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IC: Souper Saladd Shaking their head, the slug just slugged off, ignoring the rockman as the slug did not need further social talk with someone who asked for meat for a self-made sandwich. If only there was a meat dispenser that gave them the right meat, OH WAIT THE FABRICATOR COULD EASILY PRODUCE SUCH A FEAT, COULDN'T IT? Despite that, however, the anger allowed the slug to let out a little steam. Hearing all of this nonsense all day long could make a slug insane.

IC: Souper Saladd ...a sandwich. This hunk of fleshy bits disguised as rock wanted a sandwich. Glaring down at the large imposing stone man, the slug sighed as xhe slipped over to the fridge, grabbed some roast beef in a bag, and handed it over to the oversized behemoth, "Here. This is roast beef. Now begone, I still need to clean this kitchen if its not going to be further used and the bred for you, as well as the condiments, are easily accessible from your side of the wall. Now, get." xhe said, sliding over to the grill and beginning to clean it off.

IC: Souper Saladd, Not a Premaker "There is plenty that I can make in twenty minutes or less, Stoneson, but you must simply ask. I can make many things with what I buy at markets, you must simply tell me what you are interested in. If it is Italian Human food, I can easily do that, same with Mexican Human Food. Then again, I've known your kind, when attuned to Earth Culture, ask for rocks from particular locations or big chunks of salt, so forgive me if I cannot just read your rapidly fluctuating preference ordering for what you want to eat. Tell me what you want and I will do my best to make it. If you want something microwaved, on the other hand, there is a machine in the hall for you to use, should you deign yourself lazy enough for that. Otherwise. Speak up." the slug drawled on, talking the ear off of the earless Rockman.

IC: Souper Saladd Looking over at the rockman, the slug didn't really know what to say. Did xhe have any pizza made? The answer was obvious. No. They didn't have pizza made, did this man have any idea how long it took for a pizza to be made with fresh ingredients? At the very least, xhe'd need at least a half hour's notice, xhe was not some sort of pizza joint slugchef. "Try something else, Basaltine Man" xhe said, rolling their eyes as they said more, "Order something that doesn't take an eternity and a half to make. Then I might make it for you. If you ask nicely."

IC: Souper Saladd, Focuser on Making Tea So the Colonel wanted her regular? Well, it was easy enough to make, it would take plenty of time, however, to do so. Moving aside, having let Estelle deal with Stinker, or whatever the foul minded human's name was, given the almost negative feedback the slug got whenever they heard even a bit of their thoughts, the slug went over to the tea, and got the Colonel's Special Whiskey. It was a rare kind, as far as the slug would know, and it was very delicate when put into tea. A light amount would be all that was needed, and paired with the right tea, it would simply enhance the flavor. While the whole argument was taking place, between the officers and Nicole, the nurse, the slug waited for some sort of moment where someone who could at the very least do a brain talk with her could be brought forward. She was not stable at all by the slug's reckoning, but a closer inspection might reveal a lot different. Getting the green tea properly prepared took most of the conversation, as putting the whiskey in drop by drop occasionally made sure that it was properly infused. After the few minutes were up, Souper slid the cup on a platter through to the window by the Colonel, with a small thing of an orange in case she feels like numbing the taste away afterwards. Ringing the bell next to the window between the two rooms, the Slug backed away, waiting for the drink to be taken by the proper customer.

IC: Souper Saladd, Maker of Snacks Understanding, the slug chef got to work on the snacks, within a few minutes getting an enchilada ready and prepared for Estelle, "Here...this should be good, right?" xhe said, placing it on a plate to cool as the Slug apparently understood Mexican food.

IC: Souper Saladd Shrugging, the slug didn't seem to understand why she was so happy, "Thank you for the best wishes, Estelle. Want me to make something breakfast related, snack related, or dinner related?" xhe said, curious as to what type of simple thing she wanted.

IC: Souper Saladd, haver of a family Xhe stiffened up a little when xhe heard that. There'd been little time to talk about that lately, "I don't get updates, but my little sluglings should be in school right now. Only one slug academy on earth and its VERY expensive. Part of the reason I'm here is to pay with them...and my mate is taking care of them, so they should be fine. There are few left of my subspecies, so I am happy that the Terran Government is subsidizing our housing and not making us pay taxes" xhe said shaking their head, "...Chastain broke into here earlier and made themselves at home with my equipment. I shall pay them a visit later in regards to their food consumption, but for now back on the discussion at hand. Anything in particular that you want to eat?"

IC: Souper Saladd Smirking a little at the human who had decided to enter the Kitchen Proper, Souper looked over and nodded, "Ah, my favorite pink-haired human, what brings you to my kitchen?" the slug said, it's pink antennae twitching as xhe continued to look over the supplies gotten in the kitchen, "I was just making sure the things we got from the space station before the attack by the mantis were still good. Are you hungry? What do you need?"

IC: Souper Saladd, Angry Slug Chef Slugging their way into the kitchen, Souper Saladd found something extremely off. For one, the grill was still on. For seconds, someone had thrown a plate or two into the trash disposal, which the slug artfully removed and put in the dish washer. The plates were NOT disposable. Taking around ten minutes to clean up what was on the grill, as well as everywhere else that the mystery perpetrator had used, the kitchen was once again spotless as the Slug looked around and began to go through the ship to see who did it. Quickly scanning who was here, xhe determined that it had to be one of the humans. Only humans enjoyed a frittata. Scanning through the brains of all on board, at least doing their best to determine who was who, the slug noticed the most suspicious food laden mind of them all, Chastain. Well. Tonight the slug was going to leave a very angry note. Going through the trash disposal again, the slug picked up a photo of their family, which had been whisked into the trash by the apparently at the time panicked soldier. Oh yes. There would be something quite...novel...about what would be left in Chastain's quarters. It was a good thing that the slug chef had certain...things laying around the secret compartment of their fridge...

IC: Souper Saladd, Fearer of Slagathor the Ever-Hungering, Slug God of Cannabalism at Socially Inappropriate Times It had been too long at the beach when the slug got up, packed away it's belongings, and headed back to the Kestrel. Enough time lollygagging, xhe thought, there was extra food to make so that someone could get their food freeze-dried for later or whatever humans did with food they didn't want to spoil. Spoilage was good for any slug's digestion tract, especially out in the middle of a jungle where such growls could easily scare off the fiercest predator. Despite that, however, the slug was in dire need of chefery, as it had been a while since they had cooked. Moving swiftly, the slug avoided the more risque parts of the ship filled with the most people, given that they did not want to become mentally deaf for a few minutes, and took the long way around, eventually arriving at the ship and ignoring all of the hubbub. Some sort of marriage? Why the heck would the slug care about that? Xhe had food to make, regardless or irregardless or whatever useless word meant xhe didn't care. Yawning, the slug began to travel through the ship, wondering what in the Kestrel in the Brasilia was going on.

Souper Saladd, The Slug Who Doesn't Care (Enough) So this was all a firestorm of crazy, wasn't it? It wasn't that the slug didn't care, it was that at the moment, the slug was doing its best not to beat the ever living daylights out of those who kept using psiionics or their body physics to make a huge amount of noise. Flat against the towel that the slug had brought, Souper remained on their back, trying to imagine what a sunset might look like in this sort of place. Xhe wondered how many suns it could have, how it's perigees enacted themselves, what sort of food might the locals make, or better yet, what type of food could the slug make out of the locals if they were hostile. Ah...calming thoughts.

IC: Souper Saladd, Relaxing Slugperson. Aahh...xhe thought as xhe relaxed in what could only be described as a nice environment. Laying on the fake sand, the slug simply had it's eyes closed and lay on a beach towel, where the slug got imaginary rays and just chilled, for once able to zone out due to the fact that apparently the beach makes your mind into jelly.

IC: Souper Saladd "Very well" xhe said, "What other options do you think we have? I'm pretty sure the only way to dislodge a foreign entity is to make the foreign mind want to leave since we have no true psychokinetic capable people on board of the right amount of skill is somehow make her hallucinate so hard that the entity leaves...and that would be harmful to her in the long run, so we can't do that...any ideas, doctor?"

IC: Souper Saladd "Honestly, I do expect that its there for some reason to take advantage of her. Psychokenetic reasons, perhaps, but reasons nonetheless. I remain worried and I think it might need to be dealt with sooner or later...If its really registering more use than it should, perhaps there is a physical way to flush it out of her system?" the slug asked, not entirely sure it was even possible.

IC: Souper Saladd "Quite" the slug said, explaining to the doctor, "It's human, that much is obvious. She says that it's human and that they're from an agency, although this is apparently known to her because they accidentally...had mental harmony for a while. The technology of whoever is using it is not perfect, but it's strong enough to invade her mind. I am worried that it is not intending anything good for her. It's invasive and puts itself into the "empty spaces" of her head. Parts of the mind where there is room. Or it made itself at home, I am not sure. To be honest, I've never heard of this happening to a human, so I can't tell you more than what I know so far."

IC: Souper Saladd A bit surprised that the doctor wanted to talk to a slug about this particular problem, Souper approached the doctor and nodded, feeling what could only be described as professional distrust towards them. Of course it was par for the course, so the slug didn't mind. Things like this happened and if xhe ever actually worried about it, it meant that something bad had happened and the slug was overly paranoid. "Yes, doctor? Is there something you would like to discuss with me?" xhe said, curious as to what the doctor could want.

IC: Souper Saladd And just as the slug was comfortable, the ringing happened. Hearing it again was a bit of a stir from happiness and suddenly the slug was on high alert. Stopping the whole scratching thing, Souper tapped her shoulder. Agent Dorian had returned. Xhe was sure of it. "Ashley...? Is the voice back?" xhe asked, a little worried about what the return might mean, especially right now when they were on the Brasilia. Would the doctors be able to isolate him? Unlikely, but the slug was still hopeful, for once, about it.

IC: Souper Saladd, Cat Whisperer Indeed, as the catgirl began to purr, xhe smiled inwardly. No need to show it on the outside, to do so would be to let down that wall of combatedness and anger that the slug always put up. Stroking the catgirl's hair behind the ear and scratching it seemed to do exactly what xhe wanted to do: Calm her down enough to not have any problems. And it was working. Hearing the purrs, xhe kept it up, making sure to focus on it. It wasn't like it would be taken out of context, so the slug didn't seem to care about anyone else doing things. This was a one time deal anyways, so it was no use letting up.

IC: Souper Saladd Nodding in agreement and understanding, the slug increased the amount of scratching in order to elicit the best possible response from her, since it seemed that Ashley was barely stopping herself from making a verbal response to their actions. Despite this, however, Souper was still very worried. The slug had already noted the agent's absence, so perhaps he really WAS gone, at least for now. Perhaps the location of where they were was the reason for the sudden change, did the Agent know where they were warping ahead of time, or did the process of warping suddenly yank the agent out of her mind? Who would know? Either way, Ashley's safety was the highest priority, "That's good to hear. Perhaps he is gone for good."

IC: Souper Saladd, Agreeing Slug Chef "Quite" said Souper as the slug shrugged. She'd been mostly unhelpful for anything mental, although that might not really be her specialty, but for a ship like the Kestrel, she should be able to multitask, instead of having only one focus. Perhaps she had gotten through based purely on her doctoral degree or something like that, but other than that, she seemed more like a glorified EMT given the recent injuries. She hadn't done any real diagnosis, the machines did that these days, so perhaps she was more akin to a battlefield medic? Who knew with these things. Turning to her again, xhe stroked the hair behind Ashley's ears, "Are you feeling okay? The voice bothering you at all?"

IC: Souper Saladd, Escorter Well this could be better. The group moving forward were approaching the elevator ahead and entering it. Time really did fly when movement was involved. Turning to the catgirl, he shrugged at the thought, "Cat ears are not crazy. Wanting them might be a little weird, as well as the behaviors attached, but I'm sure you will find someone someday who appreciates that for you, Ashley" xhe said as they continued to move.

IC: Souper Saladd Shaking their head, Soup lead her out the door to where everyone was assembling. It was better to be there than anywhere else at the moment, especially to dissuade the whole crazy notion, "No. Not if I have any say about it. I'll explain the situation to them and if they think you are crazy I will make their lives miserable. Make sure to be as genial as possible, giving them a reason to think you are crazy is not a good idea."

IC: Souper Saladd Seeing that they had jumped, Souper was about to say something when Andromeda, cut off by the jump, acceded to the idea. At the same time, however, Nicole returned and then suddenly tossed the cards on the ground. Great, one issue after another, was this to be what they were going to have to deal with the entire time? It was then when the static began to assault Souper's thinksponge, their brain buzzing as the slug clutched their head. Great. For all that was whole and edible, why was this happening now? They were aboard a Federation vessel of much larger size? Well that was unexpected. Shuddering as xhe recovered, Souper felt a ping erupt from Ashley's thoughts, erasing itself. That was odd. Was the Agent gone? The Foreign Presence seemed distant, but the slug distinctly felt that there was a trail left behind. It seemed...oddly familiar...but the slug didn't want to deal with that. Not now. "We should go, Ashley" the slug said, helping the catgirl up, "I think perhaps a Federation ship is the safest place for you at the moment."

IC: Souper Saladd, Wonderer Despite the feelings of negativity now pressed towards the slug from the Zoltan, Souper didn't apologize for their behavior. Right now the only focus that seemed necessary was Ashley, who was still in danger. Xhe turned to the female Zoltan and agreed, "I believe it might be better if you did that, if you could not play as a result of that. Or I could find a set of lead cards, I'm sure that there are a set of playing cards meant for your species to use should the game come in mind. Either way, I think you'd be a great advantage for Ashley."