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"Request permission to land" A strong voice rang out as he sat in his seat. His finger punching in a few commands from the pad as he waited for the confirmation from those in the spaceport, granting him access to land.

"Morpheus VII, Registered to Aeron Nyx. Confirmation Number 27896. You have permission to land Morpheus VII. Welcome to Earth and please enjoy your stay here at the Citadel." The voice rang.

A nod came from the young man with red hair. Punching in the cordinates the Morpheus VII safely landed into the spaceport. Pushing himself up out of his seat he stepped over to a large golden cage that house his most prized..and expensive possession. "Vorbereitet, um Aysel herauszukommen?" (Ready to go Aysel?)

Sitting in the large golden cage sat one of the few Twilian left in the universe. The girl was young with pale skin and dark green hair. A large pair of white wings were bound by a thick leather strap. She seemed lifeless..emotionless as Aeron opened up the cage. Stepping inside to attach a thin chain around her neck. She could feel the tug that he gave her..slowly pushing herself up the young woman followed Aeron. Each one exiting from the ship and into the citadel.

Aeron stepped over to the man managing the port and paid for his stay. Turning he headed out of the Spaceport to examine Earth. His Songbird following close behind him.

Kira wandered into the spaceport, an almost awed expression upon her face. Her widened eyes flicked between everything, trying to take it all in at once. "Wow..." she breathed, exhaling slowly. But she quickly made herself focus, before she lost her motivation to leave. "Alright... now to find someone willing to give me a ride..." She frowned, peering around herself. That looked like it'd be a little hard to manage... No fun.

She wasn't actually anything special, and really had nothing to make her stick out of the croud, or make someone want to keep her around. She was of average height, pale and thin, with black wavy hair and bright blue eyes. There were black cat ears upon her head, along with her human ears, and a black cat tail from her lower back. She wore all black, her hands currently stuffed into her sweatshirt's pockets. She did have fangs, protruding lightly over her lower lip, and claws tipping each finger. There was also a gun hidden out of sight in her jacket, and a dagger more obviously placed on her belt. She wasn't the best at using either though. Her best skill would be her ability to transform, so she could always try to barter her way with that...

A small, sandy blond furred dog flopped on her shoulder, three purple eyes peering around at everything. This might be a little hard. Do you really think someone will just take you with them? The tiny, palm sized dog's voice rang clearly through her head. "Hush," Kira snapped. "I know that already! But I don't want to go home." That said, she continued forward, heading a little closer to the ships. Perhaps she could catch someone trying to leave?

Outside the station, space ripped apart and melded back together again as the Omaha exited hyperspace and headed towards Citadel. Ethan tapped some commands into the keyboard next to his console that sent a message to the station. Encoded in the message was a special code saying he was on government business, granting him immediate clearance to land on the station. Ethan grinned as he received a response telling him landing pad 25 was available. I'm surprised the feds never terminated that code. O well, im not gonna complain Wo'Jula chuckled as he prepped the ship to land. They didnt need to stop here, but Citadel was just another hub of information and money, so it didn't hurt to take a quick stop. Ethan deftly set the Omaha down on its repulsors on the landing pad. The hatch opend and Ethan strode down the ramp, followed by Wo'Jula. Unlike on Atlanteis, the dogs remained inside. They knew where they were and also knew that they were not welcome here, as they had been informed by ESSF officers who had tried to apprehend them and were probably still in the medbay. Wo'Jula touched his comlink and the hatch closed again. He turned to Ethan. We should probably get that company name from Sixtus, and then find out where they are. Ethan nodded and pulled out his comlink. Wo'Jula propped himself against the hull while Ethan made the call. Minutes later, Ethan put the comlink away We got it, But howsabout we go get a drink? Wo'Jula's mandibles split into a grin. Maybe this time we will have a peaceful one They checked their weapons and then began a casual stroll down to the cantina.

Calla blinked. "Well, yeah- Kiah Come. Why do you ask?"

Ophelia growled softly in impatience and grabbed the pilot's sleeve like a small child. "Hurry."

Calla ignored her to all appearances, but placed an arm around the short girl's shoulders to quiet her. "Much as I hate to admit it, I'm kinda in a hurry to pick up a shipment. Listen, here's my number-" Producing a pen from one of her many jumpsuit pockets and seized the stranger's hand before she could protest. Within seconds, Calla released her hand and replaced the pen. Her neat penmanship was bold on the feline woman's skin. "-Give me a buzz in half an hour or so! See ya!"

Ophelia managed to wriggle out of Calla's hug without transforming and started towards the cargo coordinates once more. The pilot happily followed. Maybe another job opporunity! Two in one day- excellent!

As they walked towards the cantina, Wo'Jula noticed someone staring at him. He turned to look at the girl gaping at his gold armor. Can i help you with something? Ethan, hearing Wo'Jula speak and knowing he wasnt talking to Ethan, tensed and turned to see who had warranted a reaction from Wo'Jula. When he noticed it was a young girl with feline features, he relaxed, sensing that she wasn't going to start trouble.

Upon hearing the girl's question, Ethan began to wonder: Odd. I never thought about this before but now it comes up. Wo'Jula, to anyone who doesnt know what happened, looks like a Covenant, If we weren't so lucky that the UNSC doesnt show vids or holos of the enemy, Wo'Jula wouldnt be able to walk around so openly like he does now. We should start being more careful Wo'Jula tensed at the blatant question, but did not lash out, knowing the girl did not realize what it was she was asking. You've heard of the Covenant, yes? I am a Sangheili, or to you outsiders, an Elite. I have been betrayed and exiled by the leaders of the Covenant. The UNSC is my home now. Wo'Jula grew silent and looked into the distance as his eyes blazed with fire at the memory of his banishment and betrayal, and his killing of another Sangheili so that he could retain his sword and his armor. He looked back down at the girl. Does that answer your question?

Kira saw him tense, and hear ears flattened back more firmly, though he didn't yell. Instead he simply replied without even raising his voice, and her ears slowly perked, tilting towards him. She listened in complete silence, just taking it in, and feeling even worse now for asking, and a little nervous as well. The Covenant? Weren't those the ones who were trying to take over? He seemed... fine, though. She had been unable to help herself; to stay quiet. She'd grown curious, something she blamed on her cat-like tendencies.

During his pause, she'd lapsed into thought herself, and snapped out of it as soon as he'd broken the silence once more. "O-oh, yes. Sorry.." she mumbled, looking a little guilty. She looked up at him, then towards the male he was with, before retreating back a few steps. She was deciding she'd rather leave, than push her luck by speaking again and actually getting into trouble this time. It would definitely be too awkward to ask if they had a ship she could join the crew of, that was for sure.

You're so thoughtless, the small dog's thoughts rang out clearly through her head, only for her to hear. Quiet, she muttered in response, and plucked the palm sized dog off of her shoulder. "Sorry to bother you," she spoke aloud, bowing her head slightly, and then promptly turned, aiming to disappear amongst the crowd.