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“That's just as well,” Rosalind said nodding, “We don't want to be involved either, an' we're wantin' na bring in as few as possible.” She'd come to the conclusion that she liked the woman. Blunt and to the point; she didn't waste time. Formalities were not Rosalind's strong suit, and she appreciated others bearing that sentiment. The touch on the shoulder took her by surprise, and she felt herself unwillingly jerking up. Something about the woman's appearance made her think she would hurt anyone she touched, yet she operated a dataslate without its melting. There was no reason why she shouldn't be able to. She wondered if the plasma had the possibility of ever hurting anyone, just as her fire did, and if it was simply a matter of mental control. Then, biology and the inner-workings of obscure alien species were not her forte. Machines were. “All I can say, doc, es that I'm thankful you're 'ere.”

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Magali watched as Shaldag's groaning form was transferred from the arms of the Terskix to a stretcher by people who would be taking care of him. He was going to make it, and Atrix wasn't going to be shot today. Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing she was still trying to decide, but Atrix seemed to like her and she was associated with the felis that had saved her and Nokra from the bonds of slavery. He now had the chance to be something other than a fighter for others' amusement, and, she supposed the same could be said for her and her dreams. But, what did those consist of? She'd never given it thought, never entertained that hope. She stood there, lost on what to do or say. Imperial Clearances? Those sounded like things Master needed to deal with when taking she and Nokra anywhere off of Hazoo. Then, they were expected to stay quiet and hidden, but then, when one is bound the latter isn't up to them. She was placed in the precarious position of being one unknown by the larger galactic government, a non-person as far as identifications went. She and Nokra both were in this position.

Rosalind's lips pressed into a thin line, “Ah'm not sure we can do that. Ye see, the felis, excepting the brunette male dun' 'ave identifications. They're recently freed slaves and'll get their identifications on a later date. Atrix's likely t'not 'ave 'ers either as she's no longer directly workin' with the Empire.” The news should be good for them, as a Terskix without the Empire was significantly less of a threat. Still dangerous, but easily isolated and taken down without the threat of others at her back. “Et's up to you, Atrix. D'ye 'ave yer paperwork?”

Fikri pat his pockets, thankful that he'd kept his identification on him essentially since he got it. Pulling out the small card just in case it was asked of him. He didn't know how the entire thing would work with legitimate wanted criminals in their midst, and if this Dr. Analoka did take note of the names of all of those on board she could easily report them. If Ashi's being a bonafied princess wasn't enough, then Riola's being a bonafied terrorist, Mendez being a missing person, and Atrix's just existing might. He hoped Atrix would continue on the trend of well-behaved. They might waive any predispositions to betrayal. He watched as the medical personnel rushed to get the two injured in their respective pools, feeling his id in his fingers, slick against the tips. It was, after all, only a couple of galactic years old, and he hadn't needed to use it much. Still, the likeness of the felis was from a very different time. The felis on the card was smiling broadly, even after being told smiling for pictures was an old Earthen tradition. But, he couldn't contain himself. His getting his identification meant that he was no longer a non-person to the state and that he was a free man. That day was full of hope for a promising future, even if it was just a modest one working with Rosalind.

Ashi watched with wide eyes as the Star Woman approached her with waggling fingers. She couldn't help but think of Toka, yet the two of them couldn't be more different, cemented in image only by their unique looking species. The peculiar head cock sent a shiver down Ashi's spine, and for a moment, she wondered if she was recognized. Then she remembered her condition. She was covered in blood, and she was sure her normal pearly whites were now that dull crimson to brown of old blood as she hadn't had a chance to get cleaned. Coupled with the fact that by now it was common knowledge that she was dead, the chances of her actually recognizing the princess was lessened. Ashi cleared her throat, nodding, “Thank you. If...if you are the one in charge, please give first priority to Shal. But I'm sure you knew that already, huh?” Ashi mustered a smile, but it came out warped through a grimace. “Thank you for taking us in on such short notice...”