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[Phantom]

"Well, uh, would you like to see my home? It isn't much over here, but it's still my home. Maintained by a friendly Rouge Trader." Dariel holds Thera's hand.

((I hereby declare this Bay 12: A Space Opera.))

[Twi]

((What? But we don't sing! Operas are entirely sung!))
"Sure." Thera smiles.

[Tellemurius]

((yea man you're looking for the SOAP OPERA section))

[Taricus]

"An AI to help run the ship"

((Bay 12 space opera, now 50% anthro))

[Phantom]

((Oh fine. Baystation 12: A Space Love Story.))
Dariel blinks over to his residence on Cadia, it consists of a relatively large house at the end of a zig-zagging road. Inside, marble makes up most of the building. A large bed lies upstairs, along with a view of the street.
"It's not much, but still home."

[Tellemurius]

((oh no we are not accociating areselves to THAT hell hole))

[Taricus]

((Bayship 12 ))

[Twi]

"Bad idea," Kata says. "Then you have the potential of it going haywire. I like it the way it is."
--
Thera smiles.
"Looks nice."

[Taricus]

"Eh, you treat it with respect and we'll be fine, but it's your desicion"

[Phantom]

Dariel seems to frown when he notices a cabinet defiled, clothes and paper thrown everywhere. He also notes the sound of activity outside.

Berkar meanwhile tests out the Banshee's new plasma cannons.

[Twi]

"This is my ship," Kata says. "I know what's best for her."
---
Thera sighs and says, "Maybe we should clean up and/or get to a part that isn't visible from the street..."

[Phantom]

"Hold on..."
Dariel grabs the papers, while voices are heard outside. He grabs Thera and blinks them to a tropical island, outside an old bar.
"Huh, back on the island. Been a long time..."

[Twi]

"I heard everyone killed each other or something horrible like that," Thera says. "Does anyone still live here?"

[Taricus]

"Right, you don't mind if I work on the guns?"

[Twi]

"That you can do," Kata replies.