“And here I thought we are becoming friends.”Sister glared at her with all four of her eyes. “I am not certain I can define friendship, as the w...ord has no relation to any concept I can relate to, but I think it is something that keeps me from doing what I want to do.”Geha had taken a seat behind a single forward-facing command console. Instead of a view screen, there was a nose cone viewport sliced in segments by riveted metal frames. “Everything looks good. We got fuel for about 100. Wood was much too expensive to use as furniture. Even the desk in Admiral Washburn’s office was metal and plastic. There were nine large, comfortable-looking chairs around that table. The fanciest chair at the center. Around the room along the walls were other chairs not nearly as elegant, fancy, or well padded.The room had been a quiet babble of women’s voices. Some were laughing, and the atmosphere was light and welcoming. But I had been in too many disciplinary meetings to accept this at. Why do people have to treat others that way?" Humans are no better. In fact, I would think that we are even quicker to find fault with people of other races. Our Native Canadian population's treatment, is proof of that. In America, it's even worse. I must admit, to my shame, that I thought less of her because she walked on all her feet. Her longer and darker hair, and her dark skin, reminded me that she was not Human. Now that she has fought back, she stands on her feet, and this makes her seem. . she's a babe all right! Scotty did alright for himself," she said in surprise. "She doesn't look anything like her mom." You noticed that too," her father smirked. "Maybe she was adopted." Dad!" she elbowed him in admonition. "It's a good thing Granma and Grampa didn't hear you."Brent sneaked a look at his parents on the left of Andrea and watched as they anticipated Scott's name being called. The O'Leary's had been unable to attend as they were out of the country on a European vacation, but.