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<div><span class="gmail_quote">On 10/10/07, <b class="gmail_sendername">Matt Ashley</b> <<a href="mailto:helvorn@yahoo.com">helvorn@yahoo.com</a>> wrote:</span>
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<div>Kat thinks a minute before replying. "I trust them. I haven't seen any mistreatment of any kind. Some of more skitish then others. Some, like Karl keep their opinions to themselves. On a professional note (her profession that is), they are all healthy and should be around for a long time. We look out for each other. I've been on shore leave with some of them and even though we have cross species, it's been fun and they are part of the family. Don't let that fool you. The Vargr are still vargr and do their prestige bit. They know when they need to get serious and when they can let go a bit."
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<div>She looks over at Boris with a serious look. "In all honesty, this group is more of a family to me then some I've had. I might play the flighty doctor and in truth I do have fun and don't normally go by all those regs that keep the captain standing up so straight. Mess with me in my medbay and it will be the last thing you remember for a long time. Mess with the ship and you won't be around to remember anything. I believe it might be safe to say that most, if not all, have a similar feeling. If you're looking for a place you can belong for a bit, then you might have found it. Karl left on a wrong note. He should have told us first. It's not the fact that he left, it's how he did it. All of us have been out in space for a bit, we know crew come and go. Treat everybody like how you want to be treated and you should do ok."
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<p>She pauses and takes a sip of her kaff. "Now, what should the crew know about YOU I figure that they will start to pump me for some information since they know I've spent the most time with you so far." Kat grins and looks at Boris.
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<div>( Yes, he still has the Russian accent. It is just far easier to write normal)</div>
<div>"I have done many thigns in the last few years. Some of which I not proud of even though they kept food on my plate. These I will not discuss. Mostly I like machines better then people. They never lie to me. I am good at all the things normal Marines can be expected to be good at. I have kept up those skills even when the job has not called for them."
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<div>Seeing Montez and seeing that the Dr is unconcerned he relaxes a bit. </div>
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<div>"As for a home. I do not hope for such yet. It is far too soon for that. I do take my contract, and the people I work with seriously though."</div>
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<div>Boris runs a hand through his short hair and looks like he is a bit embarressed to have said so much and looks down at his feet for a few seconds.</div></blockquote></font></div></div><br></span>Montez finishes his examination of the hotel services. He saunters over to Kat and Boris.
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<div style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif">Nodding to Boris; "I see you've survived the doctor. Did she use the normal instruments on you or the cold ones she saves to terrorize our ship's engineer?" He laughs and wags his tail.
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<div style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif">"Now Doctor, I hope you've been good to Mr. Boris here. Otherwise I'll just have to return this interesting package that I picked up with your name on it out in town." He holds up a medium package wrapped in what looks like red silk tied with black string. There is a logo of some sort on the package that is hard to make out.
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<div>Kat tries to hide her curiousity but fails. She straigtens up and looks at the package. "For me? What is it? Where did it come from?" She tries a distraction method of reaching to pull his tail with one hand while trying to get the package with the other. Looking over at Boris she grins. "See how sneaky our Vargr can be? They tease a poor defenseless doctor just trying to make an earnest living with tantalizing tidbits. What's a woman to do."
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