<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">Lichen, was in the middle of an experiment when she got buzzed to the cockpit. She set her pad down and walked her almost asexual body towards the cockpit, following her usual route. The walls of all of her races ships were plants, but the external shell they had yet to find a way for their plants survive in the vacuum in space, but when they their ships would be 90% plant instead of the 60% it is now. She was working on the thing at this very moment. She passed members of both sexs on her way their the slight differences were more in their manner in which they carried themselves. The female officers, walked with more of a stride in their step, they more or less walked around like they owned the place, which tended to be true, the race operated with women in power most of the time. She made her way to the bridge and ignored the salute from her crew waving them for the status report, they responded, unlike the Sentients they communicated threw vocal rather then telepathy, they never developed that skill. "Mam," The first mate spoke, he was male, and one of the few people in this world she trusted with her life, "We have sightings from the stealth fighters that an arachnid ship took a vesicle with diplomats over. What should we do?" Though she thought he knew the answer in the tone he said it in; she responded in the manner in which was appropriate. "Hail, those pieces of fertilizer, I want a chat with their captain" she said as the first mate who barked orders about. </span>