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((If Shinigami can't actually do the following, I can always change it XD But as unspecified as their roles and abilities are...I hope it isn't too out of your aim for them.))

Zeratul winced interally as he swept past the entrance to the field enclosement where the resuced eevees now lived. As a trained Shinigami, he could feel the overflow, the pressure, the icy clutch of the dark emotions leaking from that area. The souls of those poor eevees were cyring out in an agonized cacophany against the wrongs that had been done to them.

Their homes, their families, their own little worlds wer gone. Shattered to itty bitty pieces and thrown in a bottomless abyss at their paws so that they may never reach them again.

However, his only outward action was to continue on his path towards the Commander's office.

As a Shinigami, he was trained in the ways of the Void, and a very important part was to hone his psi abilites to identify energy, as every other apprenticed Shinigami. While all Aeterreons can feel energy, it takes careful training to master the skill of knowing what energy is what, where it is, what it does, how to manipulate it, so on so forth. But that wasn't really the point.

The point was that Zeratul had been observing the station, mainly the field for a few day, and had noticed something important. Or at least worrisome. The longer this misery went on, the more the breeders' physical and mental states deteriorated. Not just that though, but it seemed the other station bred eevees and caretakers were beginning to feel the effects of this roiling energy. Something needed to be done, or these newly recrited breeders would make themselves useless, tire out their caretakers, and may begin to negatively influence their younglings.

Finding himself outside the commander's office, he rapped calmly upon the door a total of three times before waiting for permission to enter. It woulnd't do to not show proper respect to his leader.

((Oh, seet then XD I originally had a much worse effect happening, but then I remembered I didn't exactly have the authority to say it was screwing with the Aeterreons around the station XD ))

Zeratul let a small smile slip onto his face at Shoi's enthusiastic greeting. It was good to see she was still operating rather than a steaming mess of stress adn irritation. Zeratul held no doubts that if she didn't get a break soon, the Supreme Commander would be reduced to that.

"Well, most eevees tend to respond attentively and curiously when notified that they are required for something," the Shinigami replied, easily manuevering around the paperwork carpeting the ground and closing the door behind him.

Eyeing a couple of documents, he saw that the caretakers had already jumped at the opportunity to nag their leader about the issues relating to the surface dwellers. "It would seem the caretakers have already taken to notifying you of the rather sad state our rescuees are in. I was on my way to tell you actually to talk to you about taking care of them, but it would seem your already working on that. I would like to reassert my earlier stated opinion that work will likely help distract them and get them on a more stable lifestyle and drowning themselves in sorrow.

"If nothing else, telling these eevees that we need them should perk their ears."

"I really do think getting a secretary or two would benefit you greatly," Zeratul said empathetically, giving the piles of paperwork wary looks. Being a Shinigami, he didn't have to deal with this kind of stress, and truthfully, there was enough of it already from the redoubled training regimens, new apprentices, and everything else going on in Viod City. Speaking of which, he'd probably be called back there soon to report on how the station is holding up.

Zeratul gave a small snort, shaking his head a little. "Most certainly, I can help there. Us Shinigami are quite accomplished at articulating our speech, no?"

Pondering for a moment, Zeratul felt a weird sensation at the word 'family.' It was strange, that he should be connected to these strangers by blood, and yet not even know the face of his own mother. Shinigami have a different understanding, that the ones closest are their brethern. That all Aeterrs are their kin and the other Shinigami are their brothers and sisters. This whole blood relation concept the surface dwellers shered was alien to him and yet...he felt this odd urge to know. This conecpt of family was foreign to the Aeterreons and Zeratul wanted to know if they were his relatives. Blood and blood are kin jaut as spirit and spirit are. He wanted to help these poor souls, even if the way he conveyed it seemed a little cold, and if revealing that there were blood ties even here, then he would do so willingly. For the good of the colony.

"There are...unnerving similarities between myself and one of the eevees we retreived. But that is as far as I know on the matter. Perhaps I have more roundabout ties with them, seeing as they have a strange system of names for their relatives that I am as of yet unsure of, but I know that their is a strong likelihood I am related to that eevee."

(( Oh yeah.... XD
Alrightly then~ owo ))

Zeratul paused thoughtfully, pondering the best course of action as such. something that could motivate these eevees greatly would be a chance to see their homeland again and the have closure on whether their humans survived or not.

"Assume you were to inform our rescuees of such an expidition. They are bound to show interest. Perhaps a quick phsyco analysis before clearing themt o accompany the aeterr? They should be able to perfectly understand the dangers we warn them of, and if any of them should disobey while with us, I'm sure a Shinigami or Warrior guard could put a stop to such nonsense. Seeing as they have lived there their whole lives though, they could provide valuable information on the planet during our exploits. But if you are to mention it at all, there are some that will most definately ask to go. To just mention it in passing would be cruel, like dangling a piece of meat jsut outside the reach of a starved prisoner. If you do not plan on such, I would suggest trying our hardest to keep that particular tidbit of information away from their paws. Even if they do not possess the same prowess as the aeterr, our eevee bretheren could be quite troublesome if they wished to be, and disposing of them or imprisoning would be deplorable."