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I don't know where I am going, but I am bound to be late.
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Nah, definitely not complaining. Who needs self-respect/sanity, anyway? :'D
As for what I wrote about, my dissertation/major project ended up being on different adaptations/versions of Arthurian Legend: @RBYDark can vouch that it was a bit of a wild ride, what with the edgelords, sexual politics and Mordred generally being a bad lad.
That only sounds like ... the coolest dissertation ever
Masha
"I would say I meet most of the requirements for the rescue team. Mostly being quick, silent and nimble, being an amateur gymnast and all that. Hell, I can squeeze through any hole, pipe, gate you want. Although I can't shoot a gun that well, unlike Christian. But I would still prefer to be part of the diplomatic team, thank you," Masha said to no one in particular, tapping her fingers on the smooth table top.
Masha knew however that things not always go as smoothly as planned. Especially in space. And certainly not with a captain as absent-minded and tired as Mr. Di Liberto? For all she knew, she would be jumping, twisting and doing handstands to dodge bullets in no time, and probably because of some silly miscalculation on the captain's part. She sighed thinking of the procedure. But at least she would get to wear the space suit for the first time and work with her crew mates on what was going to be a story to tell back on Earth. Hey, you know I rescued some chaps from an alien ship? Yeah, that's right. A modern day, real-life space opera! There was even a sword-fight and booty to plunder! Some of the spices were actually hallucinogenic drugs.
The captain finally let the whole thing go and ended the meeting. Masha had more questions, of course, but she didn't want to bother the boss. He probably had issues juggling all the steps of the plan as it was, and more complications would send him to overdrive. Instead, she got up, saluted the boss and bade all colleagues farewell until later. Well, until the next random voice summonings. She got out and went away the way she had come, the first to leave the meeting, and headed straight for her room to clean and prepare. However, when she reached her locked room, she realised she had left her card in the training rooms. "Damn it."
A tiny white droid was heard droning and beeping past her, turning its head this way and that. "Hey, droid!" she said and the thing turned to her. A lens flashed and scanned her eye. A green smiley face appeared on the display: :-) . "Can you go to the training room and grab my card for me, please? I can't get it." The droid beeped again, and made a sound which was the robot equivalent of an 'ow, man!' "Come on! I will give you something nice as soon as I am done preparing. I have mission today." The smiley face on the display was by then a sad red frown :-( ; but after a second the smiley appeared again and the thing signaled a yes by going up and down on its suspension. The display showed: OWE BIG TIME...! . It then spun around itself a couple of times and raced in the direction of the training room, leaving Masha to wait for it, sitting on the floor with her back against her door.
Will post tomorrow, folks.
Well, in my defence, I had troubles with a pulled muscle... Sorry about that lads
Will post tomorrow, folks.
Masha
Oh? Are you, Mr Rolands? Hah... Greetings to you, Tichua! We are here to negotiate. I am Masha, I can speak your language and will be serving as a translator and a diplomat. I am a bit rusty, so please forgive me if I make any mistakes. Oh, and by the way, before we commence, you wouldn't believe what my colleague, Mr Raynolds the second-in-command here, has just said about your people before entering your ship! Oh, my! Now that was an insult to remember, let me tell you. I bet our entire crew is laughing their ribs apart! But me, though? Oh no, my parents are long partners with your folks and I love you, that's why I am telling you all this. Keep it between us, eh? See how well you stall them with a hole or two in your dome, Mr Rolands my dear.
"Well, I suppose you would, Mr Rolands. But," she said, looking at Luci, "I think you should at least take Luci with you. It's a good point she's made. Better safe than sorry, right medic?" Behind her smiling face, Masha thought about Luci's exosuit she managed to sneak a peak at one time. It was a creepy thing, very cyclopean in design and had the aura of an old concentration camp lab worker from the 20th century rather than a medic. But she nonetheless knew that there might come the time when Luci's one eyed face would be the face of an angel, if she ends up butchered or wounded somewhere in space. What was it about extreme sterility and medical protocols that made one so uneasy and apprehensive?
Masha now stood up herself too. The second-in-command was up, the plan seemed to be set, the non-organics were silent and busy with their machinations: surely the meeting was over? She remained standing however, not taking her leave until the captain officially dismissed them all. But the captain,ever since she saw him first that morning, seemed most willing to dismiss himself forever and simply retreat to some forsaken satellite in deep sapce and be an anchorite free from all worries and duties of an IOSE employee.
Masha
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"Well..." Masha said, somewhat dejected. "What went through my mind was them shooting the hostages as soon as we made bold to do anything more than talking ship-to-ship. I suppose I can play the part you intended, as a distraction, if they are ready to have us on their ship, which is exactly what I assumed they would avoid. You are the boss, boss." But partnering up with Mr Rolands? She took a glance at the second-in-command and suddenly felt judged even though he paid no attention to her at all. She would have given anything to flip through the pages he carried, just to see the reports he had written. Somehow she imagined him putting strikes next to their names, having eyes and ears all over the ship, being everywhere and knowing everything that went on at any time.
The holowatch on her wrist vibrated. The downloading was already over and the data was all ready and waiting for her, updating in the background in real time as new words, expressions, idioms etc. were coming to being. The galaxy is large, languages spread interspecies, new dialects were born constantly, new scripts, all influenced by the diversity of the speakers (or writers, in case of those races incapable of vocalising) that counted billions upon billions. It was confusing, complicated, impossible to follow, thrilling. Masha hoped the meeting would soon end. She had a lot to do if she was to make a contribution. I better stop by the medical quarters to get something to keep me awake tonight. Some pills or whatever they have. And better take a nap in the afternoon as well, to recharge my batteries. I think I'll skip the workout. I am not in the mood anymore. I am heading straight for breakfast. Hopefully they have peach-flavoured tubes today, the new shipping arrived yesterday.
Masha
The Tichua aliens? Masha's thought began to wonder and the friendly havoc around her started to blur, giving room for images of those foreign life forms. So they are raiding. Interesting. And ironic. Wasn't it one of their Lehds, chieftains from ages ago, that said that piracy as a business was a crime against god because it did not create anything new, but just robbed others of the fruit of their work? Yes, it was. Dante thought similarly of usury. How times change so much but also stay the same. Even with our current monetary systems there is always an excuse to raid, a cause for envy. In a brief pause of thought, she noted tat Wren had refrained from commenting upon her remark, but his smile gave her a hint: she was not to push the dream business, because it obviously gave him some troubles.
There seemed to be some sort of confusion with the non-organics in the room, and the second-in-command had at some point come in and with strict look in his eyes; but Masha was too concerned with her own thoughts to pay any attention at the time and hoped the eye had not taken note of her, especially if there had been any inquiries directed at her which she failed to register. The most pleasant surprise was seeing the new doctor, Frau Wolfe, appear, a most friendly looking person. I will have to brush up on my Tichua, I guess. Aber mein Deutsch ist immer noch gut, Frau Wolfe, und ich freue mich auf unsere Gespräche. She looked forward to being able to use something other than English with her crew mates, especially German which she was fond of.
When the captain asked for questions, the first thing that popped to her mind were dangers of possible combat, because she had had very little training and was not licensed to carry a weapon on the ship. Well, a fire arm at least. She looked at the holowatch on her wrist. The device had already picked up the word Techua and was working on downloading all the date Masha would need. What a handy device, the watch. Quite literally.
"Yeah, do we have a plan on what we're going to do? 'Cause I don't think we have anything they would want lying around so we can't exchange those for the dignitaries. In which case... we'd have to get them out by force." Christian's words confirmed her suspicion.
"Which would be risky, right? Them having precious cargo on their ship. We have to try and negotiate first. If we have it confirmed that these people are alive, that must mean their captors are willing to engage in dialogue. What would be the point of keeping them otherwise? We can't engage them as long as they have the dignitaries." No, don't say that, don't be stup--! "I can try. I can talk to them." Idiot! You are dead! Her heart was beating fast and the digits on the holowatch showed increased beats per minute. She was numb at her own words, but was in a way proud too, even though she knew deep down that what she said were only attempts at avoiding battle more than bravery. But still, small personal victories were satisfying. Hopefully she could calm down before the robot groped her the way he did with the other crew folk.
@KahleenCuthaldYeah, I agree. I just didn't expect a dozen or so posts to appear the next time I log in. :)
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