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[sordiddetails]

Antheans are highly social beings that thrive on contact and close knit groups. Here, while she had her family there weren't enough Antheans here to fulfill the social needs of her species. So she started reaching out to others. Others in this case being transforming, sentient, mechanical... not robots but close enough.

It wasn't much to prepare for them to come. Due to their size they brought a few chairs out of the house. Tom and Aletayria's house was small, even by human standards. The greenhouse attached to it was probably bigger than the living space. And there were cats, a large number of them, all excited about the hubbub and the fact they could read from their alien companions that wanted visitors were coming. Some of the cats had wings, others were oddly colored... one was a raccoon, a part of the family due to a mistaken identity.

Tommy of course stayed inside reading and disinterested in everything though she assumed when their giant guests came they might get his attention. She and Tom had gone out on the porch to sit and sip tea while they waited. It would be good to have company even if they might not fit in the house.

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[hellomajortom]

"Over 1500 miles per hour. I can probably push her to near MACH 3." He says it and then wonders if they use all the same measurements of speed and distant. Something that he scolds himself internally because he remembered how annoying it was to deal with Imperial system when he came from Britain to the United States.

"We can stop to refuel. This jet can't leave the atmosphere. If you want to do that I'll have to go back for my wife's ship." He frowns and sighs. "It's windowless though and not as fun to fly."