Showing off My New Pet

... Still think a cat is cuter, but whatever.
Totally would've named it Shelob by the way, I love myself some Tolkien.

Oh, isn't that sweet. The exile's making play that she is a real person.

Just make sure not to kill the poor thing, okay? After all, we all know how much you enjoy murder.

You must get invited to a lot of party...

Oi, you. Same thing I said to painting dilemma bitch. Do you go out of your way to track down the other half dozen of these idiots across the galaxy and then make petty insults at them?

Kudos to the rest of the quarian race for not being a) the apparent monsters that are exiles or b)petty whining bitches who act like high school students sniping at eachother from across cafeteria tables. Should any more of you show up I'll gladly amend this.

Just to clear a misunderstanding:

Humans have bad reactions, in general, to things spider shaped because our species evolved in a land (Africa) where there are many types of these critters, and they will bite you. Then parts of you go red and may fall off, you get big wounds suppurating with pus, or just die from neuro-toxins, blood-toxins, muscle-paralizers and such other delights.

Our mass-media also makes a point of reinforcing this message by using these poor animals as villains in lots of movies. They are a common assassination device, for example, or wilderness encounter.

It thus makes sense for humans to be hardwired to react with great alacrity and alarm to multi-footed creatures looking like that, even children will run from them - and this has saved a lot of lives over history.

Personally I have no big fear of them and can let one of the small harmless ones on my hand. Killing spiders is said to be bad luck, and it IS - they eat lots of insects that are more harmful to us and our food stocks. So Hooray for spiders.

Our species is adaptable, though, and there is one occasion when a human will be able to say "how cute!" and ask to pet it, and that is when he's trying to get into your pants.

If you are ever in Illium, pass by "El Tango", we can get her a bit of fresh red meat and we carry some great dextro Tapas.

No, I don't. But when an exile who, by definition, is a criminal of bad enough stature that they were expelled and disowned by their entire specises shows up, and the collective response is to awwwww and coo at her like she is a normal person? Yeah, I'm going to remind her and everyone just how much she is worth as a person.

Question, Rememberance. Do you even know why she was exiled? I don't. I'm sure it was some crime against the fleet, but as long as she doesn't repeat her crime on the Citadel, I'm willing to live and let live. She's a self-admitted exile. Which means she finds no shame in it. Or if she does, she's trying to put up a mask of no shame.

Going out of your way to "exile hunt" is ridiculous, and it makes you look petty. She knows what she did. She knows what is preventing her from returning to Rannoch,and she doesn't need a persistent reminder.

Oh lookie. Someone has been digging in the old Migrant Fleet archives and thinks he has found something worth using against me.

Please.

You really think I care that you, or any of the others know? Now scurry off and go stalk one of the other exiles that skulk around on this board.

Oh. Murder. Don't I look silly?

Anyway, Pariah, it isn't under my jurisdiction, just while you are under my jurisdiction, behave, please.

A year or two ago, I'd have shot that thing on fucking sight, you get me? I mean, spirits bro, I do not do tentacles. Or things with enough legs to look like tentacles. I dunno, whatever's goin' on with that... thing.

I'd say it was fighting the Reapers that changed my mind, you know? Don't need to tell anyone how horrifying that shit was. But actually, that ain't it. Throw all the husks, creepy batarian cannibal things, fuckin' huge krogan/turian things (come on, what the fuck was that about?) you want at me and I reckon I'd still have felt like chuckin' my guts at the thought of holding that thing.

But after bein' on Tuchanka for like a year? Shit, honey, thing looks as cute as a moxie cub. Tuchanka's the place evolution goes to die, you dig?

Just don't ever make me touch it or nothing.

We feel the same way.

Has it laid a clutch yet?

You may wish to obtain insecticide in case it decides to reproduce. Or utilize a boot.

All of you are acting like infants still in your bubble. It's just an exotic pet that is different from your common moxie or whatever those four-legged things humans have.

I could just eat it up.

No, seriously. It'd probably fry nice.

EDIT: wait it's probably levo never mind

You can always eat that moxie of yours. If you haven't already.

Yeah, I can appreciate that it is cute...on a screen. I fear I wouldn't react too well in person (as several have pointed out genetic instinct in humans), but with the impersonal distance of viewing in on the network I can appreciate them a lot better. They do have a certain grace about them, especially when they go on the 'hunt' for those VI balls.

Now, I read that the fancy variety can have genetics issues due to breeding, and in addition can be a bit on the fragiler side. Hopefully nothing like that will crop up, dealing with genetic issues is no fun. My family used to own a purebred dog and, like a fancy, purebreeds tend to have genetic issues. Our labrador retriever developed chronic ear trouble. We couldn't afford any sort of permanent treatment, but ear drops (which he hated) weren't too expensive and helped us keep him healthy for years. I miss the old goofball sometimes.

Ponies? They're adorable, if we were living somewhere like where I grew up, with all the open space, and had the spare time for a pet, that would absolutely be first choice.

I'll deal with her (potential) problems in time. She's still very young, and most of this ailments will likely not manifest until old age.




This thing? Looks weird.

Does it even do anything but wander around in fields?

what is that? It has lots of long fur and sure looks a bit like a Shke'pa - well at least the head.
As it just stands there, it looks a bit sad and cold.

As for the choriick, well, I'd be curious how one would behave on persoanl contact. Daia, you have to tell me about your experience some time.

I asked around when I was on Earth and we saw some, I gather they're very intelligent and versatile, historically used in transport and agriculture (and warfare, sadly) in virtually every region they inhabit. According to some of the people we spoke to (mainly the 'driver' of a carriage we went on a ride in - a horse-drawn vehicle, like a vesti (is that right? I only vaguely remember my courses on Rannoch back at the Academy... for that matter, I can see how vesti and creatures like jisen and ka'for wouldn't really have been relevant for the last three centuries - maybe they'll make a comeback, if the domesticated varieties are still around. And assuming I haven't just gotten them completely mixed up with another species and/or type of vehicle, and I'm talking about a submarine by mistake, or something. For clarity's sake, it's like an asari fane)... where was I? Oh right - evidently the image of a horse and rider has tremendous significance in some cultures and historical eras, a human's horse being not just a pet and mode of transport but also a companion and trusted ally. Adorable creatures, one of the pony kind kissed me once. :)

And they get big, too - there's a thing called clydesdales, they're enormous. They're a breed of... I asked at the time, but for some reason I keep getting it mixed up, I'm pretty sure they're a breed of horse, not a stage of horse. I think that's it, it's not like 'pony, horse, clydesdale' in order of size. They have a whole vocabulary for life stages though, so I may be wrong. Have to look it up on extrapedia when I'm home.

I'll consult my old photo albums, I'm sure there's a whole lot of Sanka in there (it's just, well, you know how photo albums get after a few decades - I really ought to tag more thoroughly). And if you were wondering, yes, named after Councilor Sanka - he got that same kind of "I'm concentrating!" intent look she used to have at press conferences (in our Sanka's case, while stalking a mini-playdrone).