Good Days

Lightwave shook his head at Neatnik.

"No. I was never born royalty, I was born after my mother had given up the throne. I could march in there, do a blood test, and succesfully demans to be king, but no one would respect me. The selfish king. No, instead i must prove myself a worthy hero beforehand." He then turned to Mex.

"They are a beauty. It's why the Solarians worship and pray to them. Also Ross, some fish would be great."
 
Ross says to Mix "just tell me what you want."
Ross asks Lightwave "how shoed the fish be prepared?"
Fi starts to prepare for a making fish.
Ross is unaffected by the fact Lightwave is some noble or the fact that Artic is a little harsh.
 
"I do not require your attempts to feed me." Artic said coldly. She listened to the others and her ears twitched slightly. "Royalty means that you are well protected. Your bloodline means nothing to me. Your people seem to not wish to be around your presence if you must redeem yourself first. You sound like a, quite frankly, pathetic ruler or your people are foolish to follow someone of your bloodline. Alas, congratulations on being someone that is important to your people. I wish you all of luck to prosper your species and not be eradicated by a more advance one."

Artic smiled under her mask and gently began to brush the fur on her tail, her bright blue markings seemingly glowing the more 'happy' she got. She seemed a little uncomfortable but she came off as confident. She thought she was being friendly.

"I suppose we must tell each other a little about ourselves." Artic cleared her throat. "As you know I am Artic from Planet Thermia. I come from a place where friends are only trivial and tend to cause much controversy. I am not very fond of 'friends' but I suppose you all have some uses in combat. If all else fails, you can easily suffice as a kind of shield to aid me in this mission. Sacrifices might have to be made after all." Artic gently cleaned out the fur from her adored tail. "Let's... how do friends say? Work together? Yes, work together! ...But do not get in my way, I cannot be held responsible for any injuries you will obtain. This is the start of a blooming friendship, I suppose."
 
Mex took a moment to think of a food to consume right now. “Well.” Mex finally spoke. “I prefer if you can bring me some meats. Although, I will eat anything you give me, so it does not matter what you fix for me.”

Mex raised a brow of Artic's response to Lightwave. Was that an insult to his family? Why did Artic ended on a high note for success after being ill-mannered earlier? 

"Back on my planet." Mex said to Artic. "Such language you are spewing would result a beating! You’re Artik, right?” Mex mispronounced her name. “The Chief Commander guy said that we should be working together, not having our lives thrown. With an attitude like that, you will not make it that far in the future...” Artic's tone and voice annoyed him a bit.
 
"Friends don't do that kind of thing at all." Damara deadpanned. "You won't have a team for long if you think that would be a good idea to do. Not like I'd let you get your mitts on me to begin with. I'm all for working together, but not like that-- If only one of us comes back alive, I'm pretty sure they'd fail the last one standing, even if the mission was a success." Her tone was a mix of annoyance and surprise. You'd have better luck ripping that tail of yours off than trying to nab me for a shield. Damara thought.

"Like the dude said, we gotta trust each other if we don't wanna die out there. It was the only way people on the rougher territory of Monocularia could survive. I would rather die with people I trust than die betrayed like that," Damara crossed her arms and looked at Artic with a stern glare. "I'll let it slide this time 'cause you just got a wrong idea of what friends are for."
 
"You still have royalty in you, prince Lightwave." Neatnik said, then realizing he had done it again. "I hope you don't mind me calling you that. It's an old habit. I can't get rid of it. My only purpose in life is to serve and protect the loyalties. As my friend would say, it's been programmed into our heads."

He looked over at Artic, also not happy with her attitude. "If we are now sharing the facts of our planet, Insults to the royalty on Contrunga would result in dismemberment. Then they would feed you to the larves... "
 
"I suppose I need work on this...'friendship' you all speak of." Artic didn't seem at all phased by the annoyance of the others but looked as if she didn't understand their anger. She tilted her head at what they had to say. She seemed to take things a bit too seriously because she was never exposed to such things. Due to her strict upbringing and high manners, she always came off rude or entitled when she wasn't trying to. She knew this would be very hard for her to grow used to.

"I did not speak ill of this ruler. I simply believe he's not suited for his people if he needs to prove himself. Perhaps all your planetary customs are a bit more primitive than what I have grown used to. The rulers of my world were to be respected and honored or death will surely come. Errmm... I suppose they are not the best examples for you to comprehend. They did eradicate the mountain dwellers on our 5th moon for transparent reason of 'silky fur' and 'glassier' markings. It is not... 'hip-hop cool'." Artic used her hands to make air quotes. "That is a slang we friends say to show our detest on a subject, yes?"
 
Ross thinks "Mex wants meat any, kind, any way." Fi starts to cook defend kinds of meat almost like a good size sample platter for Mex. Wrath moves to were Fi is.
Ross says nicely "To be truthful you may need to work on your wording Artic."
 
"This is the exact reason why I need to prove myself." Lightwave said to Artic. "Because if I went and claimed the throne now, everyone would be upset at how I did it and the way I did it. Besides, like I said, the only time I was royal was when I was in the womb. I grew up a commoner." He turned to Neatnik.

"It's okay, I don't mind too much but it'll take some getting used to since I do intend to skip straight to king..." He whispered to himself, "Or maybe even Grand Master King..." He then turned to Ross.

"Surprise me on the fish."
 
"Then I shall refer to you as King Lightwave." Neatnik stated. Had he got a normal mouth he could have smiled. It wasn't easy to tell his expression because his face structure simply wasn't designed to show them. People from other races misunderstood his feelings all the time.

He looked at Artic and shrugged. "Primative, as in savage? I agree. Our culture is brutal. But we are used to it. I wouldn't have realized it was bad had I never left."
 
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