Arabian Swindler

Finally onboard, Dejen traveled the ship and iddily listened into all the conversations going on. Changelings chattered and spoke to refugees and even helped Susumu along with his tasks. Taking a moment, Dejen stopped by Asha’s room which was partially open and found the Lioness tending to both Bina and Bakari along with Tatsu.

To say, the two teens looked like they had been in some war. While they were being washed up, Bina looked tired and Bakari seemed to have charged headfirst into a mountain and was completely out of it. From the looks of it though, both looked alright, just banged up. It was hard to not look away as Bina held her brother closely in her relife.

Asha gave Dejen a look and a slight smile before going back to tending to both. Dejen breathed out and kept moving and watched more people move about. Taka and Katsume seemed to take their time in aiding a few people. Mynu was keeping guard over possibly questionable ones. He saw Rah-Rah directing a few changelings on how to do some patch-up jobs for the ships they stole. Debt soon took up Dejen’s side to keep guard.

The ship was just plain busy, and it was almost odd to see for Dejen.

I never thought I see this ship just...busy. It was always nearly empty, or moving around...not filled with...lots of people. Or rather lots of strangers...I don’t know if I like it. People I don’t know and let allowed just to...move around. he almost pause in that thought. Huh..wonder if that’s the Stripe-- or just me that’s thinking that. considering it as he shrugged. Eh, not important.

Walking again, he glance to Debt as he joked. “Making sure no one gets me?”

“Despite them being saved by you, there is a chance they will kill you.” said Debt as he added while looking down. “Plus, you are the Clan-head. Your safety is needed with unknowns in our domain.” Dejen sighed a bit, shaking his head as he look back ahead as he thought.

he does have a slight point. Despite them knowing I saved them all, regardless of their position, they know who I am. They know how much I’m worth. Anyone could try to kill me...or at least try to. But...would they? That was the tricky question, since technically...he did saved them from armageddon.

“Dejen!” He heard, making the strip stop as Sharp trotted up to him and said, “Dejen, Galdan wanted me to tell you that he would like to speak to you at length tomorrow and he requests you fly the ship near equestria’s borders.”

“And why doesn’t he want me to talk to him right now? I mean I don’t have anything to do, so I could talk to him now.”

“He needed his sleep.” Told Sharp. “He was more tired than he thought and Mist decide to make sure he got his rest.” Then breathed in to add, “He’s also requesting that when the time comes, a ship is ready so the princesses can be told of what’s happened.”

Humming with a stroking of his chin, Dejen said. “Well, I could let you all borrow one of my new ships...probably a interceptor.” then soon asked. “How's your group anyway? Any serious injuries that Susumu couldn’t heal?”

Shaking her head, Sharp told, “well, besides a few that lost limbs? We’re fine. Malvus is still the jolly giant, even if one of his horns was snapped off. Mist is dealing with just one eye. One of the auxiliary is putting up with a missing wing and one of our newer recruits is learning to stand with a peg-leg.”

Snorting, she told, “Malvus made a joke that since we’re not hunters, we might as well be Pirates-- since we look the part now” Then looked back adding, “guys optimistic, but sometime I want to sock his gut for some jokes.”

Chuckling, he jokes. “You could always be my merry band of mercs. Especially since you’re using one of my ships to fly around.”

“Just to report.” told Sharp, “Galdan’s talking with the crew-- tomorrow --over what our next move is. The hunter’s are going to be after us now and we know it.” Then sighed, “anyways, I should get back and sleep in myself. Today's been a little crazy.”

Grinning in amusement, he joked. “If you think this is crazy, then just wait when the supernatural comes in play.” he however motioned her to go on, as he thought. Hrm...might need to make a letter to the Princess’s...mostly in case of them knowing of what I’m doing, as well as possibly warning them of the Hunters. Might work later in the long run, but I doubt it’ll change much now. thinking a bit as he walked on.

Which reminds me, I need to head to a city-- maybe Ramada to drop off the citizens, the few ‘guards’ Mynu is watching over-- and see if the slaves want freedom. Maybe offer to let them go to their homelands. Pretty sure that will win me brownie points with the Isles with some zebras I notice around. thinking along as he still needed to gather his contacts. Gather old debts-- maybe expand his hand to see who will repay him back?

But thats going to take a while...even more with every danger along the way… thinking as he couldn’t plan out his contacts uses...but he did had a month worth of time. So he should figured something out by then.

Next day, and there was finally peace. Dejen watched the fleet of ships gravitate around the Innovations Rise almost serenely. There were no pirates in sight and really? Being so close to the border to Equestria was a good choice. It seemed not many Slaver’s bothered to come too close. And it made sense. Mostly from the border patrols that would pass by.

So far they were hiding among some nice fluffy clouds-- clouds some pegasi both slave-made and those that had ran, had help make. So, they were in cover mostly and it gave a nice bit of protective peace.

When Galdan entered in, Dejen noted that out of armor, the griffin had a good amount of scars on him. It only showed the bird had been in a lot more battles than one would think, and had experience in it. The former-hunter sat down and said, “got quite the fleet of ships out there.”

Nodding, Dejen chuckle out. “They weren’t even mine.” Glancing to Galdan as he went on. “But they did belong to a horse that didn’t pay me back in a bet. So, fair’s fair, I took what was mine.” he soon asked. “What’s the plan?”

Seeing that Dejen was getting to business, Galdan told, “I talked it over with the crew. Since we’re out of a job and some have done what they could, they’re thinking of joining the guard.” He let that sink in a bit before going on. “After talking it over more, we’ve decided that a few of us are heading to Equestria to deliver the message to their Highnesses of what happened and join the ranks of the Royal guard.”

“Myself and the remaining crew, are staying to aid in your own job.” Which… was surprising to hear. Galdan seemed to continue. “Our objectives hardly changed. We’re still going to keep to our goals of protecting civilian lives, move changelings that need a out and make sure the hunter’s don’t step over their boundaries by any means.”

The old bird reached into his casual shirt’s pocket and got out a slightly burnt book. Dejen could clearly read it was a notebook or manual, and Galdan said. “I’m a bird of rules, Dejen. And most here? Well, if affiliation with a questinal party allows for the safety of the masses, I have the choice and authority to take that risky venture.”

Raising a brow, he admit. “I honestly thought you were going back to infiltrate the Hunters, or at least join the Royal guard.” letting a sigh escape him. “And here I was planning on giving a actual letter to the royal Princess’s for them to read. A pity.”

Placing the booklet back away, Galdan told, “a few of my crew is leaving to join the guard. I’m forwarding a message with them to the Royals. We can send yours along. But the option to infiltrate the hunter’s is not a option. They would exclude all information from me and my men.”

Pushing on, Galdan informed, “I am informing them of not just the betrayal and the Hunter’s increasingly questionable actions, but informing them that I am conducting investigations under the guise of a rogue element.” Slightly smiling to add on, “a believable cover story, since I would be under the command of the Captain of this ship.”

Giving a small cackle of laughter, Dejen joked with a wide grin. “Sure you want to do that? I’m not much of a rule man-- even less of a military one. I’m more of a unpredictable luck thinker that likes to gamble.”

“The Changeling Hunters are wanting to kill me, dejen.” Told Galdan straight and simply. “It won’t matter where I am. So, to make sure I can still do my job, I’m going to partner up with someone that at least has the same belief about changelings.” Then added in, “and I watched your ship fending off the navy of Abasa. In my opinion, you need a old grizzled captain to straighten out how to work a ship of war.”

Chuckling, Dejen turn to raise a hand as he joked. “I hope you know that I expect you to work off your debt to me until we ride into the unknown, ‘Captain’.”

“I don’t need to.” Galdan snorted. “If I recall, I gave you a gemstone that senses Queens and warned you of their function. I also let you go when I had a easy chance to catch you when looking for that mage. And I had plenty of chances to report you in.”

“Oh very well, we’re fair in our debts, Galdan.” said Dejen as he lower his hand in thought. “But if your the captain of this ship...then I might be a higher rank than you…” thinking on it some.

“Captain was my rank, Dejen.” Said the war-vet. “At this point? I’m merely a old war vet that’s shaping up your ship’s crew. You being Captain of the ship is different from what I am.”

“You could always be the Quartermaster.” joke Dejen.

Thinking on it, Galdan nod, “Best I be at least that much. I’m going to be keeping an eye on your arms and who’s going to need what.” Though seemed to add, “Think your crew of changelings can put up with a bunch of former-changeling hunters roaming around and barking orders during combat?”

Thinking to that, he said. “Some might put up with it….other's might be hard to handle-- but I’m sure we can get them to listen.” he soon told while reaching into his robes to take out the letter to pass to the griffon. “You might want to talk to Rah-Rah about the ship arments and what we need to resupply. We used..a different sort of ammunition than most ships.” he soon asked.

“Which remind me, who is staying with you?”

“Only a few are going to leave.” Told Galdan. “For the most part, you’re going to have what remains of my whole ship here. A good 20 strong and disciplined troops.” Then nod, “I’ll tell the head engineer that we’re going to want a demonstration of how to handle the new arms.” giving a short salute before leaving the room.

So...I get to have 20 former changeling hunter soldiers under my hand...I don’t know if its funny that there are former enemies in my place...or awkward since technically we were enemies. Dejen thought as he already thought on those from Equestria that would be needed to go with the other ex-hunters. Walking to the kitchen since he was starting to get hungry.

I also need to make a trip around to the Isles, mostly for the zebras or other former slaves to leave and gain more brownie points. Then I need to direct the citizens of Abbassa to Ramada-- maybe get slave-borns sent to Harsho since he knows what to do. he consider briefly that he should probably warned Windy not to ask one of the slave-borns to be part of ‘Dejen Harem’. Mostly since while he wouldn’t mind, something tells in his gut that was a bad move.

And he trust his guts when it comes to intuition.

Moving to the dining area, he could see that a number of the former hunters had taken up to eating there already. While it was odd for the changelings to an extent, the hunters didn’t pay mind. They talked, chattered and went over things.

Deken looked about and found Mercy and Windy already eating, and he soon joined them. He could spot Gem actually holding a conversation with one of the former hunters-- from the looks of it, it was another dog and they were going over some paper. Apparently they were a engineer too.

While Dejen made his way for the kitchen where the food was being served, he saw Bina come out looking a bit messy with flower sticking to her fur. “Dejen, hey.” Having a what looked to be a pie in her hands as she flattened her ears. “I wanted to say… sorry about nearly wrecking the ship.” Shifting some and adding, “and… sort of running off to find Bakari…”

Sighing he waved. “I’m glad you didn’t destroy the ship. And it’s alright. You were just...taking matters to you own hand. All is forgiven and under the bridge….you're brother, I’m uncertain of.”

Smiling, Bina said, “He’s doing better.” Then cheered, “I actually made this pie for you, I wasn’t sure what flavor you liked… but…” Holding it up to him. It was touching, and Dejen moved his hands to accept it. It was about then that Bina moved her hands back and with one arm, splat it into his face.

Many stopped to look as Dejen stood there, hands out expectantly but cream-pie all over his face. With an annoyed face, Bina told, “and that’s for not thinking first and being a jerk, Dejen.” Huffing and walking past. Dejen slightly noted, that he could hear Bakari’s laughter from somewhere… and the slight snickers around the room.

...I rather take this than a beating. I can handle this a lot better. thought Dejen as he took a finger to wipe the pie on his face to give a taste. “Hrm...Lemon...not bad...reminds me of my grandmother a bit.” Mercy and Windy took note of his flavor tastes in their minds. As he kept wiping his face with his fingers as Gem snicker out.

“Not gonna clean it, Boss?”

“And waste this pie? As if!” told Dejen, as he took the time to clean his face and eat the bits he could as he sat in a free chair. Gem snort as she told to the other diamond dog.

“See? Crazy.”

With a nod, the dog said, “I see. Make wonder if screw-loose.” The male then looking back at the paper and moving a set of spectacle glasses up to trace something. “Still confused. Why like this?” Apparently trying to understand some of the ships more… complex parts.

Pulling her goggles down to read, she told. “Alright it’s like this.” teaching him on why those parts were needed, as Mercy giggle a bit to Dejen.

“Need us to help clean your face up?”

“No, no, I’m good.” told Dejen as he told while continuing to clean and eat his face off. “Although we need to start moving the Equestrians with the ex-hunters that are leaving. Make sure they get back home turf.” Mercy nod as she asked.

“And the slave-born?” Dejen consider it quick and told.

“Take them and the citizens from Abbassa to Ramada. Let Harsho deal with them.” Mercy consider something...and internally felt a idea sparking as she glance from Windy. As apparently for once the two mares were thinking on the same thought. While both mares were content with their Stripe and their relationship? They also felt...like adding another member.

Mostly due to the fact of herd-mentality. They felt certain enough they were ready for a third mare, especially in helping Dejen ‘relax’ more. Sure the two of them had been helping, but Mercy been a bit busy in leading the Hive and watching over Alibi. Windy knew that while she enjoy being her Master focus in the bedroom, she also knew that they might need a third herd sister soon enough.

So the two held a unspoken conversation with their eyes, as both agree to search for a ‘good pick’ for their male to be with. Mostly when one of them will be holding eggs and birthing said eggs. This was for certain, so the two made sure to comb through the mares, even slave-born to ensure they find ‘the cream of the crop’ in both looks and personality-wise for Dejen.

He was after all, the ‘Clan-Head’ of this group.

It was not enough to hammer in just how much Ramada had grown since the Scars had left it. And now it seemed to have grown just a bit more, if not in size than in layout. Last visit, they had a hard time getting parking space for their huge battleship. This time around it was not a issue. Newly made docking areas made for large ships in mind were now around and made landing all the more easily done.

It was left unsaid that once they landed the sultan himself, Hishiro, wanted to see Dejen and give his good friend a nice greeting. IT was also unsaid that it gave the crew a moment to get off and have some time off or a moment of respite. The Hunters-now-crew going about reorganizing themselves and going through some training motions with Rah-Rah on how to manage the ship best.

And, there was of course Mercy’s visit with Shima, who was more than happy to give the queen a few crates of love to make sure they were kept healthy and strong. It was almost just generous how much could be given, but seeing as they were on the move and Shima sympathized with Mercy’s dilemmas? Well, not much else was said no the issue.

Still, with the ships of his temporary fleet landing and possibly being sold off for high-price? Dejen awaited for the gold to just pour in. While it was neat to have a fleet in mind? He did recognize the issues of trying to maintain a fleet of ships. Even more that they were not combat ships. His battleship alone was large enough to hold everyone on board, though he debated if he should keep a few ships with them or not. But once more, they were not combat ready or able.

Something that would be an issue if they gotten into a fight. And as Rah-Rah had pointed out, none of those ships could keep pace with the Innovation. If anything, their slow speeds would make them a hinderince during fast traveling. So, the most logical option was to simply sell them for lot’s of gold.

Something Dejen did with utter exploit of other's as a swindler.

However this also lead to another opportunity, or rather a few opportunity. One: Giving Rah-Rah much time to aid the twenty former hunters on how the ship works. Two: Allow Dejen to reuse the old designs, but tinker with it with use of the Exo-suit, while keeping the prototype around for comparison. Three: Allow his group for much needed R&R in both disguise and without trouble due to both their rep here-- and the Shiftlings seeing them as friends.

And finally? It would allow Dejen to call in old favors from all over Arabia. He decided to use a old means to send word of those who is in debt to him, some of which might take the call, other's might take time. The Stripe knew it would take time, but it would also allow him to be in a safe area without trouble. Even more most of his old contacts knew he made a base in Ramada.

Or rather had one. But they didn’t need to know that detail.

Dejen however knew that while he sent the call for various of favors and contacts to respond to him-- that would work well with his plan to remove Dejeen. There was another problem he was all too aware of. The Arabian politics. It was a messy thing, and complicated system, especially more when usurping thrones. The Stripe knew that if one had to take over the throne? They had to do it in a short time. 3 months were the maxim for either a Prince or a noble to take over the throne.

Failed to achieve it? The other Sultans would come aid to the one being attacked. Succeed? That usurper had two months to take control of his city and produce what that city was design to do. If the usurper manage that? The Sultans would continue on as business as usual. After all, why should they let their soldiers bleed for a fight of a ‘new ruler’?

But...there was another thing the usurper had to do. Ensure no relatives were around. No wives, no daughters, no one to take the throne. After all, blood relative of the throne could easily call rights to get the other Sultans to reconsider...Dejen although shiver in recalling, as Dejeen had one relative, his niece...and Dejen knew better than to poke that issue with a 50 feet pole.

He did NOT want to get near that Queen Corba again. Ever.

Luckily, if Ijo was still alive, he could replace Dejeen, if not? Well...that would put a wrench in his plans. Even more on finding a good enough replacement that wasn’t stupid enough with a city of Trade. He just hope that spice lord was still alive. And still recall the favor he owes to Dejen. But as of now? Well it was the waiting, gathering info, and basically relax game…

Although it was odd that Mercy been out a bit more recently with Windy-- although then again this was their former home. Probably wanted to see the sights, or maybe talk with Shima or something. Dejen admitally didn’t pay it too mind, he knew they were in a safe place, even more Hashiro guards were discipline enough to not take bribes. They were after all, not stupid enough to incur not only the Sultan wrath-- but get the Stripe twitchy. They learn their lessons from the last time they messed with Dejen.

That was also to say, waiting for the responses would take it’s own time. It left Dejen with the needed off time to do his own projects on the ship, or when he wanted? To go out and gamble a little. It was nice to actually play his hand against other people that had skill in that area. Mostly for his own enjoyment of winning.

For now though, Dejen focused on his work and didn’t think on much else. The slow improvement of his hand cannon had rapidly gone up with the prototype’s use and testing. The only issue now was to really add omph to it. Which, after talking to Taka over the subject of the metal, helped assure the strip that Herno Honor Steel was indeed the way to go.

Taka had offered to even aid in making his ‘Honor Weapon’, as the cat put it. Though while Dejen felt a little shaky of his weapon being considered such, Taka only laughed and told that ‘Honor’ was a little subjugated to each clan. One example he made was with the Kitsune, as their Honor was always on a fine line due to their shadow warrior ways.

To this, Dejen consider on accepting Taka offer, although he explained he rather craft the weapon in Taka village once they deliver all three demon heads as per agreement. Taka agree to Dejen reasoning, as he didn’t know how to make the metal, only how to mold and forge it from the smiths. Dejen also asked of Rah-Rah assisting, as Dejen learn from Taka that this was ‘Dejen weapon’, not Rah-Rah.

The only reason Taka was aiding the Stripe, is due to the fact Dejen was never trained in the traditions that made this metal. So, if the gambler wanted to make the shape right? He will have to ask Gem or even some smith for practice. Which...he did, as to make sure he gotten the right shape for his gun’s primary parts. Which was also added work as while Gem teased to the Stripe for being a novice, she knew this was serious work.

And so Dejen had to take more time in the forge for a new lesson of smithing. Which would be a good while before he could be ‘up to standards of a average smith’ in Gem eyes.

But, he at least amended that he’d have Taka’s aid, and possibly the Master Smith’s help on making his ‘Honor Weapon’, or at least the base parts. Though Taka did make it a point that he would have to make his Honor Weapon in the forge itself. So any additional parts, he better bring with.

When most of these things were said and done, Dejen found himself almost a bit tired by a weeks passing. He half lounged in the chair in the bridge and just shuffled his cards in half thought. Things had just blurred over the week. Lessons, projects, talking to Hashiro and getting intel.

With a sigh, he felt like he needed a slight break.

Hearing heavy hooves, Dejen turned to find one of his new crew walking in now. He half grinned at Malvus, the large minotaur now spotting a iron cap for his broken horn and more… ‘piraty’ cloths as he liked to joke. “Dejen.” Grinned the Lieutenant. “There you are, what are you doing here?” Then looked out the window saying, “enjoying the view?”

“Enjoying the view, shuffling my cards...Taking a break.” said Dejen as he let out a sigh. “Been working hard and long for these past weeks.” then look to Malvus as he joked. “Whats up? Decided to ask my opinion on looking like a pirate now, Malvus?”

Waving a hand, Malvus told, “no sir. I think I got the right opinion from my fellows.” Then jerked his head. “Was going to see if you were up for a few hands.” And for a moment, Dejen blinked. A few hands, like… poker? It really did catch his interest-- even more since these were ‘stern, rulkeeping soldiers’. Highly disciplined by the near stick-in-the-mud Captain they had.

“A few hands? Like Bloody hoof, or poker?” asked Dejen as he slowly pull himself out of the chair he was relaxing in.

Grinning, Malvus told, “Poker, Bloody Hoof, blackjack, strip poker-- I even taught them a old-hometown game called Dirty Bell. A slight favorite for some.”

Grinning wider in a full blown toothy grin, Dejen got on his feet as he held his deck in hand and told. “Malvus you got me at poker. I don’t care if its even strip poker-- it’s good to be playing new people.”

Laughing uproariously, Malus said, “well, don’t expect strip poker much, not many got the cloths for it!” And waved, “come on. We’re all packed in one of the spare rooms. It wasn’t used much besides storage, and we got a few changling’s in to set up a table.” then told on, “no offense to them, but we can’t play against changelings. Emotion sensing sort of makes gambling with them impossible.”

Chuckling as he followed the larger male. “I don’t think they don’t mind. Sometimes its hard to play with emotionvores.” then added in a joking tone. “And they can’t play with each other, since they can see through the other's eyes.”

Snorting, Malvus said, “I’d hate to be them. Takes the fun out of a good gambling hand.” But seemed to wave it off to soon add, “Oh, and we’re using one of the other decks.” Giving a large grin to Dejen to tell, “no offense to you, sir? But we can’t have you get a hand-up by chance with your own deck. You might rig the game!” Being good natured about it rather than accusing.

Placing a hand on his chest, he asked in mock shock. “Me? Rig the game? You know I would never cheat. AFter all, this deck is a one of a kind!” giving a tsked sound as he asked. “What sort of rumors been said of me and my deck?”

“Nothing.” Malvus said in turn, “I just know better than to use someone else’s deck of cards when gambling. I’ve always used a random deck of cards I have just for nights like these, makes it harder for someone to stack or cut the cards in their favor.” Being pretty smart on it. “Card gambling is a old minotaur game, Dejen. We know better.”

Snorting, Dejen put his deck into his robes pocket as he said. “You’re too smart when it comes to gambling, Malvus.” then grin in amusement. “The funny part is, you’re right. I would’ve rig the game with my deck. This deck of mine is one I know by heart, to the point I could easily tell what cards you all got the moment I look at them.”

With a amused smile, Malvus said, “sounds like you swindled a lot of gullible fools with that deck.”

Chuckling, Dejen said. “Yeah, this deck was my greatest tool. Always helped me gain food, or money when I needed it.” giving a glance of where the deck was placed as a nostalgic smile came on his face. “This deck was given to me by my gramps...said it was the ‘luckiest’ thing he ever had.”

“Maybe it is.” Said Malvus after giving a glance. “Back home, people would say if you held and charishe something enough? It gets a life of its own. Weapons that become legendary became like it because their wielders believed in something with it. That armor became inpendrible because those that had it believe it protected them from harm.”

Shrugging, Malvus said, “who knows. Maybe because your grandfather thought it was lucky, it became lucky.”

Having a thoughtful expression on his face, Dejen slowly nodded. “I never really believe in much beside Luck. Luck was always something I know very well…” then gave a low smile to the deck in his robes as he pat the area. “but...I think I can believe my grandpa deck is lucky enough.” then amend. “Or rather, my deck now…” then clear his throat as he soon told with a grin. “Now, lets see if I can use my gambling ways to win out of your pockets.” then added with a teasing smile.

“Or, pry some secrets out of you all.”

Barking a laugh, Malvus told, “better do good, or else Sharp’ll clean you out of every embarrassing thing you had to do!” Turning and entering the room where most of the hunters had set up. And there were indeed tables up with a few playing their own games. Sharp, Mist, and a few of the girls were around their own table. A few of the engineering team were at another. And at one table held a few others that Dejen didn’t recognize.

Malvus told his fellows, “deal us in, the boss-man said yes to a game!”

“Sweet.” Dragged out a stallion while getting the cards flicked out. “Boy, I heard you’d be the luckiest one around. Can’t wait to see what sort of luck you’ll pull out of your ass for this game.”

Rolling her eyes, a horse agreed, “I have to say I am a little curious myself.” Half leaning on the table to add, “right. We should probably be saying thanks for letting us join the crew. At first we were not sure if you’d say yes after the Captain figured to tell you the news.”

Snorting, Dejen told as he sat down while waiting for his cards. “I may be Death’s Gambler, but I’m at least willing to hear from other's if they are willing to listen themselves.” then went on. “side, I tolerated you lot. You were the few hunters that weren’t a bunch of zealots and kill first and ask later sort I had to deal with.”

“Is that how bad it was around here?” asked a mare with a raise of her brow, to which Dejen told.

“Hunters who were in Ramada? The moment they noticed a changeling? They didn’t even follow proper regulations of asking the guard for aid.” shaking his head some. “Hashiro became pretty piss when property damage began to grow steadily.”

Shaking his head, the stallion said, “geeze. If any of the hunter’s in equestria did the same? They'd get court marched so hard, they said you’d be back to your cadet rank and back in basic!”

Snorting in amusement, Malvus said, “that was just a over exaggerated account.” Then told Dejen, “the courtmarshaled was still a think. Depending on the damages? You get striped of a rank. It can get pretty harsh depending on how bad it gets.”

“Still.” Spoke a griffin at the table, “I’m pretty sure the reason that rumor became a thing was because of one moron that actually did enough damage he was demoted to cadet-- or was kicked out. One of the two.”

Snorting a bit, Dejen told. “Well, unlike in Equestria, things ran differently in Arabia. Which meant the Hunters organization could be a bit loose in letting some greenhorns, or the fucked up ones go around here since each Sultan ruled their own city with their own laws.”

“How did you get your title?” asked the mare. “I mean, it’s a bit odd that you’re name, ‘Death’s Gambler’. How did you get it?” Dejen merely grin as he asked in amusement.

“What, no one ever read the reports about dear little me?”

Each one shook their head, Malvus saying, “we didn’t have much reason to. Our jurisdiction was in Equestria and you never touched it. Only Galdan bothered, and he only did so for his own curiosity.” Looking down and picking up his given cards to keep telling. “Most of your tittles and infamy is pretty left out. Most of us just stuck to Equestria, or got transferred there for one reason or another.”

Raising her hoof, the mare told, “transferred to mostly tour Equestria.”

Talon up, the griffin said, “was part of Galdan’s attachment from the Kingdoms.”

Feeling like joining in, Malvus grinned, “Knew the old bird from my pop.”

Another at the table said, “got picked by him.”

The stallion huffed and said, “Annoyed my last commander and shoved me at Galdan, telling him I was his problem.”

Chuckling, Dejen said. “Alright, fair enough, fair enough.” then glance to his cards as he picked them up, keeping them hidden as he said. “Well, I don’t know about her about not knowing of me,” motioning to the horse, as he continue. “But the reason I gained the title of Death’s Gambler is a bit...well, exaggerated to a point.” shrugging abit as he examined each of their faces, or rather body expressions as he used his knowledge and experience of a gambler as he told his tale.

“See, before I left Arabia I gained a infamous streak to everyone. I was always seen gambling, no matter where you find me, I’ll be gambling. One could argue it's a addiction, but I prefer a way to keep my skills sharp.” then told on with a grin. “Back then, I wasn’t taken as a big threat to the Hunters-- I was more of a painful throne in their sides around here.” then glance down quickly as he held a easy going nature on his expression.

Looking back up he told on as they were playing the game a bit. “So, some Hunters thought they could play me with my own game. They got someone to challenge me in a bet of poker, thinking of making me lose my money, or killing me to end the problem.” chuckling a bit in amusement. “Big surprise there, I won, cleaned house from that fool and warned him that if he wanted to beat me, he should learn how to not show his plays.”

Shaking his head as he went on. “Apparently they decided to take me out even more deadly ways. Some were easily to remove, other's were a pain. So I decided the best way to remove the problem? Is to bring it to me. I sent them out a invitation to a card game, a game of poker.” looking to them as he told with a wide grin. “And I let them beat me on purpose.”

A few blink to this as the stallion asked. “You...let them beat you? Why?”

“Because I wanted them to think they won. Before I activated the trap door underneath and kill them with spikes.” answer Dejen with a chuckle. Seeing a few grimace or look surprise as the Stripe lightly shrug. “It was dirty, but it made my point across...till they decided to do more.”

“So over the years, they try various ways and I decided to be a bit...nasty with my response. Did a few things, remove a thing here or there-- even made a offer of poker to ‘beat me’.” he snort in amusement as he soon heard the mare asked.

“But...what does this have to do with the title?”

“Well, here's the thing.” said Dejen as he thought and told. “I like to take chances. Like any sort of chance that could speak death to me? I take it. I’ll rope in other's who try to get at me, playing with these ‘games of chance’ that could be life and death. And no matter what?” grinning in amusement. “Death was the house that would always win in the end. No matter who fights me, no matter what sort of plan they use against me? Death always win.”

“Thye do say the House always cheats too.” Said Malvus in thought before laughing, “you can never cheat death, but death can apparently cheat you!”

“And apparently, Death thinks I’m good for business so he keeps me alive for now.” grinned Dejen in amusement.

“That's a little reckless. You do know Death will get you too, right?” said the griffon, to which Dejen laugh with a hyena cackle, calming some as he raised a finger and told.

“I doubt it. Since Death seem to enjoy playing the game of chance with me. Even more with my devilish luck.”

Eyes rolled, heads shook-- and one minotaur laughed. They eventually returned to their game and began to go back and forth. Malvus proved to be rather good, mostly because he was often so busy talking or making a joke, he seemed to forget they were doing a game. Either that or he was using it to just hide his tells.

Midway in, the mare asked, “say, what are the plans for when we leave Ramada?” Looking to their new boss as she went on, “I know you have plans, and I’m sure you’ll tell Captain Galdan. But I’m curious.”

“What brought this up?” Asked the stallion in slight confusion.

“Well.” Began the mare, “I was simply wondering. There’s a number of places we might go and I thought it would be nice to know what we're heading towards.” Seeming to say, “or if you plan to take bounties. I actually heard of this interesting one concerning a Queen Cobra that--”

“NOPE!” nearly shouted Dejen as he made sure no one saw his cards in his raised voice. “No, no, no, no, no, NO!” panting a bit in hysteria as he said. “I rather go to the Princess’s of Equestria for a poker game-- than to be anywhere near a Queen Cobra!”

A few blinked, and the Mare said, “well… if you say so…” Not really sure how to take the sudden panic. “It was pricey, but if you want to avoid it… I heard that it’s taken residence in a cave not too far off from a town called Gunka.”

Dejen shiver in remembrance as he said. “We are going nowhere near that place as far as I want.” then took a deep breath to calm himself as he said. “As for a plan? I’m making sure what contacts and favors that I had are still available. Make sure they’re be used correctly in regards to Abbassa city.”

While some nod to that, the Stallion did say, “so, I guess that means we’ll be sticking around here for a bit?” And huffed out, “drag…. I get a feeling the longer we’re here, the more the Cap’s going to put us through the grinder.”

With a slight smile, the griffin told, “Just be glad he’s terrorizing the Queen’s Hive on how to ‘properly’ man the guns. I’m pretty sure if they were scared of hunter’s before? They’re now seeing the terror of the Captian’s warpath for ‘perfection’ in warfare.”

Groaning, Dejen told. “Don’t remind me. Mercy been busy a lot more with getting the Hive perfected with the guns.”

“So...how is it with you and with a Queen?” asked the stallion in curiosity. “What's it like?” Dejen raise a brow, before he asked.

“What's it like with a mare?”

He went to say, but with a hoof bumping his shoulder, Sharp came up from behind and told, “don’t answer. You’ll embarrass yourself.” Getting a agreeing nod from Mist. Eyes on Dejen, she went on, “trust me Sir, he’s the last stallion you want to place in the same sentence with a mare.”

Nodding wisely, the Stripe told to the stallion. “In translation. I’m not telling you a thing.”

“Oh come on, we’re curious!” whined the stallion, as the horse mare corrected.

“Correction. You’re curious.” the stallion glance and said.

“Oh come on, none of you are curious about how they manage to work it out?"

“Trying to dig into your new boss relationship, is digging your grave in your career.” told Mist in a dry tone.

When the stallion looked around to his fellow guys, the griffin had his beak deep with his hand. The other guy pointedly looking away. Malvus only grinned and waited for him to say something wrong. With a grumble, the stallion said, “some bro’s you are, not supporting me.”

“I know a sinking ship when I see one.” Malvus told. “I’m ditching it before it does.”

“Plus, it isn’t really smart in trying to annoy your new boss with prodding about his relationship with a Queen.” added Dejen with a full blown grin, although if one checked into his eyes, they could see the utter annoyance at the stallion as he went on. “Especially more so, when your close enough to take on latrine duty for a month.”

“With all due respect sir?” Began Sharp, “he’s a idiot.”

“Hey!” Said the stallion.

“And a moron.” Continued the pegasus as she rolled her eyes. “He’s a good fighter, and means well… but he’s just as dense. Let the Captain handel him, save yourself the headache.”

Nodding, Dejen said. “Wise word, Sergeant.” looking back to his cards as Mist glance and asked.

“You never did mention on what you’re going to do with Abbassa city? Are you going to take control over it?”

Snorting, Dejen told. “No, too much of a hassall.”

Raising her brow, the unicorn asked. “With your insanity and influence, I would’ve thought you would easily take control a major point of Arabia.”

“That, is where you’re half wrong.” told Dejen as he glance up to explain to her and others who didn’t know. “Unlike in other places, Arabia has...a complex law system. One I rather shorten for your sakes. Basically, whoever usurp a throne? Got to do it in both timing, weeding out relatives, and establish control to produce its job within 5 months. You also got to keep your ass on the throne alive, as there would be others who might take your place if you aren't smart-- or ruthless enough to make a point. Even more so?”

“I rather place someone I trust enough who understand Arabia culture-- and have them as my new informant than take the throne myself. Abbassa is the city of trade-- but a city of information if you put in the right people in their spots.”

A few thought on that a bit, and Sharp remarked, “and you think you can find someone you can trust to do that?” Rolling a hoof to go on, “that is… what stops them from turning on you when you’re away and out of sight and become the next Dejeen?”

“Oh, very, very simple, dear Sharp.” said Dejen with a knowing grin. “See, I already had a replacement in mind. Someone who owes me very dearly-- a life debt of sorts.” then went on. “Now you may not all know what that means in Arabia,” then motioned to the horse. “But I’m certain you know what a life debt means in Arabia?” the horse mare nodded in affirmation.

She look around to explain. “A life debt, is when you not only saved their life, but their career, their household-- everything they possess. In Arabia it is hard to keep what you have, even less if you are killed.” thinking, she emphasis to Malvus. “It is something like that of a honor bound oath to the Holds. One that cannot be easily broken.”

Feeling a need to correct, Malvus told, “Honor Bound aren’t in line with just possessions. It’s something more personal and to that one person. Their things don’t become the new masters if they had family.” Thinking a bit to proceed, “Honor Bound slaves are a completely different condition where they feel the need to serve the master after a debt is paid off.”

“My apologies.” said the horse, as she went on to correct. “While its not exactly like something in the Holds-- a life debt in Arabia isn’t easily forgotten. Yes there is a chance this candidate will betray Dejen, since greed tend to be strong.”

“But,” spoke in Dejen. “A life debt for around here, is like a...business of sorts. Since a reliable ‘business partner’ is such a rare thing. Even more in keeping a solid deal. We sort of pay each other back, having the chances of profit grow for every visit on both sides.” grinning all the while. “We go back and forth until we’re business partners with beneficial deals. And considering me and my friend are very good partners from the last few years we work well?” chuckling a bit in amusement.

“Well, I may not work well with honor-- but business is a language I speak well in Arabia.”

Giving a half laugh to this, Malvus told, “you’re lucky that those Herno haven't had trouble with you yet. The Kitsune I get, they’re pretty grey with honor. The Herno? Not so much.” Then curiously asked, “except maybe those two younger ones…” Then drew his brows close to ask, “Sharp mentioned those kids are… stronger than they look.”

This… was probably expected in all reality. And looking around, he could tell the other former-hunters were listening in. They wanted to know what was going on. And seeing as they would be working together and sort of knew what was going on now… well, Dejen figured he could tell them. Though how much he had to ponder. They were a good sort, but how much should he mentioned to the troops?

Folding his cards down, Dejen thought a bit as he look and told with narrow eyes. “What I’m about to say? Stays on the ship.” giving a focus look all around as he went on. “You don’t repeat this to anyone else. No gossip. No question-- not even make mention. Consider this my first serious order to you all. Understood?”

Mist eye look to the Stripe as she could tell that he was being serious about this. Unlike...before with him grinning, joking around playing cards, the Stripe was crossing his arms as there was a unanimous “Yes Sir!” being given by the troops as Dejen told.

“Bina and Bakari are special Hernos. Hernos that weren’t taught of Herno traditions and are traveling kids. They're connected to big shit, shit so big, you’ll probably be asking to head to the mental ward. And yes, they’re strong. How strong I won’t say,” Because I really don’t know how strong they really are. mentally added Dejen as he went on. “But know that we’re going to be fighting a lot of things.” raising a hand to tell. “Slavers. Pirates. Ambitious beings. Demons-- dark magic maniacs even! And you want to know why?”

“Because those two hold power that only they should have. Everyone is after that power, and if they get it? Well...let just say I watched one of them caused a earthquake that made a gnoll fortress cease to be.”

A few cast worried looks to this, and even Malvus seemed to have lost his jolly nature. But after a moment, Malvus said, “with permission sir?” Getting Dejen’s attention. “At our soonest convenience? I would like to ask we head for the Holds so I can procure Demon hunting gear.”

Adding in, Sharp added, “I would also like to forward a requisite to find some Changeling Hunters to… alleviate their equipment.” Placing it rahter formerly actually.

“I think Gladan’s going to make a list when he hears about this.” Started the griffin. “The captains got this ‘ready all things’ for future combat. Part of the reason he’s got a mixed crew like us. We tend to know different ways to approach things like demons or mages.” Then looked to Malvus. “Especially supernatural shit and demons.”

“This isn’t about the garlic I hung around the ship, is it?” Asked Malvus with a lifted brow.

Snorting with a shake of his head, Dejen spoke. “Permission granted Malvus and Sharp.” then told flatly. “And if Galdan thinks he making a list to prepare, then I’ll be a happy Stripe. Cuz nothing can prepare for whats after them.”

“Like what?” asked Mist.

“A Scarecrow thats nigh unkillable and is the bane of the twins existence. A runic master too.” deadpan told Dejen.

Thinking to that, Malvus said, “we might need to invest for some anti-magical metals to deal with that one then.” Which did make Dejen almost make a double-take on that.

“Woah-woah, woah-- you guys had anti-magical metals?!” nearly shouted Dejen as he let his head slam on the table with a groan. “Of course! OF course you guys got anti-magic metal, with so many magical and supernatural shit things around, it makes sense you got anti-magic metal to beat them down.”

“It’s expensive too.” Told the griffin. “Malvus made a request for some anti-magic weapon and it took nearly half-a-years salary to get it made and shipped. He says that while it’s great for fighting magic too? It’s not that light and is only so tough.”

With some technical input, Malvus told, “it’s quality is similar to steel, but a few grades under. Most Minotaurs think of it as a slightly-tougher Iron with slightly more density and weight.”

Aka, a slight hit in the finances. thought Dejen as he raised his head and said. “I’ll work something out in getting it.” rubbing the brim of his nose, he said. “I should be thankful I’m not a drinker-- otherwise I’ll be drinking with how much shit just keeps popping up.”

“I thought you were a drinker?” said the griffin as Dejen scoff.

“No, I need my brain cells to do my job as the boss-- and be smart enough as a Stripe.” Thinking a bit, Dejen told on. “We can head to the Holds once we’re done here. I do need to make a few stops around.” then look to the cards with a annoyed face. “As much as I want to get back in playing poker...something tells me I won’t have enough time for that.”

Shaking her head, Sharp told, “keep playing. We’re not in a rush yet, Sir.” Then looked to Mist and nodded to her before both began to move. “We’re going back on duty now though.”

“Try to come out alive from Galdan’s regime!” Called out a few. A few laughed at the half-glare Mist gave before the mare’s left. Dejen only let out a breath and tried to refocus on just relaxing with a game. Because Sharp had a point, they weren't’ in a full rush just yet.

The sight of what had easily become thousands of shiftlings was almost an astonishing sight to see for Mercy. Mostly with the mere thought that they were all from one single Scion that made each and every one of them. Granted Shima’s lot in life had become a sort of babymaker, but the results was almost a little staggering to look at.

It was something that Mercy was also starting to think of more herself. Birthing new changelings herself and caring for them. In honesty if she did do this, she knew that while the ship was safe? It was possibly best to plan out when and where to do so. Having a large belly full of eggs was a pretty big deal, as well as nurturing fifty of them while on the move. And those extra supplies of love Shima gave would only last so long with very hungry nymphs.

The subjects half tracked-back to finding a good slave-born for Dejen. The process wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Ramada had drastically changed over their time away, and while there were still slaves about… they seemed in shorter supply or just harder to locate. And finding the best for Dejen? Well, that was just as tricky.

It left the Queen to just sit out in thought while settled on the deck of their large ship. What to do for herself and the Hive, what to do for Dejen… they were questions she half worked over while watching the ever-busy shiftlings go about their daily tasks like the ants they seemed to mimic.

Feeling someone approach, Mercy focused and found Bakari wandering up. His near indifferent feelings being a easy ID for the teen that was the most troublesome at times it seems. “Hey, Mercy.” He half spoke with a boisterous voice that showed his confidence under it all. “What’cha doing all the way up here?” Moving by her side, his arms half-relaxed behind his head.

“Thinking, taking in the views of Ramada and it’s changes...but mostly thinking.” said Mercy as she asked. “Wandering around the ship in boredom?” already gathering that he would be bored out of his mind with it being peaceful...or not doing whatever he usually tend to do with his sister.

“Eh, staying still is a snore.” Shrugged Bakari, pretty much telling her that he was indeed board. “All this waiting around is just dull. Sis and I are used to moving so much. We don’t mind, but it’s kinda hard to move around here. The shiftlings freak Bina out.”

“I’m not surprised, in all technicality the shiftlings are ‘cousins’ to us changelings.” remarked the Queen, as she went on. “Still, we should be ready to head out in a week once Dejen gained some responses back from his contacts. By then we should be moving to plan on removing Dejeen and setting up with whoever Dejen has in mind.”

“Right, right…” Bakari passed off while leaning on the railing to watch the many moving shiftlings. “Oh, say, Bina said she wanted to talk to you.” Seeming to just now recall. “Don’t know about what, but I’m pretty sure it’s girly stuff that I’d rather snore through.” then half snorted out. “Love my sis, but half the time I don’t get what she’s trying to say when it comes to sissy things.”

“Probably because you’re full of male testosterone.” teased the Queen in amusement, getting up on her hooves as she asked. “And where is your sister? Asha room?”

Turning to lean back on the railing, Bakari jerked his head to the door. “Kitchen. Said something about making some pastries. She’s trying to do something to pass the time. Pretty sure she’s feeling a little cooped too.”

Nodding, she began to trot her way to the kitchen, partially wondering on what Bina wanted to talk to her about. Perhaps a bit of female dialogue? While there are more females around, the only ones she know is me, Gem, Windy, Mynu and Rah-Rah. Probably wanted to talk with me since I’m constant busy with the Hive. thought the Queen, making her way towards the kitchen as when she arrived, did she saw the Herno there as she greeted.

“Hello Bina, your brother mentioned on you wanting to talk to me on something?”

Seeming to be in the process of straightening out what looked to be some pies, Bina looked up and said, “actually yeah. It’s something that’s just been on my mind.” Taking her oven mitts off and placing them aside to say, “I know changelings can feel emotions and, you can tell what people are feeling.” Then as she undid the apron from her person, she asked, “have you noticed anything with Katsume?”

While it made the Queen wonder, she did think back a little. Katsume was… a very well mannered ‘young women’ from what she understood. Shy too. She would probably know more if it wasn’t for the pesky language barrier, though the herno tried to speak past it. But she was still readjusting-- apparently the demon didn’t leave a very neat set of words in the herno’s mind.

After a moment, Bina told while she stood in place, “I don’t know, she just seems a little… sad.” Going on to roll her hands, “You know, kinda down now and then. I at first thought she was just down because, well… I heard she’s from two hundred some years in the past. But I’m not sure if that’s it.”

Thinking some, Mercy admitted. “My children had noticed...her being down.” thinking more as she went on. “As well as a few other faint emotions that include with that sadness.” then consider a few things as she admit. “However while her emotions may say something? I’m not well versed in Herno traditions to fully understand of her situation, Bina. But I could give a guess of a few things.”

Sighing, Bina said, “I’m just a little worried. Even Bakari’s noticed and he can be a little dense when it comes to someone’s feelings.” She leaned on a leg and continued, “I’ve talked to her, and I just get this feeling she’s just…” It was clear that Bina just felt a little concerned and worried for the older Herno. If anything, she was just wanting to help the other women out with whatever issue was on her mind.

Thinking, she asked. “Did you brought this up with the other's? Like Asha, Mynu, or Tatsu? I know the latter two could give a bit more clearer idea on Hernos view points.”

“Mynu was a little confused what’s going on.” Bina admitted. “She talked to Katsume, but it seemed like when we started to get something, Katsume decided to go back in her shell and work on something. We almost figured something out with Tatsu, but again, Katsume kinda rush out of the room before we could figure it out.”

Then with a slight huff, Bina crossed her arms and said, “And Asha only smiled and said I’d find out. I’m pretty sure she knows what’s going on but isn’t telling.”

“Of course she is.” dryly remarked the Queen, as she thought it over and said. “Well, from what I can gather it’s a personal thing. One that affects her rather highly.” thinking a bit more as she asked. “What sort of subjects were talked about?”

Bina shook her head and told, “just what she planned to do. We know she’s a priestess, but she’s mentioned that she’s not sure if she’s good enough to be one anymore after what happened. And she knows she’s no warrior.” Then Bina scrunched up her face to add, “Taka came up once or twice, and really, I didn’t want to talk about him too much. He’s nice now, but after having him rub all over me before? I kinda can’t really be… comfortable half the time.”

Nodding in understanding, Mercy hummed it out as she said. “Well, base on what I know so far of Hernos, they take honor seriously. So maybe Katsume feel she isn’t worthy to be a priestess, feeling her honor stained. Undeserving to be among a Herno village with ‘her’ actions.” thinking some as she went on with a tap of her hoof. “Perhaps, she feels she can’t be part of a household-- or rather a Clan with her being ‘tainted’?” giving a light shrug as she admit.

“Thats my best guess so far with what you mentioned.”

Sighing, Bina nod, “well… thanks anyways.” Choosing to move by a counter to lean on it. “I just hope it’s not that. She seemed rather happy at the idea of going to the village and being part of it.” Going on to roll her eyes, “sure Taka’s leading her there, but he did give her the offer. If it wasn’t for what happened to him, I could of considered it, at the very least to have a home with Bakari.”

Snorting in slight amusement, Mercy didn’t comment to that. She however did say. “If you and the girls plan on prodding a bit more with Katsume? Maybe bring one of my children around. That way I might be able to tell more of her emotions.” she consider and asked. “Did you, or rather one of the girls talk to Taka about...Katsume emotion situation?”

There was a strangled laugh and Bina said, “me, ask him that?” Then told, “Tatsu mostly did the talking for me. I wasn’t sure if I could talk to him with a straight enough face at the time. But we did, and he’s… well…” She tried to think of a nice way to put it. “He’s back to normal, sure. But I forgot how much of a… stick-in-the-mud he could be. Everything he tends to say is just so… straight forwards and tied up in honor. He can be a little funny, but I’m not sure if he’s that emotionally aware.”

Giving a small giggle to that, Mercy suggest. “Well, how about I talk with Katsume? Maybe see, or rather feel her emotions if I ask the right questions?”

“Please and thank you.” Bina spoke quickly. “But, don’t be surprised if she still has trouble talking. Mynu and Tatsu have been helping her, but Katsume still stumbles with the common language.”

Nodding, Mercy turned back to walk-- but she did tell to Bina in amusement. “Just for the record, Dejen loved that pie you smashed into his face. Who knew he was a lemon guy? Mind teaching me the recipe when you're able?”

Perking a bit, Bina gave a nod. “Sure. Maybe when all these pies are eaten up, you could help me cook another batch for everyone to have.”

Nodding with a grin, she walked out of the kitchen, requesting her children on Katsume location of her whereabouts. Getting a response back that Katsume was sitting in one of the lower deck areas. Mostly to be in thought. The Queen travel her way down the lower decks, as she partially wondering about Katsume emotions, and possibly on why she was ‘sad’ as Bina put it.

Maybe it is a personal matter? Maybe it’s the fact her Clan is either extinct, or somewhere else that is too unrecognizable. Or maybe she’s lost in the world with no idea where to go, or what to do next. thought the Queen, as was humming in thought of what to ask, maybe basic questions. Just to see what Katsume mood was, maybe even gain a idea of why the Herno shell herself up when discussing of ‘what next’ in her life?

She saved her thoughts though for when she’d see Katsume in person. And coming into the room and trying to sense the atmosphere of the room, Mercy could say she could tell why Bina seemed a little concerned. While it wasn’t saturated, the tone of the emotions did feel sort of depressed and unsure. Only the hints of little surges of trying to boost a positive emotion were felt, but they seemed to sink every time.

Depression and uncertainty? Oh that's not a good sign. thought Mercy, trotting up by Katsume as she sat down by her as she asked. “Hello Katsume, how are you feeling?”

Turning, Katsume gave a smile that was almost surprisingly convincing. “Am well, Mercy-san.” If it weren't for her ability to sense emotions, Mercy would of probably not noticed the depression the herno was it. It was just as good as her stripe’s own poker face, in a odd sense.

Although unlike Dejen, Katsume doesn’t know too much about me. thought the Queen, as she smile and nodded. “I just wanted to check up on you. See how well you were doing so far.” then asked. “How’ve you been so far?” deciding to be ‘simple’ in the conversation as to not tip the Herno off.

“Well.” was the simple response that seemed all the more false. “Am in thought. Thinking of… many things.” Turning away to seemed to return to thought. It was odd almost, seeing the herno half lean forwards and chin in hand. It lacked some of the poise most herno of the Holds had. It was almost… relaxed. More than normal.

Lets try prodding a bit. Mercy consider her question as she asked. “Like what?”

“Past. Home. loss. Future.” Each one seemed to resonate with depression and sadness, even regret. The last one held only a huge amount of uncertainty, confliction and only the smallest smidge of hope that seemed to flicker. “Much to mind.”

“Ah, yes that is much to consider.” nodded Mercy. Welp, I think I discover a reason why she’s so down. She lost so much, lost her home, her time among her Clan-- even feeling unsure of what to do with her life now with so much gone...even more with her hope becoming hopelessness as her future is unknown to her. “I can understand that much.” thinking carefully to not ‘scare’ Katsume away, she asked.

“Been thinking on what to do after the Temple?” recalling from Dejen about hitting up in Humilit, mostly to let Katsume go into the Ophenu temple to go through a ‘trial’. She didn’t knew much of that, but apparently it was a spiritual cleansing and renewing of the self.

Nodding, Katsumi told, “wish to… refind self. Lost so long. No longer… am before. Need to find who am now.” Half looking to her hand where Mercy could still see the remains of what used to be the runes that had covered Katsume. They looked shattered and broken over the fur now, but it was apparently a sore reminder of what happened. “If blessed… maybe priestess.” It brought about a fondness… but also a heistance. Like.. she wasn’t sure she wants to be a priestess anymore.

Like she isn’t sure she could be one after so much. consider Mercy as it made somewhat sense, she was possessed by a demon for so long, she wasn’t sure if she was ‘clean’ anymore. “You feel you don’t deserve to be one?” asking in a innocent manner as to not make Katsume shut in her shell. She wanted to gently prod the Herno, maybe...help her figure her thoughts a bit.

Granted it was a bit irritating with the language barrier...but she was determined to try.

There was a slight defensive rise in Katsume, but her tone remained even still. “In home. Marked would die swift.” It was pretty clear what she meant by that. After being demon marked, she would of just been killed. “Now… could be, but have got taint. What worth is that, when in need to serve with purity?”

With a deep regret, Katsume told, “to Sinsana… no proof honor. Am… exile. Am.. tainted. Am honorless.”

Thinking a bit, Mercy could actually have a clear idea on whats going on. So despite being free from the demon, Katsume is honorless, a ‘exile’...with no way of becoming a priestess again, and being part of a Herno Clan. Sure Taka could vouch for her...but I’m pretty sure the Sinsana Clan isn’t going to welcome her with open arms. Or any other Clan...Pretty sure the Clan in Humilit isn’t either.

She consider it and hum a bit...then gained a idea as she asked. “Why not join with this Clan of the ship?”

Unsuridly, Katsume gave Mercy a look and said, “am… have de..de-honor you.” Her words stumbling some. “Shame you youth. Bina-san, Bikari-san. Taken wrongly.” A slight confusion there.

Correcting, Mercy told. “No, that was the demon that did it. You were the victim. Plus I’m pretty sure the Twins forgiven you in their own way. Can’t be mad at you since it was that demon that did all those things and not you.” then gave a amuse smile as she said. “As for dishonor? You haven’t really did that, since our ‘honor’ is, very flexible.”

With a forlorn feeling, Katsume gave a more honest smile and said, “most kind. But… Katsume no accept.” Looking forwards to add, “no belong. Not… not of herno. Here is… kitsune. Much kitsune and…” Trying to find the right words… but Mercy was slightly understanding. Katsume wasn’t like Asha who was easygoing about ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Katsume didn’t think she could fit in with how she saw honor. She knew they were mercs, swindlers, thieves and such.

“I understand.” said Mercy as she said in a knowing look. “We aren’t like Hernos. You would feel out of place…” then told on. “But it’s a open offer. I think Dejen would’ve accepted you into his Clan without hesitation. I felt sympathy from him whenever he looks to you. I think...he knows what’s it like to be in your position. Judging from how he feels of course.”

To that, Katsume said, “no same. Think could be. But no same.” Katsume gave Mercy a look and said, “am different. Offer… offer nice. But… but can’t…” a odd tangling confliction spurring in Katsume. “Am… fi-guring future. No easy…” Trying hard to really think it over.

“I understand.” nod Mercy as she went on. “Its something hard to choose right now. Even more with what might happen. When you do pass the trial in the temple...Perhaps we can talk again if you wish to join or not? Give you enough time to consider it or not when you gain clarity within?”

Katsume only gave a little nod, seeming to settle back to her depressive thoughts and feelings. It was almost painful to feel. It almost felt like the self-destructive sort of depression one felt and pushed on themselves.

A thinking that shouldn’t be thought too much. thought Mercy as she gave a head nod of goodbye, walking off as she consider on what to do, then figure to talk to Tatsu, mostly since the Kitsune would have a better idea of Hernos than Mynu. Making another request, did the Queen seek out the Kitsune. Thankfully it didn’t take long as she spoke. “Tatsu, may we talk a bit?”

Walking into the little training area they had, Mercy watched Tatsu slowly move through some sets of exercise while the Kitsune spoke, “yes.” Slowly stopping to turn and address the Queen, slightly adjusting her kemono while she did. “Is something the matter?” Tilting her head curiously.

“Its about Katsume.” said Mercy with a low sigh, moving to set her flanks down while rubbing her forehead. “I manage to talk to her and...I figured a bit more than I thought.” looking to Tatsu as she went on. “It seem Katsume feels she is ‘honorless’ and a ‘exile’ due to her markings...and questioning if she should be a priestess once again. Or even part of a Clan.”

Nodding, Tatsu sat herself down and told, “is normal. Herno that are tainted loose great amounts of honor. Katsume was a priestess, she knew the dangers but feels she was foolish in aiding a masquarding demon without realizing it. Such a thing that results in a demon’s mark often results in great shame and to be cut from her house to spare the family’s honor such shame. Since she lives, and never performed seppuku, she is now exile.”

“She doesn’t know if she could regain her honor back, having self-destructive thoughts and a large dose of depression.” said Mercy as she made a scrunch face. “I’m glad I could withstand it, did not taste all that well to me.”

“A herno’s honor, lies in their family line, Mercy-san.” Began to explain Tatsu. “The highest form of punishment to a Herno that lost honor, is to burn all their history. Their lineage, their techniques, everything that made their family exist. For Katsume, she has been done this dishonoring. She has no family. She has no clan. All history and things that identified her honor is now gone. She has nothing. And because she has nothing to show for her family honor, other Herno see no prestige in her possession. She has no proof of her honor or honesty.”

Slowly nodding, Mercy said. “That...would explain a bit of of her emotions.” frowning as she admit. “I did offer her a chance to join us...but she said we were too much like Kitsune. Can’t blame her too much for that since we aren’t like Hernos..” then gave a sigh as she added. “But, I did let the offer open to her...incase she did change her mind, maybe reconsider if when she goes through the temple trials to gain some clarity.”

Frowning in thought, Tatsu told, “Katsume may have been tainted and become exsile. But she still has code of honor. She knows this ship is full of those that do not hold her ideals in the same regard. It is why she politely turned idea away.” Twisting her lips a bit, Tatsu admitted, “but, I feel that is not the reason she said no.”

Looking to her, she asked. “Then whats the real reason?”

“I am unsure.” Tatsu slowly shook her head. “I have asked simuler question once, that she may remain here with us. But she refused with similar answers. But the manner in which she said it in our common tongue, it was said with a hesitance. As if staying would not grant her what she wished. What that thing is, I do not know. It is certainly not a confliction of plainly honor.”

Thinking over it, Mercy recall every bit of dialogue with Katsume earlier. Even recalling of Bina mentions as Mercy was trying to find a hint, anything of what they said, or what Katsume felt. Thinking a bit, she asked. “Maybe its being part of...a Clan? Or a household?” going on to say. “I mean, bloodline, like you said is a big deal for them, even being part of a family is big. So maybe its that?”

Thinking some, Tatsu admitted, “Simply being part of a clan, can not be it. She will be untrusted by many due to her lack of honor. And she would be of her own house, which again lacks the honor she once had.” She continued on to say, “bloodline would be in question. She is a priestess, to continue a bloodline would most certainly place into question if she can lead the life of a priestess. Herno priestesses often are unmarried and remain so, to stay their purity.”

“But she feels she lost that purity by being possessed.” said Mercy in thought. Tapping her chin in thought as she tried to figure out what it was they were missing. Think girl...what are we missing? hearing back-chatter in her Hive between the two as some wonder about it.

Maybe its because she can’t have kids? asked a drone.

Naw. Maybe its something else. rejected another. It can’t be that, since priestess aren’t supposed to have kids at all. Mercy consider a few of these options, even debating some as she internally wonder what puzzle they were missing from this?

Thinking more, one drone suggested, but if she think she’s not worth being a priestess, what about trying to marry and raise kids that can be? Thought another tossed back, She wants to be a priestess, I don’t think she’d want to marry.

well what else is she going to do? asked the drone. you heard Tatsu, she’s going to have a rough time trying to do her job when everyone is going to not trust her. So, maybe she could marry? Though a few disagreed to that. Some even pitched in that according to Taka, marriage was just as much about honor and bridging said honor between houses. So it wasn’t like that could happen when Katsume had none to give, much less a drawery for marriage.

Ugh, Hernos are so complicated. At least with a pony-- or even a Stripe it’s somewhat simple! groan out a drone as Mercy internally sigh. Feeling that Hernos with their honors were complicated. But she continue to listen and to think.

Just what are we missing? thinking over the mare as she was using what knowledge she had about Hernos with Katsume case. Trying to figure out the reason of the mage not only saying no, but of her position too. A changeling suggested.

What if she’s without a purpose? I mean, Hernos got everything for their lives in terms of place. Maybe since she’s a exile and can’t be a priestess, she lost her purpose. Maybe try to figure what to do with ehr life, but can’t since she lost her purpose as a priestess? A few consider that, as it might make sense...although they don’t know if that was the reason. Even less so since if she didn’t had a purpose, what was she going to do?

Maybe that's what’s going on. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do, and has no purpose? consider the queen as she contemplate that for a bit. Since she lost everything, even her ‘purity’ she doesn’t know what to do. Even though she could ‘regain’ it back at the temple, where is she suppose to go? What is she suppose to do with her life without a Clan? Without a reason to do much? Mercy consider that deeply, as she put it as a ‘maybe’, but figure it could be something so simple, so easy-- even a child would understand!

Thinking with a annoyed expression. She soon asked. “It just doesn’t make sense, why would she say no? Why would she go through the temple being unsure of her position as a priestess-- and even more importantly, why would she go to Sinsana if she view herself through Herno eyes as a exiled?”

Shrugging, Tatsu admitted, “most Herno’s that are exile rarely if ever travel to villages. The only reason she is going, is in due-part that Taka-san has formally given her a invitation to join. As clan-heir, it is within his rights to give her that chance.”

“But wouldn’t that mean being isolated within the Clan? Since she is a exiled and without honor, wouldn’t that mean she wouldn’t be able to join any house-- or even be apart of the clan with her position? Why still go when she could politely say no?”

Shrugging, Tatsu admitted, “I am not sure, Mercy-san. It is like you said. She would be viewed down on and the only way she would even be given entrance into a honored household, is to give herself as a bride to a son that is in need of a spouse to bare his young. Though I very much doubt that for the reason of her wishing to be a priestess. The monks and sages of the village may allow her work, but she will not hold any high positions due to her past as exile and former-tainted.”

Thinking with a frown, she consider on what else it could be. She however consider something else. Instead of thinking of a Herno view point...Lets try a changeling. quickly thinking the entire situation as Taka the ‘Queen’, and the Clan the Hive, and Katsume as a ‘gyspy drone’. She paused and facehoof. “By the Hives...is it that simple? That...simple.” Taking a breath in, she said. “I’ve been thinking this the wrong way.” Already seeing that while Katsume wouldn’t have much of a chance with her position-- she was part of a ‘Hive’.

Part of something despite being exiled. Infact mercy couldn’t believe she didn’t consider it before, and breated at how foolish it was to not view it in a changeling fashion. Then again...I was trying to think of another culture views and not my own perspective. already pulling her hoof down and told. “I think I figure a good reason on why she’s going to Sinsana regardless of her being a exiled.”

Head tilting to the side, Tatsu asked, “truly?”

“Its a fetch...but I’ll try to make it as simple as I can.” said Mercy as she explain. “See, I’ve been thinking of this as a Herno situation...but never thought of it in my species perspective. Which is understandable-- but in this case? It makes sense.”

“See, in the changeling view, Taka is the ‘Queen in training’, and yes I know how stupid that sounds, but I’m using changeling viewpoints. See, Taka invited Katsume into his Hive, or rather the Hive of his, ‘Queen’, being the Clan-head of his father. And while Katsume is a ‘honorless’ herno, she is in our views, a gyspy changeling. A changeling that has no direction, no purpose-- no Queen to lead her into her position.”

That made Tatsu twist her face to the point, she didn’t look like she found the idea plausible. “Mercy-san, I do not mean to offend… but Herno do not have that perspective of thinking.” Going on to add, “purpose, is what they choose to make. Herno’s know how to be independent. They do not need a clan to function or be who they are. If it was as simple as you place it, than what would keep Katsume-san from joining the Opnehu’s and their temple to keep her priestess ways?”

“Tahts a very good point.” Nodded Mercy as she went on. “But she doesn’t view herself as a priestess anymore, especially with her purity in question, right? So she feels she wouldn’t be able to be apart of the Ophenu and their temple.”

“The Opnehu are not Herno, Mercy-san.” Reminded Tatsu. “Their views are not so grounded by honor codes.”

“That is also true. But I think the reason I can see so far? Is possibly either of her wanting to have children-- or, in a crude term? Have sex.” said Mercy as she went on to admit. “Granted it’s a very long stretch...but in a changeling view point? It makes sense. Join a Hive, go out to gather resources of love-- and get it through various of means, even using sex.” shrugging as she went on. “Its what some species consider us as in a way. Being sex-addicts.”

Tatsu held a look of confliction. One half wanted to project a ‘you are kidding’, while another part felt as if she wanted to laugh, and do so hard. So, the kitsuen said, “Herno’s are not known for their ‘sex’, Mercy-san. That would be more along the lines of Kitsune. Sex is part of our line of work.” Then shook her head. “I doubt that sex is the reason for Katsume’s issues.”

Though, the Kitsune seemed to pause at a thought, a slow realization overcoming her. “Mercy-san, perhaps it is not sex that is making Katsume-san so bothered. But something more… innocent.”

“Like what? Finding love or having kids? Because that’s as close to innocent I can think of.”

Straightening, Tatsu said, “I am unsure if you are aware, but most if not all herno marriages, are rarely done out of love.”

“If I recall, it’s a mixing of bloodlines and continuing of tradition if I recall correctly.” said Mercy.

Nodding, Tatsu spoke on, “Love is a emotion most see to either get in the way of a truly chaste marriage, or something to come after a union. Rarely is it allowed before. Marriage is done with reasoning, knowing the family honor, the worth of a bloodline and it’s position. It is more political, in some sense, than it is out of care of loving wants.”

Thinking to that in both Herno terms and changelings view, Mercy consider it. So marriage for them is of honor and politics? Well..changelings don’t got marriages, just preserving eggs and making sure breeders stay alive. thinking a bit as she added in thought. And when it’s done with to two Hives...it’s usually a ‘agreement’ of sorts to ensure they stay alive and trade emotions of love. Humming, she asked.

“And you think Katsume is thinking of marriage...or something completely else?” trying to picture it together of what sort of political benefits that could be gained.

“What I am inciting, Mercy-san, is that the reason Katsume is so conflicted, is because she may harbor feelings for Taka-san.” Corrected the vixen. “She has no reason to gain honor through bloodline. That is a deciver’s way, which would not be Katsume’s manner of life. But to feel a smitten want for Taka? It is the only reason I can think of, for her to be so conflicted to still be a priestess, but see her chances as null. Seeing as Taka is a clan heir, far outside her reach to ever court as she has nothing in both family or honor.”

Blowing a breath out, Mercy soon nod. “Yeah...I can see it…” shaking her head as she went on. “Can’t blame her though...he did technically got her unpossessed. And been helping her for a good long while…” then frown and said. “But like you said, she has no chance in Tartarus to even get close to him, much less marry the guy.”

“Even less if he does not realize.” Tatsu added on. “Taka is well mannered. But his skills in understanding women is… almost bland. He treats Bina well and I can see the sadness of his mistake while wishing to court her, but again that was more out of bloodline interest. Less of love.”

“If Katsume truly does harbor some feelings for Taka?” Spoke Tatsu, “Than we must find out. As I doubt taka would ever realize, since ‘love’ is hardly properly addressed in Herno culture. Most males are stern, stoic and reserved. Things like love, or more to point lust, is trained out of them as much as possible.”

“No offense Tatsu-- but Herno got their heads stuck far up their ass.” told Mercy. “I mean, really?” shaking her head as she said. “But you’re right, if she does? We need to find out in a correct manner...even more if we should tell the guy or not.” then snorted. “But I foresee him politely rejecting it...probably is seeing things in Herno ways.”

Smiling in a cunning manner, Tatsu told, “men may resist the ways of flesh, Mercy-san. But even they have limits until they are drawn in by the beauty that is a woman's body. Taka may try, but if we were to… confirm Katsume’s feelings? Perhaps we can help persuade them to the other.” Going on with a smile. “We have time. And they will not be heading for home until we have dealt with Dejeen, correct?”

Giving a cunning grin, she nodded. “Yep, which may take a month...mostly since that's all we got in time.” then gave a small laugh of mischievous. “What makes it all the better? My children can assist in ‘directing’ the two. Even more with how much time we got.” although a part of her is annoyed that she won’t find a mare for Dejen, even less of a slave-born. But she file that away, mostly since they had time. She could find one with much patience in her.

Nodding, Tatsu said, “but first, to find out if this idea of want is true. We must coax a way for her to expose her emotions.” Thinking some and smiling, “perhaps have one of your kin guid Taka to Katsume, and await how she feel’s while with him?”

Hearing the ‘I’ll do it!’ coming across the Swarm mind, Mercy giggled as she said. “Already been done. Apparently they want in on this whole situation and see if they could ‘brighten’ up the Herno.” giving a smile of amusement as she went on. “And Taka is being guided to her, while pleasantly talking to them.” seeing through her children eyes as she said. “Katsume is coming across...Caught off guard. Shyness...Flutter of nervousness, and keeping herself steady.

“Taka talking to her pleasantly, offering of help. Feeling...flattered and assure she’s fine. Being nervous is making her want to berate herself, but looking ‘normal’. Taka nod and leaves...all the while Katsume feeling to a…” gushing out in cooness. “Aw, like a teen with a crush with a smile!”

Tatsu gave a light giggle to that and asked, “And Taka?” Which made Mercy’s mile falter when she asked the changeling. It was made clear, they may have a slight issue.

“Oblivious.” deadpanned Mercy. “Just like you say. Didn’t even noticed, or took a interest in her.”

Sighing, Tatsu seemed to think and soon told, “Perhaps we should speak to her another time. I am sure Bina-chan would like to know of what has passed. And Mynu-san is perhaps curious as well, though will perhaps not interfere. She is… not one to invest into romantic ventures.”

Giving a nod, she agreed. “Oh yes, best to let them know…” then soon asked with a grin. “How long till you think Mynu and Debt finally do it?”

“Unsure.” Admitted the silvery vixen. “They seem content at their steady pace. May not happen for a long while.”

Sighing, she nodded and said. “Doesn’t help they both use nunya…” shaking her head a bit and told. “Anyway, I’ll speak to you later, Tatsu. I have a few things to do for the next few days.” turning to walk off as she added in her thoughts. As well as put on hold of the third mare for Dejen...I doubt we’ll find anything, even less with slave trade not being a thing around here. Seem Harshro is putting more stock on agriculture than anything else.

Which made sense. Seeing with the Shiftlings around to keep life growing…

But it was utterly annoying at the same time to not find a slave-born for Dejen! Even less the ‘cream of the crop’ one!