nexus_crossings | On the Subject of the Green Skinned Space Family

"That's a bit of a personal question to be randomly asking, isn't it?" Jyn asks, eyes narrowing with suspicion at the woman. It's not the inhuman hue of her skin that makes Jyn eye her with a skeptical once-over, but rather the casual nature in which she tosses about such deeply weighted and, at least to Jyn, deeply invasive questions. She folds her arms neatly across her chest as she shifts her weight to one foot. "I suppose the first counter-question I'd have for you is what you mean when you say the word 'family.' How would you define it? The people who give birth to you? The people who raise you, who aren't always the same as those who were involved in your creation? Your friends? Your comrades? My second counter-question would be," she continues, eyes flicking to the datapad in her hands, "What you're doing with this information in the first place."

From Jyn's perspective, this woman resembles a Mirialan. Only her skin is a much, much deeper. And she lacks the usual facial tattoos they possess. Delia appears to also possess no icons of affiliation, and she's not in uniform anyways.

"Not necessarily. I half expect fairly general responses from people." Delia shrugged and leaned back in her seat. The way she haphazardly held the datapad in one hand pretty much showed she didn't really care if anyone tried to look.

Although that said, the lettering wasn't in any English or Basic script that Jyn would likely recognize. "As for how to define it? Simple: It's how you define it that matters to you. Family is family. Whether it's by blood or by experiences tying you together and forming those strong bonds with."

"As to what I'm doing with the information? Curiosity, honestly. Most of you probably aren't from my reality anyway, so most of this info won't really be all that relevant. I mostly just want to compare notes, really."

Green-skin spaceperson solidarity! 'Person' especially relevant now since Shark's still under the effects of that sex-flipping mirror. His black shades are firmly in place, but his goatee is still missing and his chest is a little more, how shall we say, voluminous than usual. Likely bound down, but still noticeable. Most noticeable of all, though, is how his voice is a slightly higher pitch.

The second he starts talking, however, makes it clear he's still the same old Shark regardless of his body's situation. "Family doesn't mean dick. Having one at all sounds like a huge hassle. People you have to pretend to care about just because you've got the same genes? Bogus.

"And just cuz I've got identical DNA to all my coworkers doesn't mean dick either. That's kind of part of being clones of the same person. And bucking the trend there means going off-model, which is a great way to get yourself slated for recycled." He reaches to tug at his tie, perhaps realizing he's saying this while presently being 'off-model'. Uncomfortable.

Neko can appreciate the fashion sense of a fellow demon. Not that Delia is a demon but the woman exudes pheromones that sure do smell similar to Nekomata's own charm magics. Frankly, Delia may not want to correct the assumption. It makes the cat demon think more highly of her.

"Family can be hella important to survival, mya." Neko stretches from where she's been laying atop a nearby wall, soaking in the sunbeams of this lovely late summer day. "Me and my sisters always banded together back in our world. It was either that or risk being eaten, nya."

Though her tails curl in interest as she hops down form her perch.

"I guess you could say I'm the one who bucks the trend. Choosing to work and survive in the human world instead of with the rest of them."

Delia's not a demon, no, but given she doesn't know what's what Neko thinks she is, she can't really correct the assumption anyway. Then there's also the question: does she give enough fucks to correct her when she finds out? One man's demon is another's alien, after all.

"Given the nature of this place, I have a feeling I'm going to meet a lot of people who buck the usual trend in their families." Delia shrugged, but continued, "Do you get along with your sisters, or do they look down on you for you, ahem, choice in career?"

While the missing goatee is indeed noted, Delia's eye narrows a little when she regards Shark when he speaks up. Admittedly, she doesn't recognize his species (which, in a community as large as her reality's, isn't strictly that unusual), but there's something different about him. That doesn't quite jive with what she met the last time.

"I'll admit, on some level I actually agree with you there." Ungh. She's agreeing with this tiny green Ferengi. Shoot her now. "Just because you're related doesn't mean you're obligated, regardless of how well you might know each other."

And right. Clones. "But what about those who go 'off-model' in a way that's more efficient? Or smarter? Or more devious?"

My family is everything to me. I love them all dearly and would fight to the death to protect them.

I was afraid when I found out who my father was...but I never stopped fighting to save him. I knew he still had good in him.

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[Han thinks she looks like a Miralan, or a Twi'lek without head tails.]

Very important. SOmeone'd told me that a few decades ago, I'd have laughed like crazy, but now, they're my whole world.

Just don't ask about my father-in-law...he's gone now, but when he was alive, it was extremely nasty. As in, he tortured my wife and I both...although we weren't family when he was alive.

In my world, my husband and his father...future father...it's complicated...are all I have. My only refuge in what I've been forced into.

Tyrion is dressed in summer silks, and he's wandering about The Nexus to keep himself busy. And finding someone with a great question to answer is the most exciting thing in the world to take the edge off than to have a brilliant conversation.

"The only member of my family that I still respect is my brother, Jaime. My sister was evil, I didn't know my mother, my father saw me as nothing more as the devil who killed my mother, and from what I know one of my cousins was a religious zealot."

He turns himself around to look at Delia, and he bows his head to her. "If it weren't for my sister, I'd be proud to call myself a Lannister. Though fighting for my family name, well I'm currently waging war with my sister."

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The talk of 'more devious' makes Shark chuckle as he keeps tugging at his tie. He's a lawyer, he's all about maintaining a poker face. So no obviously outward feeling another uncomfortable reminder of being in the situation he's describing.

"Odds are low they're gonna do that in a way that's not already in the personality template they got. Especially since the longer you live, the more quirks and unique traits you're gonna accumulate. Which are bad and you have to go in to get the template reapplied. And physical evolution? That guy goes RIGHT into the recycling bin. Like, instantly."

Shark holds up one finger as he continues. "And as far as devious goes, sometimes certain sectors try to cut corners and make new workforces pulling DNA from existing clones rather than using the CEO's samples directly. Which we call re-clones, and we're discouraged from doing because they have a tendency to degrade, get the shakes or go full postal and start killing everyone. So if anything, just goes to show you shouldn't try and fix what ain't broke."

It is getting late for Adia, in terms of how long she can be in the Nexus before people notice that she's missing. She's talked to friends, she's had a cup of decent coffee. She really should be going back to her ship.

But then she overhears Delia's question, and decides to wait a little longer.

"Family is very important to me," she answers, looking over the green-skinned woman politely. "I guess... maybe me, technically? I was the first person in my family to take a job on a spaceship, let alone another colony."

Her gaze drops when Delia asks her follow-up question. "Yes. Yes, I did. We were very close."

"You're the first of yours to go to space? Interesting. I've lived in space a vast majority of my life, but my people are nomadic, so I admit my view on it's a little skewed." Delia admits, leaning back on the bench a bit, her arms over the back of it. She's still holding the datapad, though more than a little absent-mindedly as she talks with Adia.

"But it's good you're still close, I suppose."

"From the sounds of things, your family's going through some complicated times, dear." Delia winces sympathetically. She's never had to go to war with any of her family members, although several of them might suggest that her fights with their mother might rival a few galactic conflicts.

"I'm fortunate that none of mine fight that terribly, even if things are continually.... complicated. And I wish you luck in settling things, and hope you can settle things without too much bloodshed."

Oh, Delia, you have no idea. ~~Game of Thrones: Everybody dies.~~

"I'll fully admit my knowledge on the science is... limited at best, that's more my sister's thing than mine, but isn't there a risk of degradation in general? I've heard that's an issue in a lot of clone based societies."

Admittedly, she's curious, and you can't blame her for being so: Constantly creating copies runs greater and greater risk of failure, after all.

"No, not quite. Both my parents traveled to other colonies, on occasion, but only for brief visits. For me to take a year-long position on a research vessel was a big deal."

She hadn't wanted to assume anything about this green-skinned woman with the eyepatch, but it's easy to accept the idea that she's an alien. She's about to ask about her own adventures in space, but her comment on family clams her up.

"Were. We were close," she says finally, after a hard swallow. "I lost my family in a war almost three years ago."

"My family has never been anything but complicated. It has to come with having been one of the most powerful houses in The Seven Kingdoms." Though Tyrion is sure that isn't the case now even with the Tyrell gold having been captured by his brother.

"And it wouldn't be so much of a problem, if my sister was a pleasant person. In fact, my sister is a horrible person finds pleasure in tormenting those who cross her. What I wouldn't have done for a family that had very little bloodshed." He looks listful, and he takes a deep breath. "I'm not sure why I was the sane one of my family. Sure, I've had to make hard choices regarding the lives of others before."

What vague non-answers. They don't do much in terms of quelling Jyn's suspicions, and stealing a glance at the datapad itself while it was being waved around in the air so carelessly hasn't gleaned any further information to convince her to oblige. Instead, she doesn't say anything, arms still crossed, letting her gaze linger on the woman's face for a few silent moments.

With a parting flick of her eyes towards the datapad, she breaks the quiet with:

"How would you answer the questions you've asked? If I was the one holding the datapad, asking random strangers what you'd asked before. How would you answer?"

"Prrrrrobably mya~"

Mrs. Olive Skinned Beauty makes a pretty good point. Someone's ears are perking right up with the statement. She never gave a whole lot of thought to what the humies who clog up the joint are like, aside from her own personal friends.

her head tilts from side to side as she considers the question.

"Mmm, I don't see them too much since I made the change. They didn't give me a hard time about it though nya. They can't do it, so in a lot of ways I'm the most qualified for the job. Most of our kind would rather eat a human than work with 'em."

Indeed, as human as she looks, Delia's green skin makes it very obvious she's definitely not human. Though if it wasn't for said green skin, she could probably pass for one easily enough.

For her part though, Delia has the decency to at least wince, "I'm sorry for your loss, dear. I am, truly. War is never, ever pretty."

"For what it's worth, you have my sympathies in regards to complicated. My family's," ~~technically,~~ "not royalty, but there's six siblings, my mother, and the complexities of getting along with her and her desire to continue the family business. Which is to say, with her still in control of things, despite whatever she might say or do in the public eye."

Cue a roll of her good eye.

"And you just don't hold back in regards to your sister, do you?" But the truth's the truth, "Sometimes you just have to be the sane one because you're drafted to do it. Simply for the fact that you must be, or it'll devolve into something worse and uglier."

Despite Jyn being suspicious of her, Delia is still absolutely nothing but completely relaxed. She's not tense or worried at all. Nexus or no, she's not really feeling that threatened despite the suspicion that Jyn's throwing her way.

"Well, among my family, there's the six siblings, including myself, and my mother. As to how important they are to me? Depends on the day. My Mother sometimes simultaneously both loved and hated." Delia shrugs a shoulder, "As for which of us stands out? We all went our own paths with one exception who's still living with her. We don't really have a trend, except most of us are pirates of some flavor. One Artist, another scientist, and the Restaurant owner."

"One of my sisters serves as my ship's doctor, and I get along at least civilly with the most of the rest of them except our Mother, whom I've had a number of... cross words with more often than I care to admit."

Delia's inadvertently ends up focusing on one portion of that statement: "Eating humans?" She makes a face, eyebrows furrowing, expression disgusted.

"Thank you." Her response to Delia's sympathy is muted. She is still grieving over her parents, but worse things have happened since. "And no, it isn't. I'm, um... I'm guessing you have some experience with it?"

Delia gives a sigh, her head leaning back at the bench so she can stare at the weird sky the Nexus possesses. From this reaction alone, it's clear what her answer is, though she confirms it verbally after a long moment. "More than I care thinking about, honestly. It's a messy business I want to avoid having any real part in ever again if I can help it."

Shark makes a 'pfft' noise with his lips. "Listen, the tech Phineas uses is top of the line. I mean, it's perfected. But he's the one who made it, so of course it is. And either way, not like we're made to last forever. I'm on my seventh year and that's CRAZY old for a Protostar." He takes pride in this fact! And shows no qualms or concerns about the whole 'our race is not made with longevity in mind' part.

"I wish I could, too," Adia admits. "But the war that took my family is still going on."

A faint hope appears in her eyes and she asks, "Does that mean that it's peaceful now, where you are?"

"Nyeah. More trouble than it's worth, if you ask me, mya."

Neko gives a shrug of her shoulders as if it's not that big of a deal and tosses her dark hair back before leaning against the wall she'd been lounging atop of earlier.

"Unless it was a fishman." Excuse her daydream inducing drool, it only lasts a moment. "But yeah. Demons eat people the same way people eat cow. Just a fact of life." Their butchers shops leave something to be desired though. In that there aren't any and demons tend to be raw food advocates who eat with their hands.

Oh boy, family troubles. Always a fun topic of conversation, and by fun, Jim means oh God why is everyone having family issues all of a sudden. Even he himself isn't spared.

Jim shrugs, completely unfazed by her species. There are a few different peoples she might belong to, but it isn't any of his business unless she wants it to be. "I guess that'd depend on whether you're talking family as in blood relations or family as in, you know, the people who give a shit about you. Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm the odd one out in mine, or I used to be."

"Someone who runs a brothel or inn, or even a stable hand is royalty in their own regards." Tyrion says with a great deal of respect towards those who might be seen as under the noses of those with power. He flexes his fingers, and he rubs his hand along his chin to scratch his beard.

"Right now, my sister sits on the Iron Throne, and she rules all of Westeros." He scrunches his face, and he ahs. "The place where I have come from that is. And I'm not exactly the one who will be sitting on that awful chair in the end, and I'm doing my best to make sure someone who is interested in the well being of the people ends up replacing her."

Tyrion knows his sister won't go peacefully, and that it is a matter of waiting to take King's Landing with as little civilian causalities as possible.

I get along with 'em mostly. The ones I have are my whole world. Although the situation with the guy who ended up my father-in-law...that was really nasty when he was alive. Made my peace, but I really can't say I'm not glad it's all over.

On the Subject of the Green Skinned Space Family

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GoT Spoilers : Will go softly in case you haven't started or caught up yet.

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Meh, I don't watch Game of Thrones, don't care about spoilers on the off-chance i do. HIT ME BROSIS

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For others then. :)

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