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Send 🔻 for my muse to try and explain where they were last night.

Nibs was looking a little un-tidy and tired when she came in and Casey caught her and asked her the dreaded question of ‘And where was you last night?’.

“Um...Well, after doing the drop off at Tracy Island, I...most definitely came back..yes..and went straight to bed...yes...didn’t spend the night there at all, nope.” Nibs stifled a yawn. “And most definitely did not get up stupidly early to get back here in time for work...Uh...maybe  I ought to get to my office and start..” 

Nibs made to walk around Casey, trying not to look sheepish and guilty.

“Aaauuuuuggghh,” Nibs moaned, sinking down in her chair in a rather undignified, un-GDF manner. They had just announced her flight to England had been delayed, she had been looking forward to seeing her parents as well. She got her phone out of her pocket, texting the parentals, letting them know that she was going to be late.

When she looked up she noticed a familiar face in the crowd waiting for the same flight. Nibs instantly brightened up a bit. “Casey! Colonel! Val!,” She waved, grabbing her in-flight bag and making her way over to the Colonel. “What are you doing here? Are you getting on this flight too?”

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Before the Colonel knew what had happened, Coby was on her, pined to the wall, clawed paw at her throat. She looked into Coby’s eye, They were old, even for a martians, they looked worn and tired, but right now they were full of fury and anger and rage. At that rage was direct towards the colonel. At the same time coby had looked into the colonel’s eyes, he saw fear, fear of what he’ll do, he was a trained martian soldier, he could kill the colonel in any number of ways in seconds, some of them painful some of them not. She was completely at his mercy, one move of his paw could kill her. His expression softened, and he let the colonel go, as several officers went up to restrain him. He sighed and put his face in his paws.

“It’s okey, i’m fine. The ambassador’s just a bit on edge, right ambassador” said Colonel Casey, ordering the officers away from her and coby. The martian ambassador nodded. 

“I’m sorry colonel, i shouldn’t have pounced on you like that.”

“It’s okey, I shouldn’t have agitated you”

“But i could of killed you” 

“I know, but you didn’t that the point”

The martian ambassador sighed.

“I’ve been under alot of stress lately, with my son being kidnapped, the bombing of the colony, this new threat to the martian colonies.” Coby sighed before rubbing his temples. “I think i’m starting to go insane.”

“Trust me, you’re not insane. all you need is a break”

“I know, but i can’t the time, I can’t take a leave of absence right now, my people need me, especially after the attack.” The ambassador sighs and grooms the fur on his left arm. He pulls a single hair off and holds up to the light so the colonel can see. “The pressure is literally giving me grey fur.”

“Your not the only one getting grey hair.” replied the colonel, pointing to her own grey streaks. 

“I’m not even 100 yet, yet my furs starting to grey.” the colonel looked a bit confused.

“Martian live for at least 200 years.”

“so you’re not even middle aged yet.”

“yeah. I’d say i’m around the equivalent of 30 years old.”

“You’re young in martian society.”

“i know. It’s hard to grasp how different our 2 societies are yet how similar they are at the same time.”

“I thought it was cinnamon” Nibs sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She and Val were in the kitchen, busy cooking up dinner. “So I didn’t bother to read the label, until after when I glanced at it, and it’s chilli powder...” She looked at Val.”I put quite a bit in and am now scared to taste the dish..”

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70: giving each other presents, special things from the heart

Nibs knocked on the door of Casey’s office, a box under one arm. “Hello Val,” she smiled putting the box on the desk, it was carefully wrapped in paper with a clouds design and a light blue ribbon. “I got you something, I hope you like, it took a while to research and get made.” She gave a little push of the box towards Casey.

Nibs had researched into the Sopwith Camel and had had made a scale replica, remote controlled. “I know it won’t be the same has flying the real thing...”

It was an antique video game that she had found for Alan that she had - wisely or unwisely - accepted his challenge to play.  The room was punctuated with both their squeals of joy and seconds later their moans of disappointment.