Tamara just purrs as she slips deeper into her mate, absolutely loving the feeling of being squeezed inside that tight oesophagus for a time. She's feeling so close to her mate once again, in a physical sense of the word, after being close in a spiritual sense since Jaku swallowed her and sent her to his internal world. She coos and purrs back at her mate, bathing in the delicious feelings, the physical connection, the kneading and rubbing and pushing and the love surrounding her mind and body at the moment.<br/><br/>She wraps her arms around Jaku's body as well, purring deeply and kissing him, first on the cheeks, then straight on his lips; she obviously missed being able to do that. Her ear flicks as he whispers in it, then she whispers back in his ear. "I'm ready, take me out, my lover."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The Captain quickly gives an order, and a net is sent into the sea, trapping the fishes brought by Aquia. It's quite a catch, and the Captain nods in appreciation. "Quite useful, those spirit-friends of yours," he says to Azlant, before returning to his duties. His gaze instantaneously switch to the radar when a blip appears on it, only to vanish a brief moment later. But that was enough for them to gather some information: no identification codes, but a big ship, capital class, perhaps the size of an aircraft carrier judging by the size of the echo, and sailing fast toward them, flanked by two escorts, probably destroyers or something similar.<br/><br/>"We've been spotted," comments the executive officer when the echoes on the radar vanish as if they never existed.<br/><br/>"Sound general quarters," orders the Captain, "something tell me that they want those people whole and alive, which means we'll get unwanted visitors soon!"<br/><br/>"Aye," replies the Executive officer, before sounding the alarm and giving orders.<br/><br/>As the alarm sounds, the crew reacts with the efficiency of a well-trained and well-oiled machine. They all stop what they were doing and begin to prepare the weaponry stored on board, ship-based and personnel-based. The otters are told to stay in their quarters, since they cannot use Human-sized weaponry.<br/><br/>Arkain is led to a room near the hold where he was helping to stock up crates. "Looks like your Chimera people are catching up on us, given that they're chasing you, I guess you'll have no qualms using this," he says as he shows him a nice array of various hand weapons, from pistols to rifles and even a light submachine gun on the side. "Provided that you know how to use them, of course?"<br/><br/>A deep sound reverberates through the hull of the ship, making Mister Mercer smiles as it startles Arkain. "No worries, that's the torpedoes being prepped. We can't do much against airborne enemies, having any sort of DCA would be too visible in ports, but any ships that try to come too close without due authorization is in for a surprise!"