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Poslan smirks and leans forward towards the camera, propped up on the table by his elbows. "Yeah, him too. You're probably one of the nicest humans he's ever known. Well, the nicest who even know he exists."

Poslan turns his head at an angle and cocks one of his eyebrows, "You hunted with a dog? Did you just, tell it to jump after stuff, or... That can't be sanitary to eat."

Poslan smirks and moves his clothes around, hoping to hide the burns on his body, "Hey, he'd love to. Just has to clear it with the missus and he can do it anytime he isn't working Evans."

Poslan plays with his thumbs and blows air past his lips, "Eh, this place is never populr, he made one himself and no one even looked at it yet. Anyway, if you want a question, have you ever been bow hunting?"

It could be, and those types of Tajaran are actually in the lore already. Cultural Subverses. But, you know, those kinds of people go to gulag. Also, Im pretty sure the only characters the lore team are allowed to disallow are the none type.

Poslan groans and looks around him again, and then he gets closer to the camera and whispers, "Look, okay, maybe he was... Curious when he was younger. Just... Shut up, he doesn't want to be sent to the coal mines."

Poslan jumps in his seat, his whole body tensing up, "NO! Not at all, no, not even in the slightest! H-He's a married man, to a woman, he means, uh... Um-" He take a minute to try and compose himself, coughing into a fist before continuing, "No, no, not at all. He's never, ever been interested in men, he'd never consider it again."

Poslan nods his head, "It's fine. Sorry about acting weird. The Republic is... Well, it's not a very hospitable place. If someone even thinks you're... Deviant like that, the Republic arrests you and forces you to work in a coal mine."

"Speaking of closeted, what about you? Are you, uh... You know, uh... You know, 'normal,' or, the other thing, when it comes to, you know, liking people?" His face dropped down really quiet during parts of the sentence, and he was looking over his shoulders during the pauses.

Poslan removes his beret for a moment, holding it to his chest as he says, "Rest in Puns Arrkady." After that joke was done he replaces that hat on his head, and nods to the camera. "Yeah, he knows what you mean. He likes Arrkady, but he's a little... Old fashioned. Also possible closeted, but he can't really tell." He shrugs his shoulder to top off that sentence, and then replies to his question, "Yeah, thats why he said ARRK-ready, not ready. Maybe he should have made that more clear."

Poslan blinks and rubs the back of his head, "Uri-well, he didn't expect that kind of reply for one of his puns."

Poslan clears his throat, a smirk coming to his lips as he stutters through the next sentence trying not to laugh, "So, Uriel, you're not Arrk-Ready for a relationship with Isabel?"

"Aaaaactually, with the whole new Navy stuff going on, and the civil war, and Dorn pulling protection from Adhomai... Eh... Maybe take a wide berth of Adhomai Naval Space, to be safe, friend." Poslan takes a second to face away from the camera and say a few heated words to himself in Siik'maas before looking back at the camera, "Yeah, be safe like that. He doesn't want to even think about putting you in any danger like that for him-" He pauses as a third joins the chat, ending the sentence with a groan as he hear Arrkady go on.

Poslan shakes his head and waves his hand, "No, no, no, it's fine. He's used to it, and Adhomai is probably a little far out of your way to ask for a favour like that."

Poslan sighs and curses himself in Siik'Maas, before returning to Basic, "Well, uh, hey, it's better than his house. He doesn't even have electricity or running water."

Poslan sighs and laughs. "Oh, its a workshop, good. He thought you were going to say its your bedroom and you were some kind of secret hobo, and he was gonna feel like an ass."

"Well..." His voice heightens in pitch, and he goes to rub the back of his head as his eyes trace around the room bordering Uriel, "What with the room you're in? It looks like some kind of mech shop out in the boonies of Adhomai."

The steam starts first without a camera, just some ticking and tapping on a keyboard with some annoyed sighs and groans. A minute after that, the camera comes to life to show a gray Tajaran shaking it up and down as he lets out a long stream of curse words in Siik'Maas. It takes a few seconds for them to notice the camera is actually turned on, but after he does he places it back on the table and waves. The Tajaran sits in a black fabric computer chair, and behind him is a bedroom, walls painted two different shades of gray and black, black add the bottom, a buffer of dark gray, and then light gray all the way to the ceiling, a queen sized bed and two dark wood dressers. The Tajaran himself is wearing a wife beater of similar colour to his fur, blending almost seamlessly with his body, save for some chinks of fur missing, give show to red/pink skin. "Ah, hello, he greets everyone. He found this thing because of a friend of his, Uriel. He is Poslan, some of you might know him from the Aurora and Exodus, he works in cargo all of the time there. So, you can ask him any questions you want, and he might have an answer for you."

A few minutes after the answer Poslan logs in using his NTmail with a cam this time, watching the screen and laughing under his his breath. "You're always so fun to joke with Uriel. Only captain with a sense of humor he says. He has a question though. You know you can call him by his first name, right? Hell, even Possy if you want, thats a name he reserves for his good friends."

The account pings to alert Uriel of a text reply coming in from an anonymous submitter, reading, "What EVAN are you doing on the extranet man?"

It not that you know the game, people are usually more trusting of people they know. People who play in the game a lot, are known by name, either in game or on the server. You're not really either, and you only have 2 posts total, in this thread. Although, people literately no one know join the code team all the time, and since you say you have experience with SS13 coding, you're probably more likely to get a spot there, and help Aurora better since A LOT of work is needed.

Im for partially wiping the catalog. Namely just books that people re-uploaded, and books that are "cat pictures" that admins had to rewrite.

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Sorry for the dely everyone. There was a change in gust stars this week, and they were unable to arrive on Adhomai in time to record. The Tajaran Broadcasting Network apologizes, and we will try to get the episode produced as soon as possible.

Or just "Make cryoing with full gear a job-bannable offense." as the title says. But honestly, coding less things to be deleted is probably best. The only things I can think of that are really important are RIGs and stamps. You have no idea how many times Ive been fucked by people cryoing with those.