Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2012 8:52:55 GMT -8
The frustration built up quickly as Choth stared at the Captain, waiting for him to continue the conversation in the proper manner. The challenge had been given by the man outside of the barrier, yet he didn't carry it out. Choth began to fume, wondering if this creature was just taunting him. So intense was Choth's concentration on the Captain, that he didn't hear Kinin's command. Only when he saw her figure coming at him did he turn to catch the full impact of her skull to his, but he had no time to plant his feet properly and she drove him to the ground. He roared up at her, but her voice cut through and he blinked. This was a female. He blinked again. A pregnant one, by the looks of it.
"Call your people."
With her crouched over him, bleeding onto his face, he puckered the slit of his mouth.
“You _will_ call your people and arrange for someone to come who _does_ have the authority. Or my consort may need to discuss it with you further.”
"Consort?" Choth couldn't help it. He blinked again. Suddenly, he started laughing. "More like your fist," he snorted. He thought for a moment, but the discussion had been decided. "If your consort will remove her knee from my most important of equipment, I will call the Bacohl." He glanced over at Dorian. "My communication device is in that pile behind you. It is the only item that is round." It was then that he saw Etilen and Alyssa with weapons at the ready. "That won't be necessary," he added.
In the other cell, Whull had moved close to the force field so he could see better. Fortunately, Choth's voice carried quite far, and Whull heard every word.
"Fine, you don't have to to tell me."
Whull raised a hand toward Cobus, but stopped just short of the force field.
"I'll just go to the lab and figure it all out myself, because this ship can do anything, and because I can't be 'repurposed'. I only have one purpose: to get this ship out of here, or to blow her into so many pieces that you have nothing left to salvage... Do you understand."
The smaller of the two Bacohl stared at Cobus, then sighed, his face visibly drooping. "You have no idea how much I want to tell," he said. "The distortion matrix alone is mind-boggling. It took us a year just to come up with the schematics for the emitters, and then another two to build all of the units." His chest rose with pride and he rubbed a hand briskly over his forehead tattoo. "You should see the-" His words caught in his throat.
"Would you die to protect your people," Whull asked Cobus. "Would you keep secrets, even if it meant your death?" He glanced at the ceiling, but saw the Talon as he had seen her that first time. "This is not a ship to be repurposed. You are not a people to be sent away from your home." When he looked back down at Cobus, his expression was one of sadness. "Only Phot can decide."
//"Freeman to Alexander. We have an unknown object off the port bow."
Choth's mouth puckered again, as did other orifices in his body.
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"Call your people."
With her crouched over him, bleeding onto his face, he puckered the slit of his mouth.
“You _will_ call your people and arrange for someone to come who _does_ have the authority. Or my consort may need to discuss it with you further.”
"Consort?" Choth couldn't help it. He blinked again. Suddenly, he started laughing. "More like your fist," he snorted. He thought for a moment, but the discussion had been decided. "If your consort will remove her knee from my most important of equipment, I will call the Bacohl." He glanced over at Dorian. "My communication device is in that pile behind you. It is the only item that is round." It was then that he saw Etilen and Alyssa with weapons at the ready. "That won't be necessary," he added.
In the other cell, Whull had moved close to the force field so he could see better. Fortunately, Choth's voice carried quite far, and Whull heard every word.
"Fine, you don't have to to tell me."
Whull raised a hand toward Cobus, but stopped just short of the force field.
"I'll just go to the lab and figure it all out myself, because this ship can do anything, and because I can't be 'repurposed'. I only have one purpose: to get this ship out of here, or to blow her into so many pieces that you have nothing left to salvage... Do you understand."
The smaller of the two Bacohl stared at Cobus, then sighed, his face visibly drooping. "You have no idea how much I want to tell," he said. "The distortion matrix alone is mind-boggling. It took us a year just to come up with the schematics for the emitters, and then another two to build all of the units." His chest rose with pride and he rubbed a hand briskly over his forehead tattoo. "You should see the-" His words caught in his throat.
"Would you die to protect your people," Whull asked Cobus. "Would you keep secrets, even if it meant your death?" He glanced at the ceiling, but saw the Talon as he had seen her that first time. "This is not a ship to be repurposed. You are not a people to be sent away from your home." When he looked back down at Cobus, his expression was one of sadness. "Only Phot can decide."
//"Freeman to Alexander. We have an unknown object off the port bow."
Choth's mouth puckered again, as did other orifices in his body.
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