"Who said anything about<i>faking </i>the declaration?" Aodha shot back in response to the woman's question. Falsifying a compliance form was punishable by death, if not worse, and notoriously hard to counterfeit in any conceivable way. Further, he continued, "No one would believe I just happened to have some high born pixie show up on my ship during a military coup, either." Aodha growled back with just as much of a dismissive tone. Not to say the female had a good point; damned good one in fact. Humans weren't known for keeping slaves, to begin with, but rarely did a race as low along the social ladder obtain the servitude of those higher on the rungs. Not unheard of, of course, but unusual enough to draw attention all the same.<br/><br/>"Really? And what do you think you can pass for? Damn sure not a Korthari." Perhaps it would be possible to conjure up some type of costume that could, conceivably, fool a simple inspection. If, they were given enough time to create such a thing. As it stood they had less than half an hour before the Asaring boarded the<i>Aurora. </i><br/><br/>When the Serilline approached, however, Aodha's brow lifted in mild amusement. Almost breaking out into a laugh as she extended her hand in the customary gesture, one he had little desire to partake in at the moment. "Aodha McToimilin and if you can't think of a better idea in the next five minutes that'll be<i>Master</i>Aodha." Still, he couldn't keep a smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips at the opportunity to put such a noble Serilline in her place. "By the way, as that's a rather long mouthful to try and keep straight, I'm just going to call you Ren."<br/><br/>Standing, Aodha motioned for Renaya to follow him and walked out of the dining area and into the main corridor leading to the living space overlooking the cargo hold. A large 'L' shaped couch sat with the back set against the opened hallway and facing a large view screen. A short table was positioned in front of the couch with a scattering of datapads and paper magazines. Along the far wall was a set of several shelves packed with databases of games, movies, shows, and just about anything else that could be thrown up for entertainment. There was, also, another table similar to that in the dining area but smaller with only two, more comfortable, chairs scooted under the hard metal surface.<br/><br/>Disregarding all the trinkets and other oddities, Aodha made a direct line for the table and pulled out one of the high seats. Pushing the clutter out of the way he grabbed one of the closest datapads and tapped the little device to life. Swiping away whatever article had last been summoned and, instead, brought up the Compliance Declaration forms for Renaya to fill out and, in the process, sign over herself into his possession.