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         Tyvya cocked her head, deciding to allow herself a trivial question before they went out into the unknown. Uncharacteristic, perhaps, but 'small talk' had been shown to improve relations among crew members. "Is this a human custom I have missed, lending out weapons? I have never run across it before, but I admit that my studies in your culture were not as complete as my studies in other areas." Namely weapons and combat. Tyvya had not been shy about directing her studies towards her strengths, and while she completed all her classes with competence, she excelled in those pertaining to her military background. She'd also been a part of a small band, unfortunately ungraded, but had not been able to find one at her skill level at every ship she'd been stationed at. Perhaps this ship had a few musicians?

To his second point, Tyvya nodded as she replied, "I understand. It is better to be prepared for the worse, and I am honored to have your 'back,' in this engagement."

She turned her head to address her staff, "I want everyone in strict Beta-four formation, and when you are stationed behind you are to keep at strict attention. The Marines will need our assistance and I will not allow us to let them down. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Chief!" her staff replied, and she nodded in approval. She hoped to keep as many alive as possible, and cooperating with the Marines--as well as protecting their rear guard--was essential to her honor as well as to all of their survival. Tyvya was sure they would make the Captain proud in their first engagement, and if they didn't, she would sure as shax know who was responsible and why. There was no room for slackers or errors when lives were at stake.