting time...". He takes a bite from the Donut. So, that's how the Nisan Cafe does so well. They have excellent food, and they're keeping Fort Jasper alive. He smiles a little at this. "Have you been at the fort long? I'm still getting lost all the time"., and the smile widens,
Asher has connected.
Reoite crouches, and regards Luka suspiciously. This one gives me milk. She will be spared. Never being one to presume, however, he gradually draws closer, never taking his eyes off Luka's, until he is lapping gently at the milk in the bowl.
Collin shakes his head a bit, his smile not breaking for a slight moment. "I've actually gotten fairly accustomed to the facility, even if I haven't been here for a great length of time. It's a little unusual, but the scenery's nice." he says, the smile widening some as his head tilts forward, bangs shadowing his eyes as he munches the second donut, taking a few large bites, this time actually chewing before swallowing whole. He takes a quick swig afterward, the bottom of his mug near. "But I suppose it is a little easy to find yourself lost in here..."
Asher walks in, still half-asleep. Rubbing his sinuses a bit as he enters, he looks up, and the highly observant can notice him hesitate a moment upon seeing Luka. He doesn't let it show, however, and walks over towards the row of desks, checking the small slot under each one normally used for keeping speeches and notes. "Sorry for interrupting." he says as he searches. "Don't mind me, I left some forms in here last night by accident...I'll go as soon as I get them."
A loud groan echoing through the hallway reveals that Tsukai is once again lost. He realizes where he is, at the very least, but that doesn't make it any easier for him to get back to where he was headed. He peeks into the door, and seems about to talk when the aroma of coffee catches his attention - he still wears his pajammas too. He'd made it to the bathroom but not back to his room to get dressed. "Good morning..."
A gentle nudge behind Tsukai urged the young guard to step more completely into the room, followed by a sleepy, but smiling pirate. "It makes one wonder if I'm the only one around here that hasn't gotten lost in this place." Oh shush, Sigurd, you have your Nomadic sense of being able to form a 'map' in your head of where you've been so you never get lost. It was, after all, fatal to get lost out in the desert, and how much easier was it to map linking hallways than it was to map ever-changing dunes? Ah, the advantages of one's heritage, it ever made him thankful to have that. But! How rude, Sigurd, do offer a polite nod to those already assembled, as polite as possible in his current state of informality. Indeed, he hadn't expected to many people to be up and about... Luka he had expected, but not Brin, Asher, or the other man he had not met. "Good morning." Then a little, amused smirk was given to Tsukai. "Did you ever go back to bed, little one?" Such familiar titles, certainly not something expected between an Aveh soldier and a known 'rebel'. However, he didn't linger, heading directly over to the cabinets he saw Luka use a few hours earlier this morning to dig out the cider that was necessary to wake up... They had their coffee, let him have his precious cider.
The voice of Asher in particular catches Luka's attention over the conversation already tenatively in flow, causing the doctor to look up quickly from her admiration of the cat. "No, no," she says calmly, but firmly. "You don't have to worry... everyone's just here having breakfast." A flicker of tension along one cheek, along the polished mirror that is her mind--is she blaming herself -again- for something? perhaps that stress exists somewhere, with someone--and then it is gone. Luka's voice gentles itself further past its own mild tones. "Enjoy some coffee, Asher. Enjoy some breakfast." And then she drops her eyes, drinking her coffee once more and distracted now by Tsukai to smile once in sympathy to those who attempt to navigate Jasper's halls. "Coffee, Tsukai? And... ah, you've already found the cider, Sigurd." A bit of recovery for the doctor back in the fields of nurture and tending those who hungered. "I'm glad that the Nisan Cafe has been such a good sport about providing us with so many pastries... I think I'm going to have to live there, I swear. They're addictive. The coffee too." So spoken, so sipped. And then Luka searches for yet another cup for the errant Aveh guard.
Collin slowly rises from his seat as he finishes the last of the coffee in his mug, making his way toward the coffee pot like a man on a mission. The coffee must be his! For all that is sacred and holy in this world! The veil of sleep is lifted from his face and shoulders as he makes his way toward the brew, though he left his last donut and a half unguarded from those that would dare touch his breakfast pastries...
The sudden barrage of people, for that is what it was, almost startles Brin. What was a quiet conversation was quickly becoming a babble, and Brin smiles. Those that might have been at each other's throats not a week ago are now wandering around in their jim-jams, and having coffee. How quaint. He nods slightly to Sigurd, and regards the two others he has not met carefully, committing thier faces to memory. Now if only he had names to complete th association...
Reoite notices Luka's sudden lack of interest in him, and siezes the moment, digging his face right into the shallow bowl, and drinking, lapping up milk for all he is worth, and loving every drop of it, as he finishes it off in record time, the plate scraping along the table, as he coaxes the last drop from every nook and cranny. He looks up, and instanly freezes. Outnumbered! I must flee! He scampers underneath Brin's seat, and regards the newcomers suspiciously.
Asher has connected.
Asher looks up, shaking his head. "No thanks...never liked coffee that much anyway....not all that hungry either." This is all slightly distracted, as he walks along the room checking for the forms left last night. "HAH! Here we go." he says triumphantly as he spots the small stack of off-white forms, his retirement notice....as well as all the related package. Currently, he was just hoping they would give him a good name. He wanted the package in full, but living out one's remaining days as someone thought up by Solaris Intelligence, much less poorly thought up, was something of a bother. Almost certain no one would bother him, Asher sits down right at the desk, getting out a pen. There was still plenty of work to be done.
Asher has disconnected.
Unawares of the grisly fate of those who would touch the pastries, Tsukai innocently plucked the last donut from the plate, and nodded acceptance for the cup of coffee. "Yes ma'am. That would be wonderful..."
Fetching the cider and a mug, Sigurd poured the deep amber liquid until the mug was full, then replaced the bottle and placed the mug in the microwave, turning and leaning on the counter to watch the rest of them curiously as the machine warmed his drink. He would watch for now, curious, and not awake enough to trust himself in conversation.
Luka pours for Tsukai, blinking in a mental note to herself to fetch more donuts from the cafe before the next shift of those who hungered trailed in. Ah, well--there was always the stash of bagels and croissants around still. She absently extends the mug to Tsukai, glancing about to wonder which introductions had been made and which had not. With so many people eating and drinking in various degrees, her laminated maps made for poor placemats. Or didn't they? They were not terribly world-threatening or important, and the ideas borne with them could always be spoken about with Brin and Sigurd later. "Milk and sugar, Tsukai? I'm sorry that the layout is so confusing... does anyone think that a better guidance system would help visitors? I know that Har mentioned something like that..." Right along with babbling about bouncing furry basketballs off of walls and having Sir Hops-a-Lot serve him coffee. Hm. "Or any other ideas to help make this place a bit more friendly to those unfamiliar with it?"
Collin steps up next to Luka, waiting patiently for his oppertunity to strike at--err, pour himself, that is, a fresh mug of coffee. He waits patiently, his small smile not wavering even for a slight moment.
Brin shakes his head gently, and he is fine. Happy enough to simply observe now, as he is wont to do. "Slightly better signage might be an idea, perhaps. If only temporary..." he volunteers, then reverts to his silence, his composure only disturbed when Reoite quietly slinks back up to his lap, and into his sleeve.
Asher works busily on his notice, going thoroughly through each point as it comes and filling it out to the best of his ability. Ignoring all else. How else would he get through it?
Shaking his head at the offer, Tsukai accepted his coffee black. He blew on it once before he sipped, both hands on the cup and the donut ringed on two fingers. "Don't worry about it - I'm sure I'll learn my way around before too long. However... for newer visitors a guidance system would be a blessing." Absently he plunges his donut into his coffee, plunging it up and down once or twice before he takes a bite. "Thank you for your concern, ma'am. It means a lot to me." Solid black eyes turn about the room to try and sort out familiar faces, but he smiles even for those he does not know.
"My idea of a guidance system is signs scribbled in marker and taped to the walls stating what's where, so I think I'm out of this conversation if anything more technical is involved." Lightly spoken, Sigurd chuckles a little, then glances to the microwave as it beeps at him and proceeds to remove the warmed cider. 'Food' aquired, he heads over to pull up a seat at the table, careful of the maps, looking at them over the rim of his mug as he sips. He had yet to be told what on earth these were for. Ever curious, he taps an area of desert and murmurs something under his breath in an exotic language that can only be described as the source of his ever-present accent, speaking again a moment after, slightly clearer. "Ever been to the oasis near here? It's really beautiful." Okay, fine then, just -completely- change topic.
Luka casts a concerned look to Asher once more through all the pleasantries, sighing only softly through the conversation as it rises and turns and falls in its own measure. "Thank you, Tsukai. It's nice to see someone sent here from Aveh after all, and someone who cares..." This strikes her attention, and--work never rests, does it--she nods towards Brin while offering to pour for Collin. "Brin, have you met Tsukai?... there's an oasis?" Apparently so. Luka glances down to the area tapped by Sigurd, interest reawakened in her own work. "I'd love to go there... I'm more worried right now," she sighs, "in realizing which areas are all right to travel and which are not, keeping the territories of the nomads in mind. I'd wanted to talk to you about that, actually... but whenever you feel up to it," she laughs. "You and Brin both. And everyone who has an interest, really."
Collin nods with a small smile, extending his cup to Luka. His mannerisms are apoloigetic, as if he would've poured for himself instead of putting the young woman out of her way. Ah well, go with what you can get, right? He looks about slowly for the milk and sugar, as if to beat her to the proverbial punch.
Brin looks up, and rounf to Tsukai. "Well, hello Tsukai. How does this morning find you?" he intones, in his standard greeting voice, which, while being his tandard greeting voice, is always sincere.
Asher keeps on filling out the form. Requested profession: Forester. Requested place of origin: Kislev. It was all so formal...as if building a life were easy to them. How easy..he wondered...would it be to destroy his own...No, no need to think about that now. Worry about it when the pod people come to eat your brains. He gives a wry half-smile as he stares at the paper, relaxing, a bit at least. It was better than how he had been.
Tsukai juggles his donut and coffee into one hand to offer the other to Brin. "The morning finds me well, Sir..." Long ebon bangs fall into his eyes, and he gives a little half-shake of his head to try and remove them. No such luck. "It is a pleasure to meet you." He favors Brin with a smile - Tsukai doesn't know the meaning of insenscere...
Sigurd nods faintly to Luka's wish to know where the Nomads roamed. "I can make an overlay for the map that will show vaguely where the territories are, but they won't be completely accurate. The tribes are always squabbling over who gets what part of the desert. Usually each oasis has one kind of tribe. Mine was around here." While pausing to sip his cider, he traced a lazy circle around the area south and slightly east of Bledavik, rather close to the ocean. "I'm not even sure they exist anymore... Shakhan's not been kind to the nomads." A slightly bitter edge to his tone, but the bitterness was kept confined to -only- his tone, his expression remaining light and open. Ah, it seemed stoicism wasn't the only mask he could hide truth behind. A curious glance lifted to Brin and Tsukai, then to Asher, wondering.... He'd introduce himself to Collin when the man was finished and settled back down in one spot.
Luka nods, seriousness crossing her face as the matter at hand in her mind is at least partially addressed. And hence, Luka allows Collin to choose his own measures of milk and sugar--it was best that way, after all. She gives the Jugend student a smile, and then uncaps a felt pen to draw a loose green circle around the territory decried by Sigurd. "Whichever space is rightfully theirs, it's best to catch it now--before the Ethos accidently extends digging grounds onto those lands." A tilt of her head to Brin's direction, not wishing to interrupt the conversation already in flow in that locale. "I can ask Erine," what, no title for the Bishopess, Luka? No need to be formal, and Erine does not offer one back except in a kind laugh, "to shift jobs more to the repair of Gears and mechanics in the area, to keep people from unemployment. Whichever is best. Whichever is best..." What could be a mantra trails off, and Luka sighs to brush back her hair and smile idly in thought.
Collin smiles a bit to the young woman as he decides the amount, not quite to the 'just right' satisfaction... he needs pure, unbridaled caffinated power. However, since he really doesn't want to literally bounce off the walls of the facility, he settles for a medicore amount of milk and a couple spoonfuls of sugar, giving it a quick, brisk stir and a nice long sip. He peers at the map glancingly as he heads back to his seat, however...
Brin only smiles, and takes Tsukai's hand in a firm shake. Part of his smile is from the thought that he has absolutely no idea who Tsukai is. Rebel? Solarian soldier? Someting else? Who knows? And no-one seemed to care, either, as great leagues of land are chopped into bits on the table beside him. His attention turns now to this.
Tsukai follows his attention as well, absently dunking and eating his donut alternately until it's gone, and he licks the last remnants of coffee soaked crumbs from his fingers, keeping his coffee well away from the maps, laminated or not.
Sigurd doesn't seem too concerned about digging sites. "As long as they stay away from any oasis they come across, they won't be a bother. Nomads are a very... shy race, I guess you could say." Shy? Sigurd? God forbid. He must certainly get his... ah... 'outgoing' personality from his father's side. "As long as the workers don't act aggressively if they -do- run across one of the tribes, there should be no trouble. The desert is large, and we -- they know they have to share." No longer we, he shouldn't consider himself part of the tribes anymore. He knew the language and the traditions, yes, but he was too different now. Or was he.
Luka plays with the uncapped marker on some stray corner of the desert, drawing an arc while she thinks and sips from her mug. "Tsukai... Brin, you both have interests here. Should definative territories be drawn for the nomads? Or would that only provoke people further cutting back on them and placing them in a disadvantegous position?" She muses over this, and then looks to Collin. "Collin... may I ask, what is your specialty of study in classes?" What she wouldn't give for a Tactics specialist. "We could simply lay down desert law like that, but I'm more worried about individuals attempting to strike out on their own accord... Sigurd, you don't think the nomads will blame larger groups for such things, do you?" A pause. "I wish I knew more about them... Aveh is truly so beautiful."
Collin blinks, scratching his head, his smile given way to an expression of confusion. He takes his seat and sets the mug down, seeming to forget their exsistance, at least, for a sacreligious moment. "Ah, I specialized in reconnasance, from my speed and my sneaking ability... but I haven't been outside the testing fields."
Brin stares down at the map. The actual region, he was completely unfamiliar with, only his opinion counted now. "Hmm. I suppose it all really depends on how both the nomads and the -Ethos- would react to being regulated either way..." he looks up at Luka. "I cannot pretend to speak for the Ethos. Perhaps Sigurd might know how the nomads might react to such a thing? I agree that it would be good to map out this, but not at the expense of hostility between any two parties...".
Asher slowly gets up. This was turning into a negotiation...one he didn't want to clutter up doing work he should've been doing on his own time. Gathering up his materials, he starts for the door, only offering a casual "excuse me." at the door as he heads off.
Tsukai ponders for a long moment, leaning back to sip his coffee. "Perhaps not a definitive territory for /each/ nomadic tribe, but a general area for all of them would be better. No matter what they aren't going to accept if we tell them that this land belongs to one tribe and that land belongs to another - they'll continue to argue." Ah, so he isn't as naive as he seems. "And the squabbles are a part of their heritage too..." He gives a sleightly apologetic glance to Sigurd, hoping that he doesn't offend his collegue.
Asher has disconnected.
Sigurd nods lightly to Tsukai, then sets about informing them. "Individuals that lash out at the tribes find themselves incredibly outnumbered and are usually dealt with in accordance to what they do. Nomads may fight among themselves, but if a tribe is threatened by outsiders, the rest of the tribes come to their aid. Consider it like a family. Siblings fight, but if one of them gets picked on, the others will defend them." A little half smirk. "Then they go right back to squabbling." He then shrugs and sits back in his chair, finishing off his cider and tapping the empty mug as he held it in his lap. "Nomads don't hold grudges, if that's what you're asking. Unless you do something incredibly stupid and kill the tribe's Shamaness.... Hn." Lapsing into silence, he expresses his desire to not continue on that topic by keeping his gaze down, and offering a quiet, "They will cooperate. But watch out for the tribe in this area..." Looking up, he leaned foreward just enough to tap an area in the middle of the desert,
... between Bledavik and Dazil. "The nomads around here are a bit more violent, a war-based tribe, that usually keeps all the others in check. They may not take kindly to outsiders showing up and digging through their territory. Understandable, game is scarce in this area, and lots of machinery would only scare off what -is- there."
Something... something about the young man in Jugend threads catches at Luka once more, but she only continues to doodle cross arcs and tiny curves in one corner of the map. "You remind me..." she replies to Collin with a smile--this one a little more off-center than her usual wide benevolancies. "Then, consider this another reconnaissance point. What do you think about the terrain?" As Asher stands to depart, her attention is taken away again with a sigh... one that must be disregarded and turned to other focuses now. "A general one, yes, Tsukai. That's an excellent idea... it's not our business to interfere with their lives--on the contrary, we want to keep from doing that as best we can, without forgetting about their existances and letting others take advantage, or stir up troubles." She switches pens and marks the new area in red. "Circular format, then? Passage allowed so long as no one causes trouble or stirs up activity, save for the most private territories? Although that range should be extended to keep from allowing mapreaders knowledge of which areas the -truly- important places are."
Collin stands and peers at the map with a quick swig of coffee, scratching his head. His eyes narrow but slight as his intent stare slowly traces 'round it... "Hmm... let's see..." he says with a quiet whisper to himself...
Brin nods in agreement. "A general area. Once it can be agreed upon, then I see it as a beter idea..." he looks down at the map. These are people he has never, and probably will never meet. Far be it from him to dictate to them what their territory is.
Tsukai nods acceptingly of Luka's proposal, and finishes the rest of his coffee, heading back to pour himself another cup, and then brew another pot, speaking as he goes. "We'll allow the nomads to police their own lands... if the Nomads find that acceptable that is..." He returns once the coffee starts percolating. "Shakhan has men in there... and the nomads don't seem to like that too much." He leaves it unmentioned that he always returns unharmed from such patrols - the Nomads don't touch him for one reason or another, and he's greatful for it. He really rather wouldn't fight them - out of respect. They lived a far harder life than he - he slept in a castle and hadn't cooked a meal in his life, let alone /caught/ one.
Sigurd nods faintly, then closes his good eye as he ponders a moment, then quietly amends himself. "Do keep in mind, the territories are constantly shifting. I can only give a vague assumption of where they might be located now. Nomads are very difficult to track, as they are not seen if they truely do not wish to be. But in general, I think a circular pattern would suit both sides nicely, as they would be more likely to predict where the next dig would be, and alter their behavior accordingly." His eye snaps open suddenly as a thought comes to him, and he stands, setting his mug on the table. "I just remembered something. Would you all please excuse me for a little while?" Barely waiting for acknowledgement, Sigurd offers a wave and trots out.... Flighty thing, wasn't he.
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"A fluid line," Luka agrees, finishing the strange scribble in the corner without too much interest in actual completion save from boredom. "General territories... that suits all, then." She glances up and nods to Sigurd as the man departs, finally sliding off the table and claiming a chair. Standing up just as quickly again to brew another pot of coffee--it went quickly enough around here, didn't it--Luka looks back to the map. "Nothing to worry about or finalize yet... just something to keep in mind." The gurgle of the coffeepot shows its obedience, and she glances around for the status of the cat once more.
Reoite peers about again, from behind Brin's sleeve. Safe to come out yet? There are less people anyay. So there'll be less of a mess when I destroy them all. He chuckles to himself, as he pokes his head out a bit further.
Brin only nods his assent, as Luka stands. "Yes. General territories, I agree would be the best approach. Far be it from any of us to impose our rule on any individual.". ... Even though you're doing it to an entire race? Stop delusing yourself, Brin. He sits back, as Reoite ventures out onto his lap again.
Tsukai peers inquisitively at the cat that peeks out from Brin's sleeve, then makes note to be very careful how he steps, he sips his coffee, nodding agreeably. "Shall I speak to Shakhan about withdrawing our forces from the nomad territories?"
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Has it been long enough to enjoy thoughts of breakfast and further meanings of peace? Luka touches her ear suddenly as the radios whisper their signals to her, reminding her of other places that demand attention. With a sigh, Luka stands and nods her pardons to Brin and Tsukai. "Yes... I trust your judgement on the subject, Tsukai. Thank you... I'm afraid I must depart for now. If either of you wish to get in contact with me, simply make the request." She flashes a smile--somewhat worn after the weeks of stresses--and takes her coffee with her.
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Brin nods to Luka as she departs, and regards the map with some concern. Taking back the Jasper, a somhow worthy cause, was one thing. Dividing up the world like some sort of cake was another. This required some reflection, and this base provided little conduit for quiet reflection. "I'm afraid I must also excuse myself, Tsukai..." he intines, quietly. "My apologies. I feel we may see a lot more of each other over these coming days...". He stands, performs a gentle bow, and makes his way toward the door.
Tsukai settles into a seat to reguard the map as well. "I look forward to it, Sir. Have a good day."