Private Conversations in Space

Nero was in fact sleeping, but he was a light sleeper. His eyes opened more or less immediately at the knock on his door. He took a moment and considered for a moment shifting into his human skin. His room was dark with the exception of the window giving a view out into space. The decor was sparse due in part to them only just having escaped their lovely prison world. It would be a while and take several jobs before they had anything proper. That said he slept on a large bed, large enough to fit him in his natural form comfortably, as well as a wardrobe, and closet.

Most of the crew hadn't really seen him like this. Cambrissa probably knew exactly what he was because she was an AI linked to an extensive database. Of course she'd have some information on his species. Azlin had probably caught a few glimpses of it when he took it upon himself to liberate her. Either way, the door slid open with a hiss.

"Eh I was but you know how I am. What's up Starshine?" he asked. Despite the fact that he was a large rather ferocious looking reptile, he still maintained that upbeat tone in his voice.

Nero turned the lights on and moved back to his bed, curling on it in such a way that Azlin could sit down and he could still lay comfortably on his stomach. He didn't mind visits like this. He figured she would have a little trouble with sleeping. At least initially.

"Could probably get Cambrissa to play some quiet music or something in your quarters," he suggested.

The question of his life before being dropped onto CES-V-13 was an interesting one for him. Azlin wasn't a random stranger in any capacity. She could handle the truth. "Well, even at its best moments life was always kinda rough for me. Being a pirate's not exactly easy, but I can't say for sure if I'd be any better off with members of my species either."

Nero was thoughtful for a moment. People didn't really ask much about what his family was like. Truth be told he didn't remember all that much about them either. And then there was the whole incident that led him to becoming a pirate.

"Well that's not quite what I mean. Honestly I barely remember them. We were doing our scavenging thing then. I remember being tucked away, there was gunfire, then nothing," he said plainly knowing that the next part of the story is as disturbing as the first. For most species anyway. "Thing about my species is we will eat anything to survive including ourselves. There wasn't really all that much in the way of conventional food so... I ate what I could find. Then I got picked up by pirates."

He sort of curled around Azlin like a big dog or a cat. He left the general implications of his story open for her to figure out on her own.

"Well yeah, I know. It's not something I can say I feel bad about. Most species turn their noses up at that sort of thing. My kind are known for stuff like that. Consume the fallen rather than bury them, we'll even preserve our own severed body parts to eat later," he explained, nudging her with his head as she went to pat him. A general sign of affection.

"We move around from one dead world to another scavenging what we can, then move on. Unfortunately most people don't get that so... they kinda treat us like vermin to stamp out," he huffed. "My human skin is more than just a pretty face."