Empyrean Iris Story Collection Vol. 3

On the Average Day

"Don't you worry yourself doctor, leave it to me and my crew. In the meantime, relax, get comfortable. You are welcome here as long as you wish, and I am sure Dr. Adric will be thankful of your help and company."

Riss nodded his head in agreement walking down the hall with Admiral Vir. He was still wearing the pink coat he had stolen from the station. He had no idea whose it was, all he knew was that he had actually grown rather fond of it. It was very comfortable, and he had no trouble admitting that. Admiral Vir rested a hand on his shoulder.
"What about the Vrul council?"

"I am afraid that is an issue not so easily dealt with right now. We know, and I am drafting a letter to send to the UN president and the GA chairwoman to meet me and see what can be done, but this is bureaucracy and unfortunately that means we can't just go in guns blazin'. So as I said before, rest, relax and get to know the crew a little."

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This request would turn out to be easy enough as the crew was friendly and tended to absorb newcomers like some sort of alien gelatin bent on world domination consuming everything in it's path. And, when they weren't being stalked or hunted or kidnapped or some combination of the three, the crew of the omen had their daily routines and hobbies, which they liked to participate in.

Down in the rec room, Maverick and Ramirez had returned from their training simulations and were now playing videogames. The two of them stood in the large circles, tethered to the ground wearing VR body gear groping around like a couple of old fogies without their glasses.

"Ramirez where are you/" Maverick growled, "We have enemy coming in at two o clock."

"Sorry, just got distracted."

"by what!"

"Your Animated ass looks really good in those tactical pants."

"Lord help me."

"What, just calling it how I see it."

"Does your endless flirting never stop."

Ramirez swung in a circle holding a fake rifle in his hands, "No, no it doesn't. It is an integral part of my personality."

"One of these days I am going to flirt back and watch you die of a heart attack."

He grinned, "But that leaves the open possibility that you might consider flirting with me. Which means deep deep deep deep down, you like me."

"Yeah, I am about as attracted to you as I am to moldy cheese."

"Wow, you really must like moldy cheese, OUCH! You shot me!"

"You were being a dick."

On the other side of the room Jack Wilson, their new xenobiologist had commandeered one of the Finnari to examine =. He was always doing this, going around the ship trying to make friends with the alien so he could get a better look at them. So far he had gotten almost every extraterrestrial accept a Celzex who, despite remaining relatively cordial had no intention of allowing any human or alien to know their physical capabilities, which they planned on keeping to themselves.

Of course, the Finnari had been happy to agree on condition that he get a hug or something, and Wilson had agreed adamantly that if that's what it took he would do it. Now the Finnri was half lounging in his lap, cuddling up to the human as the human spent some time examining one of the Finnari's hands, and drawing diagrams in his notebook. Everyone else could see that the Finnari was just enjoying an excuse to cuddle with someone. The finnari were always making excuses like that, insisting that people looked cold to spend some time stealing warmth from a human. Anyone sitting on the couch and watching a movie was free game.