Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

"I'm going to shoot several officers of military budget if they ever insist on giving our troops field rations on voyages while we can easily produce meals on board this ship." He said as he sat at his desk. The Ensign walking away swiftly.the meals were hot as well red rice worked into porridge, small cutlets of tender meats, and wrapping of pickled greens.
 
He waited for her, though he'd keep striking her blood red hair , combing his fingers through it little by little. "Hm. Did you get any implants or internal limiters?" He asked curiously. Ofcourse the question wasn't merely cosmetics, that was obviously not the case...unless he meant breeding implants to prevent her pregnancy.
 
She shook her head slowly "I was given this Implant when I first became of age. It was long before my father even met you." She replied, before reaching out for the Datapad he had been delivered, tapping the word 'Acceptance' into its lock screen, bringing up another message. This one simply had a codephrase and a frequency listed on it "That will disable the implant. Alternatively, you can have me taken to a medical clinic to have it removed."
 

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