With Yuri on his shoulder, whispering in his ear about all the food he was looking over, he almost began drooling at the sight. Round patties of seared meat that Yuri said were called 'Hamburgers' from her understanding of the Language files, which included a full dictionary and some cultural records. Dren, as all other Nekans, didn't eat meat and began piling his plate with rice and mixed vegetables, along with a bowl of fruit that smelled too sweet to pass up.<br/><br/>Dren took a seat at a table, the bell on the end of his tail making dull clunks as his tail swayed back and forth at the prospect of eating again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"We were once like your people, plentiful and prosperous but our own greed and lack of caring for our home world caused us to destroy it only barely able to get out of there with a third of our population..." pausing she took a sip of her drink while she gathered her thoughts, "There were some of us who felt it was suppose to be our end, our final time the end of days..." again another pause as she remembered back to those days. The bombings, the assassinations, going under the experiment to make her a more efficient killer and solider helping her to detect those who meant to do them all harm.<br/><br/>"So a war began and we left our planet to settle on a moon base as a temporary basis while ships were sent out to find a new home world..." she sighed. "Most of our forces are guarding the moon base where the majority of our population waits, while only a few pilots being assigned to each ship that got sent out. We have confirmation of the lost of three of the ten that were sent out, the enemy coming at us harder and stronger each time we fight them off. Its like fighting a battle up hill while pushing a boulder" said with a sad shake of her head she closed her eyes for a moment taking a deep breath before opening her gold eyes to look across the table at him with a half smile, "Sorry that your first contact with another species is during a war time and now sitting across from a pilot who seems to be suffering from a bit of emotional baggage...." she chuckled though it was a bitter sound.</span><br/><br/>Dren had begun to eat as she spoke, but his attention was focused on her the whole time. He held the 'fork' firmly in his fist as he shoveled the food into his mouth, his fangs and sharp teeth flashing with each bite. After a moment of silence, he set his fork down, and wiped his mouth.<br/><br/>"No one could have predicted how our people's, 'First Contact' situation would be like. For you people to be peaceful, it's a more favorable outcome than meeting a race trying to invade us." he paused, "As for your, 'emotional baggage', everyone has their problems, even I." he stopped when another man sat with them. One of the pilots that looked a bit different than the other Mankinds. Still, these people seemed friendly and his Guard seemed to lower even more.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œSergeant Asmodeus Marks.â€ He nodded at the male, not really remembering his name. â€œI losâ€™ our game, anâ€™ we didnâ€™ eâ€™en get time ta set the price.â€ The finely webbed fingers turned the food around, instead of it being eaten, with one hand already in a pocket, searching for the stripped cigarettes. â€œGuess â€˜at means the rewardâ€™s up to ya, Maâ€™am.â€ The term of respect was laced with a lot of sarcasm.</span><br/><br/>"Dren Falon." Dren muttered, "You two had some sort of wager?"