http://8wings.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere 2011-07-09 03:13 am (UTC)

She had never really asked if there was someone in particular that Howard had been looking for, when he headed home. But now that he was here instead of home, well, she would have to see what she could do.

She subvocalized a series of commands to Horanckk, and with his usual grumplings he activated another part of himself (the spheres were only focuses of his attention his code moved freely between the ships, looking out of every camera, listening at every microphone. He was everywhere, keeping her safe) and got to work.

"Fair enough. And you'd prefer to eat under gravity, I suppose?" The room she took them to was large, cafeteria-like, with metal plates and utensils that clicked magnetically against the tables when you dropped them. There was slices of something like chicken, heaps of steamed purple vegetables, bread rolls, oil and salt, and glasses of water or a frothy yellow drink that smelled like a butterscotch milkshake with a tinge of lemongrass. Anwei took a seat, and a fruit from the bowl at the table, and invited Howard to help himself.

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