Summary: Drista 100% is the one in charge and don't let anyone else convince you otherwise. She's not playing any games here, she makes sure neither crew get at each others throats.

She's also Dreams Therapy Human.

Notes:

Ender: I'M LATE I KNOW! To be fair, It was supposed to be a couple day break and then I blink and a month passes by. Crazy how time works huh? Dont' stop for nobody XD

Cyber: Drista is End's kryptonite and it is wild how a character she writes so well, caused her so much pain and grief XD. I loved helping with this chapter so much because she would take little tidbits I sorta guessed at and made them actually awesome. End's writing talent strikes again, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise. (You, me the Denny's parking lot, for Ends honor I dare you!)

"Normal" = English

"Italics" = Common/Alien language

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Drista sits in the main room of the Explorer sitting between the two crews as they stare at each other in an awkward sort of imitation of peace. Everyone is here, well everyone but Tommy. The first human she's officially met since leaving Earth and he passes out immediately. Rude. Like sure she gets this is probably a very stressful and scary for the teen, but it would have been nice to talk to another human in English that wasn't tainted by an accent....or well untainted by an alien accent. The teen sounded British, which ew, but it was still leagues better then Dream's weird sort of guttural music adjacent accent that he spoke with in any language. Dristas thoughts turned more fully towards the teen.

Other than the British accent, he'd seemed pretty...normal? Well, human and not odd looking, which was weird in and of itself since she had become so accustomed to the weird things that lived here among the stars. Regardless he was scarily thin even for his lanky and unfairly tall frame. Seriously, that much height was unnecessary. The audacity. She mentally forced herself to move on, on to something that tugged at her instincts oddly. His hair was blonde like hers, not sorta similar like Dreams was, but actual bright gold blonde that hung in a messy sort of matted curl that fell to his shoulders. It was familiar, achingly so. She pondered on the way that made her feel for a moment before deciding she didn't want to think about how wonderful it felt to see human hair, because that was weird and she was not weird.

Annnyways, so here they were sitting without the tee- no Tommy. They were here sitting in awkward silence without the human cause she'd left him in her room unconscious and came over here to try and settle down the tensions between the two crews.

She had left him on the floor- she's not going to put him on her bed, he smells strongly of some liquid. Like gasoline or something. When he wakes up she's chucking him in the shower until he smells anything but gasoline, it's making her stomach turn. Then after leaving his smelly butt to recover on its own she'd come and discovered that the two crews hadn't even tried to communicate with words while she was gone. Honestly she should probably focus on that very important detail, but for some UNFATHOMABLE REASON her thoughts kept circling back to the blonde haired idiot who's in her room.

Ok fine she's having a bit of a mental breakdown at the fact that there's another human- in her room! A human! She- it's not like she missed other humans but... it has gotten lonely. She hasn't seen another human since she's left earth. Well.... Technically there was this one time she saw a corpse of one. But she doesn't think that counts. So yea real human, a whole human is in her room. Maybe she's not as put together as she likes to think if this manages to set her so off kilter. Stars! This is so annoying!

Eventually the Ivory clears his throat, interrupting both her thoughts and the suffocating silence that's filled the room, instantly drawing her full attention to him. The Ivory glances around the room at all of them, and Drista notices that his whole crew seems extremely on edge. Still when he speaks it draws her attention back to him and away from the nervously fidgeting tall as all heck oreo boy in the corner.

"SO... You have a human..."

That draws her attention fully away from the human boy in her room as she decides to focus on this annoying little birdman. She sends the full force of one of her more vicious glares his way, and interrupts him,

"My name is Drista"

He nods.

"Right, sorry, and you can speak.. Common?"

"It's almost like I'm speaking it"

Dream makes a soft grumbling noise, silently telling her to cut it out.

The other crew tenses at the sound all of their attention snapping to the Dreamon, but Drista only groans, her hand on her chin. She breathes out a heavy sigh. The look Dream sends her after she does, speaks of a pure worry that she desperately wishes didn't make her feel so warm inside. Stupid big brothers and their ability to make you feel their love in even the most annoying of things they did. She decides to ignore him entirely for now.

"SO!"

She claps her hands together and sits straight. Making sure she has all their attention., and firmly drawing their nasty looks away from her big brother. He was hers, so back off you racist jerks.

"I know we have some things to do and talk about and I also know there's a little bit of some tension in the room, but we have a to do list"

The Orcam looks confused.

"A to do list?"

"Yes, keep up"

She rolls her eyes at him, making it clear that she doesn't think highly of his desire to repeat after her. She soldiers on, not even letting him take a breath of confusion before she's continuing in a flood of cheerful but firm energy.

"First of all we have a bunch of raiders either knocked out or dead in your ship that need cleaning up"

she puts one finger up.

"Second you're all injured so that needs to be dealt with"

another finger.

"Third since you all seem to be a tad overwhelmed we will all take a moment to come to terms with the situation"

She paused for exactly half a second before continuing, once again cutting off the Orcam as he opened his mouth, and bringing her immense satisfaction.

"Alright your moment is over, you can have your various breakdowns and processing moments later, for now it's time to get those very vital things I mentioned taken care off."

She speaks over the Orcam who immediately tries to protest against her actions, and she points to the crew as she speaks loudly over the frustrated blue alien. Hah suck it blue boy.

"Let's start with your injuries, luckily Dream is the best doctor you're gonna get this side of the galaxy so-"

She was rudely interrupted by the Orcam who seems to have finally had enough of her cutting him off and she feels heat rise in her blood as he gets up, his twin tails displayed threateningly at them, though she notes bitterly that they are both aimed directly at Dream, classifying him as the biggest threat. His mistake, she thought as she narrowed her eyes at him and her lips pulled into a slight snarl.

"There is no way we are willingly going to follow a dreamon into a medical bay. He'd just poke and prod us to his core's content!"

The words are more than familiar to Dream, this she knows. But it never stops grating at her ears every time she hears it. She doesn't even have to look at Dream to know he is subtly wincing the more the other speaks. Likely curling in on himself, and one hundred percent doing that self hate mental talk she worked so hard to combat. Her slight snarl widens into a full toothy leer, at his words and she leans forward slightly, her hands curling ever so slightly into claws. The instant faltering wariness that fills his expression fills her with immense satisfaction. That's right blue boy, back of, Dream was HERS! After a tense moment of the two crews staring at her and the Oracam, prepared to jump in at any moment, she visibly took a deep breath carefully, smoothing out her expression and leaning back. Forcing herself to relax ever so slightly.

She huffs one more breath and turns from the Orcam to look at the Ivory captain, dismissing the blue alien entirely before she speaks.

"I get your apprehension, but Dream wouldn't do that- take this from a human who has been living with him for 4 years"

She shoots to her feet and points a single finger at the Orcam and growls low in her chest when he once again has the sheer audacity to try and interrupt her. She was beyond frustrated with this blue smurf, this had all happened in the middle of one of her big projects, and she was not happy to have had her day entirely derailed, add on that this crew was apparently bound and determined to set off her protective instincts, and she was this close to throwing blue b**** into the holding bay and letting him rot for a week. She would do it. Watch her.

Turning slowly to face a suddenly very frightened Orcam who apparently hadn't known humans could move that fast, she points to Sapnap and then at the stupid Orcam, she tilts her head staring straight into the Orcam's eyes, her gaze cold as ice.

"You two go and deal with the bodies, just tie them and dump them back on their own ship, take whatever supplies you want and send a beacon up so Space police can grab them later"

She then points at the injured crew.

"Let's get the rest of you in the medical bay-

A few of them shift and this and a few of them open their mouths no doubt to say something but she just snarls and keeps talking turning her cold gaze from the Orcam and onto them instead

"-Say something I dare you and Dream won't be the one you'll be scared of by the end of this, I can promise you that"

A hand gently sets itself on her shoulder and she jolts before recognizing the familiar weight, then she relaxes completely into it. She gently leans most of her weight into the tall alien behind her. Dream, her Dream. Her brother, mmmmm yes. She glanced up at him and she could see that he was visibly sweating in nervousness, well he would be sweating, if he could sweat that is.

"How about we just.. get all of us healed yea? I promise I won't be doing anything, you can take your weapons with you if you want"

Dream tries to reassure, some of them look apprehensive still, aside from the Orcam who looks a hundred and ten percent ready to refuse despite her threat, he is stopped though when the Ivory who she thinks is the captain nods.

"We'd greatly appreciate the aid... but know if this is a trick we won't take it lightly"

There was a hint of a threat in those words.

Dream nods but Drista only glares at the ones that keep looking at Dream distrustfully. At least hide how distrustful you are, rude. So rude. She likes the big bunny looking one the best, he has a perfectly neutral expression even though his body is tense. She respects that, he is just as stressed as the others but isn't being blatantly judgy. He is her favorite by default. End of discussion.

"Wait"

Stars dammit Sapnap.

"Why do I have to go and deal with those raiders? I didn't agree to this"

Drista looks over at him and smiles sickeningly sweet.

"Because I'm asking nicely?"

Sapnap looks at her with a 'really?' look on his face. She thinks anyway, she only knows Dreams expressions with ease. She's still learning about other aliens.

"If you don't I'm chucking a bucket of water at you and purposely spilling it everywhere so you'll be forced to use yourself to evaporate the water cause Dream hates it when water spills"

"Oh you are EVIL that is SO NOT FAIR!"

Drista cackles at how Sapnap points at her in offense.

"I hate being on evaporating duty!"

"Then go with the Orcam and get those raiders cleaned up!"

"DREAM YOUR SISTER IS A MENACE TO THE UNIVERSE"

"SISTER!?!?"

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The crew follows them reluctantly into the medbay, with such heavy caution that she's tempted to call it cowardice. Is that a little mean? Yes, but she doesn't really care at the moment. Maybe if they were just scared of medbays in general she'd feel a tad more sympathetic, it's that fact that they are being too negligent with their HEALTH because it's DREAM, that has her so ticked off. She has half a mind to tell Dream to just leave them here on their own ship, and leave. Heck they should take the other human with them too, just to be petty.

She says so in English.

"Drista we aren't kidnapping the other human"

"But we could"

"But we won't"

It's a familiar tame banter between them, Drista throws out some odd idea or request and Dream has to try and put some reason into her, depending on her mood she lets him win or not.

The question is does she want to let him win this one.... She looks over to stare at the crew members, all of them in separate beds that slid out of the wall. All of them either tense, apprehensive, or in the case of the Dura intensively watching everything, calculating exits and possible weapons. They make eye contact. Red eyes staring into forest green ones. His eyes held a question as they glanced at Dream then back at her. His still perfectly neutral expression is what decides it for her.

She leans out and grabs one of Dream's hands. Halting his work. He hums, puzzled when she merely plays with his hand, running her soft fingers over the dulled claws, ignoring his slight flinch at the action. She treats his hand gently, staring back at the Dura. A subtle threat and a message.

Dream is no threat. Not a threat they should be focused on anyways.

Dream took his dulled clawed hand back and gently ruffled her head, the hood she had up falling as he gently messed with her hair. Like a cat she startles and swats at the offending appendage. She hits his hand away, but the hit is achingly gentle, a playful thing. She sees the others in the corner of her eye watching them nervously for something abrupt to happen. But nothing does. She did this because she knew how Dream would react. She is proving to them, to the Dura, that Dream is safe. He won't hurt her, and he won't hurt them either.

Dream looks out the other end of the medbay, where another door leads to the other side of the hall. (The medbay is positioned in the middle of 2 hallways, both have exits into them) He looks conflicted, glancing at the crew before straightening himself.

"You should go check up on the other human. See if he woke up."

The others straighten at hearing that.

"We should be the ones checking on him, he's alone in there, he'll panic"

The captain calls out, Drista doesn't doubt the boy will panic, but she can handle it. Worst thing that can happen is the boy attacking her.

She faces them.

"I'll handle it, Dream will be checking your injuries, if I come back and you've attacked him so help me-"

Her voice started to rise in volume slightly before Dream abruptly picked her up, and carried her to the Medbay entrance. He sets her down when she starts to squirm, every action is painfully gentle, his dull claws soft around her waist. They couldn't do damage even if they wanted to, he obsessively filed them down to make sure of that. Something she deeply disapproves of, it deprives him of one of his main natural defenses, and she knows that unlike her own nails, his are bone, and that filing them down causes him excruciating pain. Stupid self hating moron. He was HER stupid self hating moron though so she was working on it with him. They'd get a handle on it....eventually.

"Alright alright you overprotective human- don't swat at me!"

Dream was clearly trying to defuse the tension and Drista wasn't helping with that. She huffed at him before looking past him at George. George was silent the entire time, taking out items from around the room to get ready to patch them up. He glanced up, and met her gaze, those white eyes eerie empty, calm, and firm. George wasn't as much of a pushover as he pretended and she knew he cared about Dream. She could trust him. She nodded slightly in his direction.

"George, keep an eye on them all please? Thank you"

She turns and heads back to her room.

Behind her she hears George call out, confused and with a slight hint of panic.

"What the heck am I supposed to do?"

Spinning on her heel she shouts back.

"I don't know, throw some of your weird goo at them!"

And faintly right before she leaves hearing range she hears one of them say,

"Ugh, Please don't"

Drista giggles before speeding up so she can reach her room quickly. Opening the door up she made it just in time for the other human to start rousing from sleep. She debates on talking immediately, or waiting for him to fully wake up. She decides to make herself known, it's what she would have preferred anyway, she wasn't a fan of surprises accidently or otherwise, something that had lingered from her own captivity. She doubted Tommy liked surprises much either.

"Had a nice nap sleeping beauty?"

Without missing a beat his eyes still half closed, Tommy bit off a sharp reply in response,

"How else am I supposed to maintain these good looks?"

She lets out a startled laugh, she had not been expecting such a quick reply. She watches him wake up slowly, his face confused at first, before he shoots up from the ground his whole body tense as a live wire. He immediately groans at the pain in his neck but still he sits tense and still as he watches her, a galaxy's worth of emotion flickering in his eyes as he gazes at her in...awe? Confusion? Wonder?

She sees his Adams apple bobbing.

"You... you're a human"

Did he like, forget everything when he passed out?

She looks at him a little dryly.

"Yes... I am, do you not remember anything from before you passed out?"

He shook his head a little looking sheepish and dazed, rubbing his neck.

"I remember... Those intruders, dealt with them then..."

He gasps abruptly and gets up, panic in his eyes as he stumbles to his feet, knocking over a couple of her knick knacks and pieces of random materials from her desk in the process. She quickly closes the distance, trying to get him to calm down. He flinches away, eyes manic almost as his breathing picks up heavily.

Oh this is not good not good NOT GOOD!

"Hey- hey hey, c'mon man I've never had to calm anyone but Dream down"

He stares at her, his eyes narrowing as he tries to focus on her and what she said.

"Dream? Who the- that- that giant green freak! He's here and he's gonna- gonna"

He's choking on his words now, not taking in enough air.

He was far too panicked to try and reason with. Okay, okay, she can do this. Face the biggest issue first: he's breathing too quick, he's in a panic, get him to breathe.

She grabs his arm gently, and lowers them both to the ground. He falls to the ground with a loud thud before he rips his arm out of her hold, but hey it got him to the floor so she's not too angry about it.

She stares at him for a long moment of heavy breathing, before she has an idea. She then puts on a show of smelling the air, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"Do you smell that?"

He stares at her, pausing as confusion briefly dominates his emotional turmoil before it fades slightly, his breathing coming out in a harsh scoff.

"What do I smell? Nothing! The fu-?"

he swallows dryly

"-that has nothing to do with anything! I- I'll be taken back into... into those cages"

He trembles, losing himself again.

She decides that two can play the stubbornness game, and crosses her arms staring at him as she raises an eyebrow at him

"No I'm serious, do you smell it? I can't tell what the smell is. I'm too used to the smell of my room. So I know that something is different but I can't put my finger on it."

She places a hand on his chest as she breathes deeply again. He copies, trying to see what the hell she was talking about. His confusion and curiosity briefly winning out.

"That's it, Best way to smell something is slowly and deeply, process it and all. In the nose and out the mouth"

He scrunches his nose.

"I-... I don't smell anything. Is- is it dangerous?"

She shakes her head to calm him immediately.

"No, it smells kinda like mint, a little earthy with some smoke in the air, I blame Sapnap for the smoke bit- he's the guy that's a walking volcano. You can't smell it? Do you have a broken nose? Try again"

That did something, he narrows his eyes and takes deeper breaths and exhales out his mouth, trying to smell whatever it was she was talking about. Earthy smell? Mint? Smoke? He.. kinda smells the smoke now that he thinks about it.

Drista watches, satisfied when she notices his breathing calming down, a little shaky, but the worst of it passes. Making himself pull out of his panic by tricking him was effective, it always worked on Dream.

She watches a little amused as he sniffs the air, clearly trying to smell what she had described. His shoulders untense and he closes his eyes, focusing on his sense of smell before looking down at her confused.

"I... Don't smell much, I smell some smoke... and.. myself- ew, actually"

He looks down at his sleeve and holds it up sniffing it briefly before he violently recoils a bit, clearly remembering the smell and liquid that was on him from that alien he caught on fire. He was definitely not a fan of it now that he had calmed down, enough to register it, and Drista finds that highly amusing.

Drista smirks a bit. Feeling just a tad smug,

"Feeling better?"

He looks up at her, confused before realizing he's not totally out of it anymore. He gives a small smile back, though he appears to be pouting a bit too.

"That was manipulative of you"

She giggles a slightly manic gleam in her eyes as she snarks right back,

"But it worked"

He arches a brow as her

"Was doing the 5 senses or whatever too much for you?"

He shakily gets up as he speaks, obviously uncomfortable with sitting down now that he is no longer on the verge of falling over.

Drista hums.

"I don't know how to do that actually, I've found it easier to just trick people"

It was a bit of a gray area morally, but she's in space and it helps her and others calm down soooo, eh. Besides, nobody is there to tell her if it was ethical or not. Well, no one other than Tommy she supposed.

He chuckles a bit.

"Well- I actually can't tell if that's right or not, but I'm not really in a position to decide that, soooo whatever I guess."

Drista takes this moment to properly look at him, his dirty blonde hair- though that might be just filth all over him, it looks like it could be so much brighter. His clothes are a bit torn, singed a little, could be from Sapnap. He shifts a little, uncomfortable under her stare.

Drista sighs and gets up, unlocking a door connected to her room.

"Take a bath, you reek of gasoline, don't want you stinking up my room. It's already a hazard enough without the smell"

She chucks a towel at him and starts searching in her closet. She's sure she has one of Dream's larger tunic things in here, and probably some of his weird laced cargo pant things, from when she last snatched some of his clothes to add comfort to her room. Not that she'd ever admit that to Dream. She silently cheers when she finds the tunic with the pants right underneath it, grabbing the soft green, black, and gold fabric she unceremoniously drops the pile of clothes into a startled Tommy's arms. Once more, shoving him hard towards the restroom.

He tries stopping for a second to turn to her, questions trying to flow out as he struggles against her stubborn strength.

"Hold on- I've got way too many questions to just ignore them all!"

She heaves him into the restroom and shuts it, hah healthy regular exercise and food trump's height take that bean pole!

"Not ignore them, just put them on hold. NOW SHOWER!"

She hears him knock some things over, cursing colorfully the whole time. There's too much on her plate to really be mad about it though, so now she just decides to ignore it for now and wait. Lovely. Fantastic. She picks up her favorite toy, as she waits outside the restroom, a replica of a fork. She loves using it to terrorize Dream and his friends, they learned quickly to fear it. Good, human inventions were superior to stupid alien tech most of the time anyway.

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Walking down the hall with Tommy right behind her was amusing. The teen kept muttering a myriad of creative insults about the forest green color of Dreams shirt tunic thing. The clothes sagged on him and paired with his dripping wet shoulder length hair made him look like a half drowned rat, yet he complained about the color. It was really funny honestly, that his main concern wasn't the fit but the color of the outfit.

Tommy eyes the sleeves that swallowed his arms, worse than sweater paws.

"So this.. Dream fella', You uhh... live with him?"

He was terrible at trying to start a conversation, still she guesses she should answer his questions, if only to have him understand Dream isn't a threat. Well not a threat to Tommy at least. He's a threat to her heart though, making her worry all the dang time. Stupid self sacrificing dimwit that he was.

"Yup, have been for a good 4 years, almost 5 actually. I started seeing and calling him my brother about three years ago, and he always looks like he's on the edge of having a breakdown every time I call him that. It's very funny for such a twig looking guy to have so much panic in his bony frame"

She can feel her tone warming as she talks about Dream, as she remembers the first time she slipped and accidentally called him brother outside her own head. Poor Dream had looked like he might collapse as he kneeled down and wrapped her in a hug, tears pouring down his face as he swore to be the best big brother ever.

She became a lot more open about verbally calling him her brother after that.

"Twig looking guy? His claws and speed more than make up for whatever-"

Tommy spoke with emotion that she quickly recognized and spun around to face him, startling him out of his sentence.

She glares at him, her fists clenched.

"I get it, I do. I don't know what your story is and I know how Dreamons are- normally- but Dream is nothing like them. I'm not his experiment, his pet or any other dehumanizing term"

She walks forwards to him, pointing her fork up a bit, forcing him to take a few steps back to avoid getting stabbed.

"Dream already hears this from every other person he meets, I get the fear but just- just trust me when I say he's not that kind of person. He's a bigger dork over a cat than he would over a person's body"

She can see gears turning in his head, narrowing his eyes at her as he thinks over her words. She really hopes they can be on the same page here.

He opens his mouth and she hopes he connected whatever dots he was connecting in his head.

"Dream... the Dreamon?"

Nevermind, he connected no dots, he is not on the same page- he isn't even on the same book. He's in the Kids section.

She stares at him incredulously, trying desperately to fight down the overwhelming urge to hit him upside the head.

"That's all you got from that?"

He shrugs.

"I mean- I got it all if you're worried about that, it's just... hard to come to terms with it. I was in the... dreamons hands for a good while"

His eyes are downcast.

"Wasn't exactly fun"

Right... she has to be considerate about that, their different experiences of space greatly differ. Doesn't mean she's letting him off easy though. Who do you take her for? A merciful individual?

Nah.

"Well it's hard to come to terms with a bunch of other random aliens that are now on my ship. How do I know they aren't a threat and I should just have them ejected?"

She sees the way his eyes narrowed, straightening a bit. He's already really tall compared to her, but now he towers over her, and his steps as he advances toward her are more tense than before.

"They're my... crew"

She quietly scoffs, playing it up.

"And? How do I know they won't hurt Dream? I left him with George in the medbay but that Orcam really doesn't like him"

She sees how confused he gets with some of the words she says, likely not familiar with some of the terms before he shook his head, and started walking beside her as she started moving toward the medbay once more. There was determination in his eyes though, as he walked side by side with her, he no longer paces behind her his need to defend overcoming his wariness.

"Cause... well I'm sure if we all talk and all we can- I don't know, have a truce?"

He groans a bit, frustrated.

"I just don't want anything to escalate. I don't want to be hurt and I don't want my.. crew to be hurt either"

Drista stares up at him sternly.

"And I don't want Dream to be hurt"

then as an afterthought.

"And his friends too I guess"

Tommy chuckles at that, messing with the end of his sleeves. He hums in thought, it feels so familiar yet odd to easily read a human's body language, his expressions are foreign yet flawlessly easy to read. Like instinct.

"Then we don't escalate, like you said. Let's have a truce"

She shrugs, in response to his words and gives him a lackluster response of her own,

"Then we decide what to do once we have everything dealt with"

Tommy reluctantly nods agreeing with her. That's all she can hope for really for now. Now to tell the crews that, and hope they agree.

Maybe Tommy can help convince his group. She knows he'd rather be anywhere but near Dream buuuuuut! If they get along she could possibly have a human friend! Not that she misses having someone like her. That's ridiculous. You're crazy for even thinking that she misses that. Psssshh shut up!

Ahem, anyways.

The medbay was the same when they entered, no fires, no broken equipment, no blood. She feels herself relax. Dream was trying to get close to the Capra to check on his broken wing but the Dura wasn't letting him, protectively standing beside the injured crewmate.

George was standing next to Dream, looking at the Dura in boredom. The Elytrain seems well, his wing had an avian patch meant for those with wings, and honestly despite that injury he seemed the least injured out of the rest, maybe sore at most. While Dream taught her almost everything in his rants about medical needs and best care methods, she knew she had a tendency to forget some of the information. To be perfectly honest, she has no idea what his condition is at first glance, unlike Dream. It's hard keeping track of so many species, she has no idea how Dream does it. Probably his weird Dreamon memory powers or something.

The two crews appear to be arguing, or rather, Tommy's crew is arguing with Dream about doing it themselves.

Clearly frustrated, Dream keeps trying to convince them to let him help.

"If the Orcam-" "Wilbur" "-is the closest thing you have to a doctor and he's NOT here then he needs help, or at least a check up so his wings aren't permanently damaged"

"I'M MISSING A WING OF COURSE IT'S PERMANENTLY DAMAGED YOU FUCKWAD"

Drista slams the door even though it was already opened to get their attention. All of them startle, the Orcam that was just entering the door also startled, his tails slapping Sapnap in the face by accident.

She ignores Sapnaps indignant sputtering and cursing about the Orcams apparent strength and focuses on the situation at hand.

"Let Dream check on his wing it's not going to kill you- don't you dare open your mouth or so help me I'll turn those mandibles into a necklace!"

She stares at the Capra that was opening his mouth to protest. He quickly shut it.

Tommy quickly runs to the Capras side, checking all over him frantically like a mother hen.

"He's patched up- what were you lot talking- yelling about about?"

She resists rolling her eyes, not wanting to offend Tommy.

"They didn't want to let Dream get close cause he's a Dreamon, and they have a nasty reputation. I'm sure you've been on the bad end of them"

She hears him scoff, practically HEAR him rolling his eyes, head tilt and everything.

"Yea no shit"

"Buuut"

she drags out.

"He's the best doctor you're gonna get this side of the galaxy, he said he wanted to check on the wing to see if it's permanently broken or not"

Tommy looks over at Dream, staring at him warily, but glancing at her, thinking.

"But his wing is gone- part of it anyways"

He looks sadly at the snapped wing.

"How isn't that permanently damaged?"

Drista grasps this moment with both hands, determined to use his sudden desire to help his friend to her advantage. Is that manipulative? Perhaps, but as previously stated she doesn't much care about the morality of that if it means the outcome is positive.

"Dream has fixed wings before, avians really but he's the best and smartest doctor, if he thinks there's a possible chance to heal your friend- or even get him a prosthetic then it's a high chance he can save his flight"

She watches Tommy internally debate, looking from her, to his friend, to Dream, then back to her.

She pushes on.

"But we don't know if he's on a time limit for healing. Any more and we might not be able to help him, it's just a quick check up, a scan. See what we're dealing with"

She watches the emotions play on his face before looking at her again.

"I-.... I'm trusting your judgment"

She breathes out a sigh of relief.

Tommy glares at her, his eyes bright as a supernova.

"But I swear to every planet in this damn galaxy I will-"

"Yea yea you'll use Dreams limbs as firewood and chuck me out the airlock or something- yea I get it, yay you're so threatening, can we move on please? Thank you" The offended look in his eyes was enough to make her cackle. He looked like an angry chipmunk!

The aliens have been looking between them both, heads turning as they spoke, Dream looked relieved at the tentative agreement from the human. He clears his throat to grab Tommy's attention. Tommy stares up at him warily from beside his friend.

"If you can vouch- or at least tell them to relax they might have an easier time listening to you... unless Wilbur decides to be more stubborn compared to the rest"

'Wilbur' who she guesses is the Orcam, glares more at Dream. She hadn't even noticed him glaring at him, she honestly thought that was his resting face.

Tommy scoffs, crossing his arms.

"I would if I could, y'know, talk to them"

Drista stares at him with a confused expression.

"Did you forget I can translate too? So can Dream"

She watches his eyes widen a bit, like he only just remembered.

"Oh shit you're right-"

"Please don't curse around my sis- Drista please"

Dream stuttered his sentence, fiddling with his claws a bit, embarrassed. Drista softens a bit, facing Tommy. A smirk on her face and a challenge in her eyes

"Dream is right, you can't curse around his little sister!"

She feels warm at how Dream brightened at that affirmation.

"You'll be a bad example, what if I start cursing too?"

"You look like your the type to have a book on curses"

He points out.

Drista tilts her head.

"Like.... Magic curses or verbal curses?"

"Both"

Dream sighs behind her and pats her head.

"I feel like we are getting sidetracked and I don't think your crew appreciates that"

he points to the others, all of them staring at them in confusion and maybe a bit of anger, mostly the Orcam.

Tommy winces a bit.

"Right"

He claps his hands to get their attention.

"You guys can just.. chill... I guess... if he becomes sketchy, bite him I guess"

He trails off awkwardly.

Drista huffs, peering at him in minor judgment.

"Really?"

She shrugs her shoulders and turns to them, ignoring the Orcam- Wilbur. Could be wrong, maybe it's William, he looks like one, the giant smurf. Maybe a Wimblr. Yeah, a Wimblr. That was his new name now.

"Tommy says to let Dream check Tubbo"

She resists rolling her eyes as she talks.

"And that you can bite him if he does anything sketchy"

"I'm gonna bite him regardless! I am perfectly capable of checking his wing"

Drista wants to scream.

"But have you ever fixed one? Properly take a good look and have the chance to help it- why am I even bothering? I can literally suplex you- get over here you Willy Wonka blue-berry lookin-!"

Dream quickly snatches Drista before she could get close to them.

"Oooookay no threats, she will actually follow through"

He holds Drista close to him, not letting go, the last thing he needs is for her to commit her first war crime in space.

Tommy watches, confused but amused. Then like a light bulb his eyes brighten.

"Ooo! I have an idea to get Wilbur to calm his nine-tailed butt down!"

"He literally has only two tails-"

Tommy lets out a sharp whistle, the Dura covering his ears, painfully trying to block out the sharp sound. Dream let Drista go, startled and shaking his head at the sound. The others seem agitated from the sound.

Tommy wastes no time to shout right after he whistled.

"SHROUUUUUUD! GET THE PEN!!!"

Sapnap growls hotly (literally) from his position at the medbay entrance.

"What the heck was that? Never make that sound again please, could render that Dura deaf, heck might render me deaf and I can morph my ears shut!"

Drista stares confused at Tommy, he looked excited for some reason.

"Is Shroud another crewmate? Why would he need a pen?"

Tommy laughs.

"Wilbur hates that pen, Shroud is technically a crewmate I guess? He's more like my pet actually"

Drista perks up, interested.

"You have a pet? Me too! mine's a cat. Best cat in space. All others are simply inferior"

She loves Patches, she's been around to help Drista through stuff. She cherishes that cat. She wonders what Shroud is. Wait...

"Wait how is Shroud supposed to-"

She turns to the entrance when she sees- well more like hears- Sapnap scream, high pitched and book it from the door and down the hall.

"Sapnap? What's wro- OH MY CORE WHY IS THERE AN ARACHNID!?"

Dream moves away from the door when a giant spider barrels through the entrance swinging around a pen in its mouth like a sword. Both Drista and Wilbur scream for different reasons.

"NO WAIT PLEASE- GET THAT PEN AWAY FROM ME!"

"FORGET THE PEN THAT'S THE BIGGEST SPIDER I'VE EVER SEEN!"

"Shroud! :D"

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Notes:

Ender: I DID IT! IT TOOK ME SO LONG! I'd say sorry but it's been 3 chapters in a row so let's just not. Drista was hard for some reason but I think I got it!

It was just supposed to be a small break, I didn't realize that break was like weeks oops.

What else to say, hmm, hope yall weren't too impatient. Should be smoother after this. It was mainly me trying to kickstart the story when introducing a new character. How'd yall like Drista? I think I did a decent job on her

Cyber: "Decent" She says as if this whole chapter hasn't had me wheezing every other paragraph. If I'm a pro at violence, End is a pro at humor and it shows. I loved working with her on this chapter so much. Also thank you guys for staying patient and kind, I didn't have to come after any of y'all this time, so that's good. *smiles sweetly* keep up the good work we wouldn't want me to bring back the sword into the comments, now would we.

Anyways hope you enjoyed it! This was a heavier edit chapter and I also have been having a rough couple of days emotionally and physically so the update on our other story is gonna take a bit, probably a week or so. See you then! :)