It's A Girl! [Mara!]

[Blink]

The rail to Travica seemed to take longer than it actually had. The entire ride Sparrow sat with her fingers twisting and pulling at one another. The usually proud Hellion was anything but confidence as the rail pushed forwards. She could have flown in much less time, but even she knew her head just wasn't in the right place for that kind of concentration. Today was the day that the truth would be revealed. Weeks ago she had sent out the sample for testing and now the results were sitting and waiting at some office in Travica.

It always seemed as if the moment things started to go right another obstacle would fall in her path. In the blink of an eye it all changed again, her whole world turned upside down as she watched the closest thing she had ever had to a true father disappear into the dark void of space. Even then she managed it, pushing as hard as she could to turn everything right side up again.

And then Gregor happened.

Another bomb dropped, another crack appearing in the picture of herself she was already struggling to keep together. Yet still, she stood, pushing back with everything she had in hopes that maybe one day there would be some normalcy in her life. Some may have even seen the peices falling into place when Gregor announced the possibility of paternity the moment Grisham went missing. However, all Sparrow could feel was a form of guilt that all of this had to happen now. Grisham was enough for her, he had stepped up to a place others had failed. Would he feel replaced by Gregor? Should she feel this guilty for just wanting to know?

Over the last few weeks just like all other obstacles Sparrow had somehow made even all of this seem okay. Less stress than before with the announcement of Grisham's return safely back on the ground only a few days ago. The chance to actually see him had not come up yet. Every Hellion got a message stating he was back and alive and taking an overdue vacation with 'The Stepmother'. All of it completely understandable and deserved but creating even more time before Sparrow could tell him what was going on. Of course, she could message him back or even call to tell him the issue, but Sparrow was determined to give him the space he needed to get over the hand he had also been dealt.

Pulling at her fingers more, Sparrow shifted in her seat as the railcar began to slow. Pixie who was comfortably on the floor began sitting up, leaning against Sparrow's leg as if to reassure her she wasn't completely alone in all of this. In a way it helped, grounding her back in the moment rather than stuck in the mess of her own mind. When the railcar came to a complete hault Sparrow stood, Pixie rising to all fours beside her as they both started making their way off of the train. By now she had already grown acustomed to the stares from civilians towards the massive dog. By the wagging of Pixie's tail, she could also tell how much he loved all of the attention.

They were both clearly out of their element among the civilians of this dome. Sparrow dressed in her usual black Hellion sweater and Pixie adorning his black service dog vest with an official Hellion's logo on the side. She dared someone to question its validity just so she could jump down their throat with bilaws and ordinances. In time they reached the lab where the results would be read. It seemed as she pulled open the door she had managed to beat Gregor there. After signing in at the information window Sparrow found a seat in the lobby, Pixie by her side the entire time. Sparrow caught another man a few chairs down looking at Pixie differently, only to have Pixie respond by tilting his head and letting part of his tongue fall out of his mouth in the process.

"You're supposed to be a visioucly trained military dog, Pixie." Sparrow whispered, scruffing the top of his head as he continued to look at the strange man. Pixie's only response by tiltiing his head the other direction, tongue flopping with it. Funny how in an instant Pixie had completely calmed her just by being the big goofy fluffball everyone loved.

[Marakai2.0]

Today was the day...the day the big man discovered whether or not he was a father. Gregor had woken up with a feeling that he hadn't felt since the war, a kind of nervous excitement as he tried to anticipate just how the day was going to turn out. Many times, Gregor found himself tempted to peek at the results - it would be easy, with him having clearance - but he forced himself to have some restraint. It either would be - and he strongly suspected it was, considering her resemblance to his old flame - or it wouldn't be. And if it wasn't, they could walk away, no worse for wear, other than a smidge of embarrassment from the Pilot Chat.

He supposed he was anxious. It had been a long time since he had looked forward to anything. Or even had anything to look forward to, for that matter. And this, now? It was big. He didn't have high hopes that they would turn into some sort of family, especially considering the sort of relationship she had with Grisham, but then, at least, they'd know. He'd already told himself he wouldn't try to move in and shove Grish aside, as the Hellion Squad Commander was someone Gregor respected highly and worked with on a fairly regular basis. There was no reason to mess up a good thing, regardless of the people involved.

And so, he made his leisurely way to the genealogy center, his steps measured, moving neither with excitement or hesitance as he opened the door to the office and stepped inside. He signed in at the receptionists window, a full six minutes early for the appointment, and a quick glance upward showed him Sparrow's name scrawled a single space above his. She was already here, it seemed - he hasn't bothered to look and see if she was already sitting in the lobby. As soon as he finished, moving to take his seat, he saw her, though. Her, and her big ball of fluff that had seemed to become the Hellion mascot in record time.

He moved to take a seat across the way from her and a couple spaces to one side, propping one heavy booted foot up on his knee as he pulled out his com and set it on his thigh. He glanced to her with a small smile, and regarded Pixie with a similar look.

"Good morning," he said quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet in the office overly much. "How was your trip? Not too rough, I hope?"