<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'chak Chrasha<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Hawk 04<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Off sight corridor - Japanese bar<em>Zipangu</em>.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kathryn Foss, Open.<br/><strong>Music:</strong>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKHXZr5RUas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKHXZr5RUas)<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ryoko's plush ruby red lips curled ever so mischievously as she watched Foss squirm on her bar stool for some reason. It caused Ryoko to wonder for what reason is this young woman so flustered about. It was possible that she was rather uncomfortable about Ryoko's outfit, and how "Open" it was. She had ran into many customers like that. Some believing cause she enjoyed dressing like this that it meant she was "Easy". Those customers would quickly find out by a bokken to the side of their heads that it was not the case. Another though was that this second Lieutenant was perhaps attracted to her. That thought was particularly delicious as Foss wasn't so bad looking either. Ryoko would most certainly enjoy entertaining a shorter bed mate if the situation were to turn to that. She was not picky.<br/><br/>As Foss stated that she was trying to show T'chak a "Good time", Ryoko's trim eyebrow rose slightly as she gave the large Zentran, whom was looking quite concerned at the moment, an appraising glance. For a moment, her mind went the most logical conclusion that such a statement would draw, particularly in a bar situation. Though Foss's nervous ramblings would correct the previous statement by trying to show the Zentran how to relax, and enjoy himself. "Ah, I see." Ryoko purred as she leaned closer to Kathryn. Her emerald green eyes looking deeply into the young woman's. The shift seeming to cause the light to shift and the shadow of Ryoko's cleavage grew in stark relief to the fairness of her flesh. Seemingly emphasizing how large she was. "Looking at your companion, I dare say you have your work cut out for you." Ryoko tittered in a sultry giggle.<br/><br/>Ryoko was very observant, and noticed Foss nudging the Zentran to get him to say, or do something to draw the Bar Keeps attention away from her. So Ryoko would take the initative. "So<em>Big</em>guy... How long has it been since you've been brought out of the cloning chambers?" Ryoko asked tilting her head just slightly to regard T'chak, leaving what she was inferring "Big" to Kathryn's imagination. "It has been 34 orbital revolutions of this planet around its Primary Ma'am." T'chak replied causing Ryoko to giggle. T'chak must be one of those Zentran that remain with the Fleet after the war. Though as she did her mental math, her eyes opened a bit. "You were around 12 years before the war?" She asked. "Yes Ma'am." T'chak replied. He understood that most Zentraedi didn't have a very long life span. Generally spanning a few years to a decade due to combat losses. Yet, there were those that would survive much longer. Their lives spanning centuries if not longer like Ber Dolzaa. "Whom were the Zentraedi Fighting before coming to Earth?" Ryoko asked, genuinely curious. Course she could have asked any Zentran, but to be able to talk to one from so far before the war was a treat. "The Supervision Army, Ma'am." T'chak explained, his tone darkening at the mere mention of the group that wiped out the Protoculture, and the sworn enemy of the entire Zentraedi people. While it wasn't classified information, it wasn't exactly published either.<br/><br/>"What can I get you two to drink?" Ryoko asked as she looked to both T'chak, and Kathryn, figuring a change of topic was in order. "I will have a scotch, on the rocks." T'chak stated simply, his voice returning to the neutral tone. Ryoko nodded before turning back to Kathryn, and giving her a batting of her long lashes. "And for you, Kitten?" Ryoko purred hungrily.