Dropping his heavy arms to rest atop the other man's augmetic legs, Zevion lamely shrugged.<i>"When it is my time, I will continue my lineage..." </i>Stopping a moment to glare down at the other,<i>"For unlike some, I am held to an expectation..."</i>Yet he spoke no more, slowly descending into silent computation...<i>"Care to try her?" </i>He suddenly asked, gesturing with his head to the 'resting' servitor against the far wall. There was no secret to the fact she was perhaps the only 'fertal' one aboard the ship, or why.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>