Darion watched and stayed silent as the ship approached, and listened to the replies to his own comments.<span style="color: seagreen">“Shame, Pirates would have been easy to deal with.  They don’t often have the amount of firepower you do.”</span>He said back with a bit of a sigh, past that he stayed silent and listened.  Every second that went by as he listened, Darion couldn’t resist the ominous feeling built up by the sound of everything they were saying.<br/><br/>He watched the planet, the place that matched the human Depiction of Hell, grow larger in the viewscreen.<br/><br/>……………………………<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“You make that sound like an insult.”</span>Kala commented to the reply to her hair question, but she didn’t seem too insulted.  No, instead she was thinking about that little bit of information.  Hearing she had hair sparked Kala’s curiosity even more.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“It’s a real game as soon as I start losing cloths?!  Why do I get a feeling this is all against me?”</span>she said with a small sigh.<br/><br/>When her hand won one finally, Kala leaned back in her chair and grinned broadly at them all, loving finally getting something out of this game.<span style="color: sienna">“That’s more like it.”</span>It was even better when Shira’va lost her other glove, one step closer.  Of course her lips when from a grin to a slight pout when Taseer only took a shot instead of losing more cloths.  But then, more drinks were good when relaxing like this.  A few more drinks and she would probably be as willing to strip as Kala was.<br/><br/>And of course she lost the next hand as well.  To spite Taseer, Kala lost a single boot, holding it up for them to see before dropping it.  Too bad she couldn't stop herself from keeping her eyes on Taseer when she lost her shirt.  The muscles on her torso were not that different that the few that Kala herself had.  And at the moment, she was a bit too drunk to question why she was attracted to the other woman.  of course she watched as Shira took a drink instead of taking anything off, though she laid her head down on the table.<span style="color: sienna">"Wow, and here i thought I was a lightweight.  you already drunk enough you want to lay down Shira?"</span>she taunted with a grin, but looked a little mad when she realized that Shira had taken a drink instead of taking anything off.  that wouldn't satisfy her curiosity at all.  she couldn't have that.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“I think my goal now is it get Shira to lose her suit.  I am way too curious.”</span>She grinned evilly to the Quarion woman.<br/><br/>………………………………<br/><br/>When they finally got into a position to actually see the planet, what their sensor sweeps were picking up was definitely confusing.  He may not exactly know all the implications of what they were seeing, or what they meant.  But this he could guess, and was preparing himself for, trouble.  At least that was usually what came from very little information.<span style="color: seagreen">“hope for the best, be prepared for the worst.”</span>He muttered to himself at the scene they saw through the screens.<br/><br/>Along with that thought though, he came up with a question of his own.<span style="color: seagreen">“ Shouldn't those sensor sweeps be picking up people?  If this was an active site, and with that freighter still there, there should be people.  And there would be no reason to mask their presence.   Where are they?”</span>he asked, his own question, and one that no one seemed to bring up.<br/><br/>Of course they were thinking of landing.  And after hearing why, he couldn't really argue the need or the value of landing.  He didn't like the way they were thinking of doing it.<span style="color: seagreen">“Sir, If I may make a suggestion.  This whole situation is creeping me out a bit.  I think you should send some of us down in a shuttle to be sure there is really nothing to worry about.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>