While Alex either slept or died on the couch, an exact determination of which was somewhat hard to distinguish, Zasz waited. Patience was a virtue, and in certain regards he could be considered saintly in that aspect. There was little to do but stare at the smaller individual in curiosity at first, then boredom. They were not one of his marks. Out in the grand dark ocean that enveloped each and every star, there was bound to be another, maybe even several similar to this one. Without that one quality that made one stand out above all of the others, once Zasz fell past the initial interest, his concentration waned. From his coat a lighter and a crumpled pack of smokes were retrieved from less than graceful hands. An indistinct package without branding, custom ordered as they were perhaps the only cigarettes he had found thus far that could actually filter past the lining he'd had implanted in his throat as a preventive measure against ingested toxins. What was the use of smoking if he couldn't feel the sensation of his lungs being scarred by the heat? A horizontal split formed in the lower half of his helmet, allowing a several inch breach for him to place the death stick into his lips. The lighter happened to be a bit more modern, as those steel fingers of his would break any feeble flint ignition method, instead with but a press against an undetermined button caused a small flame to light the tobacco.
Hidden eyes turned away from Alex towards a horticulture book that he'd picked off of the floor, though book was an understatement. With its size it appeared to belong to part of an encyclopedia volume. Sticking out of the edge of the shut pages were an abundant amount of colored tabs that Zasz had to recall a reason for; at least in the case of this particular publication. There was purpose in what would otherwise be seen as a means to blow off time. Flipping through the thick chapters, skimming more so than reading, it wouldn't be until a halfway gone third cigarette that his speedy scanning stopped on a page with an almost neon yellow tab. With a hearty exhale of white smoke and a grin on his barely viable features he mouthed the word of this particular species.
Calochortus Somniatis
Most did not refer to it as such, though few even knew of its existence. In all manners did the slaver collect rarities, his garden one of his prouder achievements. What he called the Apollo Lilly was about as unique as they came. On its own, the plant was simply a beautiful orchid with a translucent stalk and glowing blue petals. To crush them up and serve it as a tea however induced a psychotropic trance that few drugs could even hold a candle to. A highly addictive experience that one had difficulty telling apart from reality, in fact the blending of both worlds was an almost indiscernible line. To keep his guest on this for a spell would have her out of his hair, that much was certain. The aftereffects, coming down from the quickly developed dependence would bring horrible consequences. Once Alex was on her own that would be her concern however, not his.
She stirred.
Closing the paperback with a loud snap, he flicked away the bud of nearly extinguished embers to the side to allow his mask the freedom to seal once more. His stowaway had survived, though continued on surviving would be a better term. Zasz wouldn't wait for her to finish any of the jumbled sounds her mouth and tongue were struggling to form before rising from his seat to his towering height, leaving his book behind. In any other instance she'd have right to worry about him, but for right now, all he did was step over to the organic replicator behind where he had been settled. "This is indeed my ship." He had managed to pick up on that statement from her, and as such replied with amusement lost on any but himself. There were perhaps few responses he could give that were difficult to take in a positive outlook considering that jarring filter they had to pass through first. The panel to the device activated in his presence, and provided a multitude of options that would fit the needs of most life forms. He'd use the same settings as himself for what he planned on giving the girl, as it was easier than standing there putting in each value that the device would then use to design, "the perfect, efficient meal."
While the machine initialized its routine, Zasz would add an amendment to his prior sentence while he pulled yet another item from inside the heavy layered jacket he wore around his armor. "Captain Zasz Fenris to your rescue." What looked like a blood packet was in his hand, though clear and filled with what was presumably water. It was best not to question just what he didn't have in those deep pockets of his. Turning, he'd toss the container that he did not expect her to be able to catch, but would definitely land on the couch she was laying upon. "Drink up."
With a ding, there lay a green block no larger than your average candy bar inside a glass cylinder that rotated to allow the opening to be accessed. Taking what could hardly be viewed as visually appealing in most circles would power down the food generator, but one took what they could get when push came to shove. Instead of throwing this like before, he's set it down atop one of the various novels covering the table between them then reclaim the seat he had.
"I'm sure you have plenty of questions, as do I, but seeing as all you've done since I've seen you is struggle to get anything coherent out, please take your time." Zasz was by no one's point of view, a friendly and or approachable fellow. Threatening and dominating, sure, even from his lax sitting position he gave off an oppressive aura. As big as he was and with no visible display of emotions, this was a natural effect he had on others that he accepted. Still, he felt with Alex, a reasonable conversation could be had considering he was not tying her up to a bed or shooting at her; that was to come later if pleasant dialogue fell by the wayside. From inside his helm, an audio and video log that he had yet to label was underway to keep record of past, present, and future interactions with his new "friend." Information was never to be wasted, and when he had to hunt down the cretin(s) that were in charge of the Diem Vuong, he would take all he could get. "Before that though, let me say this. I am not what most would consider a decent person, but we have in common that I am disgusted at what you've had to deal with on board the Diem Vuong. Take that for what you will." A fair explanation, Zasz saw it necessary to let the woman know she was not in the presence of an upstanding member of society. While he never lied, like just now he more than withheld critical details that she'd most likely wish to know about her savior.
Hidden eyes turned away from Alex towards a horticulture book that he'd picked off of the floor, though book was an understatement. With its size it appeared to belong to part of an encyclopedia volume. Sticking out of the edge of the shut pages were an abundant amount of colored tabs that Zasz had to recall a reason for; at least in the case of this particular publication. There was purpose in what would otherwise be seen as a means to blow off time. Flipping through the thick chapters, skimming more so than reading, it wouldn't be until a halfway gone third cigarette that his speedy scanning stopped on a page with an almost neon yellow tab. With a hearty exhale of white smoke and a grin on his barely viable features he mouthed the word of this particular species.
Calochortus Somniatis
Most did not refer to it as such, though few even knew of its existence. In all manners did the slaver collect rarities, his garden one of his prouder achievements. What he called the Apollo Lilly was about as unique as they came. On its own, the plant was simply a beautiful orchid with a translucent stalk and glowing blue petals. To crush them up and serve it as a tea however induced a psychotropic trance that few drugs could even hold a candle to. A highly addictive experience that one had difficulty telling apart from reality, in fact the blending of both worlds was an almost indiscernible line. To keep his guest on this for a spell would have her out of his hair, that much was certain. The aftereffects, coming down from the quickly developed dependence would bring horrible consequences. Once Alex was on her own that would be her concern however, not his.
She stirred.
Closing the paperback with a loud snap, he flicked away the bud of nearly extinguished embers to the side to allow his mask the freedom to seal once more. His stowaway had survived, though continued on surviving would be a better term. Zasz wouldn't wait for her to finish any of the jumbled sounds her mouth and tongue were struggling to form before rising from his seat to his towering height, leaving his book behind. In any other instance she'd have right to worry about him, but for right now, all he did was step over to the organic replicator behind where he had been settled. "This is indeed my ship." He had managed to pick up on that statement from her, and as such replied with amusement lost on any but himself. There were perhaps few responses he could give that were difficult to take in a positive outlook considering that jarring filter they had to pass through first. The panel to the device activated in his presence, and provided a multitude of options that would fit the needs of most life forms. He'd use the same settings as himself for what he planned on giving the girl, as it was easier than standing there putting in each value that the device would then use to design, "the perfect, efficient meal."
While the machine initialized its routine, Zasz would add an amendment to his prior sentence while he pulled yet another item from inside the heavy layered jacket he wore around his armor. "Captain Zasz Fenris to your rescue." What looked like a blood packet was in his hand, though clear and filled with what was presumably water. It was best not to question just what he didn't have in those deep pockets of his. Turning, he'd toss the container that he did not expect her to be able to catch, but would definitely land on the couch she was laying upon. "Drink up."
With a ding, there lay a green block no larger than your average candy bar inside a glass cylinder that rotated to allow the opening to be accessed. Taking what could hardly be viewed as visually appealing in most circles would power down the food generator, but one took what they could get when push came to shove. Instead of throwing this like before, he's set it down atop one of the various novels covering the table between them then reclaim the seat he had.
"I'm sure you have plenty of questions, as do I, but seeing as all you've done since I've seen you is struggle to get anything coherent out, please take your time." Zasz was by no one's point of view, a friendly and or approachable fellow. Threatening and dominating, sure, even from his lax sitting position he gave off an oppressive aura. As big as he was and with no visible display of emotions, this was a natural effect he had on others that he accepted. Still, he felt with Alex, a reasonable conversation could be had considering he was not tying her up to a bed or shooting at her; that was to come later if pleasant dialogue fell by the wayside. From inside his helm, an audio and video log that he had yet to label was underway to keep record of past, present, and future interactions with his new "friend." Information was never to be wasted, and when he had to hunt down the cretin(s) that were in charge of the Diem Vuong, he would take all he could get. "Before that though, let me say this. I am not what most would consider a decent person, but we have in common that I am disgusted at what you've had to deal with on board the Diem Vuong. Take that for what you will." A fair explanation, Zasz saw it necessary to let the woman know she was not in the presence of an upstanding member of society. While he never lied, like just now he more than withheld critical details that she'd most likely wish to know about her savior.
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