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Naraht is in the bar. He's over at a table playing with a holo-reader. What is being displayed might seem totally incomprehensible to some people. To others, it looks like plans for a matter/energy transporter. Naraht is looking into cost and maintainance issues before asking about possibly getting a transporter to the upper floors installed.

Feel free to interrupt him, though.

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Hank hesitates and then looks at Naraht. he nods.

"If he desires monetary recompense, then you may tell him he can take it out of my funds. As I understand it, Bar has been accessing my fund accounts back home. There should be sufficient."

Naraht laughs and reaches out to pat his hand. "Oh hell, Hank, you don't need to do that. Besides, it's not the initial start up that will be the problem...rather the upkeep and the energy load. Though, if we could find a way to tap any of the explosions outside...I wonder if that's how Milliways gets its power in the first place."

Naraht falls silent as hir thinks about it for a moment, then comes back to the present. "Anyway, I was just researching different avenues and solutions. It's not like I am in despirate need to get up there. I sent a waitrat after my Rubic's cube after all. I've got that. I've got my holocomputer and I'm content."

he eyes her.

"Well, make sure not to overlook yourself. You need to take care of you, Iohor-hatchmate!"

He pokes hir and grins.

"Hey! Back on Janus VI, we're expected to hollow out our own sleeping chambers. The combination of Starfleet and Milliways has spoiled me terribly."

Hir pokes Hank back. "But, don't worry. I'll look after myself...as much as a Horta needs looking after."

he grins.

"Good. I would miss my hatchmate very very much."

Naraht figures hir's done enough work today and pushes away the display. "So, hatchmate. What have you been up to? Oh...I saw Catherine the other day."

The Horta doesn't say anything about Hank not telling hir about Catherine being shot. After all, that would be a shitty way to repay Hank's emotional support at a time when Hank himself was likely dying inside.

He smiles goofily.

"We spent a lot of time together the last few days. She is so... magnificent."

His voice is completely gone like the rest of him. In love.

There is a faint but wistful twinge in Naraht's heart. A faint memory of a similar feeling for Johnny...one that can never be again.

"She is. I'm glad you found each other."

hank feels soemthing. Maybe it is how close they have come, maybe it is somethign else, but he lays a hand lightly on Naraht's flank, and bends his head down to touch the Horta.

"I hope joy finds you there again, Iohor."

"Joy I have Hank," Naraht says. "Joy in you...in my other hatchmates. But you can't make a starship hull from shale. And some particular joys, once they are past, can't come again."

He gently strokes hir shellskin.

"I believe in endless dreams and endless possibilities. Never say never Naraht. Never say never."

"Well, perhaps never is too strong a word to use," Naraht agrees. "But sometimes to experience a joy after its time has passed has a high price."

A bit of fringe wraps around his hand. "But even if one can't have a particular joy, it doesn't mean that one has no joy."

"Very true my hatchmate, very true."

And Hank hugs Naraht, very likely surprising hir by the way hir leaves the ground just barely, then settles back again gently.

He gently tugs on the fringe.

"You give good joy, fair hatchmate."

When a being that weighs about half a ton is suddenly lifted...yeah, it's suprising. But Naraht quickly swallows that suprise.

"Thank you, Hank," hir says quietly.

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