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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 19, 2005 16:55:58 GMT -5
She sighed in releif. "It is alright, not you fault. I was not sure if you were adaptable to different air, like an ooman. Try not to be overly active, just to make sure you will not have fainting spells and dizzyness, because the few oomans who have made it onto our ships often do." She started walking and added, "Do you want to have a tour of the ship or just go straight to Thwei-Tjau'ke?"
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 19, 2005 17:03:12 GMT -5
Pharren much rather would have a tour but it was very important that she should get back to Ixra-weh. she debated it for a moment before looking to M'yin-de. "do you mind if we go straight to..." She hesitated, learning to pronounce the name. "Do you mind if we go straight to Thwei-Tjau'ke?" She asked. "Pharren wants to go home desperately."
Things were waiting for her at home. Her friends, her lessons and most important, her fiance' binding was soon. On the first day she was 12, she would find out who she was to marry when she was 21.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 19, 2005 22:18:59 GMT -5
M'yin-de nodded and replied, "Of course we can." She started walking down the corridor to the pilot's room. Once they reached it, she saw that they were already in space, though without her mask she could not see anything but cold blackness through the front window. Hundreds of tiny lights in various temperatures blinked about them. One large leather chair sat in front of the stick, with two placed slightly beside and behind it. They could see a pair of clawed hands energetically tapping at controls and flicking switches. M'yin-de waited politely until he finished and the chair swiveled around.
The Yautja in the chair was relatively short, only about seven feet and he bore a cheerful grin. His skin was a mottled green, fewer scars crossing it than normal. He reached out and grabbed a spear sitting against the wall and stood slowly with a groan, leaning heavily on it. Once he was standing, it was revealed why he needed the spear. His left leg was entirely prosthetic, deep, twisted scars ran all up his left side to his chest and partially across his belly. "Hello. I'm Thwei-Tjau'ke." he rumbled, "Ready to see your family again?"
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 19, 2005 22:26:34 GMT -5
Pharren nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, sir." She murmured. Respect, fear, hope, and happiness crossed her face all at once.
Pharren's slitted eyes scrutinized him. He must have been a great warrior at one point. To her, having scars was an honor. She remembered many times when she was an even younger child, getting sharp sticks or metal strips and cutting herself with the other children, as if it was a game. They showed the wounds to the elders, proudly saying how they got the wounds. The elders looked disgusted but let them continue until they got to Pharren. She said that she had gotten the wound on her arm from a battle with an enemy Yautja. But the elder knew better of the child and pressed his claw into the wound, breaking nerves and Pharren screamed. Luckily this did not require regeneration, just mending of nerves. The scar where they had stiched her arm was still there, a dark black line on her gray skin.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 19, 2005 22:52:07 GMT -5
Thwei-Tjau'ke limped over to a keyboard below a large screen and began tapping away. M'yin-de settled herself in one of the chairs. "You may want to sit. He could be a while. He has to locate your ship and calibrate the systems to be compatible. But don't worry, " M"yin-de added quickly, "he will be able to. Right, TJ?"
Thwei-Tjau'ke growled sharply. "Don't call me that. Just because M'aat-hew called me that once or twice does not mean anyone is allowed to again."
The older warrior smirked. "M'aat-hew is an ooman we accepted into our ranks. He spends too much time with Nihkou'te and Guan-Thwei and likes to tease the younger warriors. Not me, he's scared of me for some reason."
Thwei-Tjau'ke glanced up, seeing Pharren looking at his leg and scars. "An accident many years ago. I was stupid and lost my ability to hunt because of it."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 19, 2005 22:59:20 GMT -5
Pharren was just listening, admiring his scars but looked up when he caught her staring. "Pharren is sorry." She murmured, the childish form of Yautian she had been trying not to use, stumbling out of her mouth. "Pharren did not mean to gawk. She was admiring them." She stepped back, not looking to Thwei-Tjau'ke again, but turning to M'yin-de. She looked at the chairs. She let out a soft sigh but instead sat on the floor, again looking with awe at all the technology. She remembered all her sister was allowed to tell her and whispered it in her native tongue again. But this time it was on purpose. She didn't want the Yautja to understand her in her moment. She could tell the Natives how large the ship was on the inside, so many controls! Her fiance' may not even know this much even though when the ceremony of the Fiance' Binding took place he will most likely be a man of 20 or so when she will still be a child.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 20, 2005 0:56:38 GMT -5
"Don't sit on the floor! You are not a servant! You are our guest and we will treat you that way. Come, sit beside me." M'yin-de said kindly, patting the arm of the chair beside her. Thwei-Tjau'ke switched on the screen and fiddled with a dial to allow the screen to display in visible light instead of infrared. He had installed it shortly after the ooman who had joined them completed his training and began hunting. It would be awkward if he had to wear his mask in order to see who he was communicating with! "It's alright. I am used to people staring. It's not everyday you see a someone who survived being trapped under a bleeding Kainde Amedha." He limped over to the pilot's chair and dropped into it gratefully, wincing and rubbing his scarred side as the muscles cramped. "C'jit thing burned my leg off and damaged the nerves. Now even with the prosthetic limb I have difficulty. The scars are really not something to admire. They are just the symbol of my inability to kill myself honorably on a hunt that went wrong. Any Yautja who sees them knows. I lost a great deal of status, but luckily for me, I have a way with technology and earned it back. Because I am still a young Yautja and do not have a great deal of knowledge about the hunt, I would have been an eta, a slave, if I could not earn my way." He glanced at a smaller screen where spiky red glyphs scrolled. "Hurry up, pauk-de..." he muttered. ((Uh, when they contact Pharren's people, you have to help me out, cuz I don't know so much...  )) |
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 20, 2005 14:15:35 GMT -5
(okie dokie)
Pharren looked up at M'yin-de then to the chair. She stood up, following M'yin-de's orders, sitting in the chair awkwardly, her small legs danglinh above the ground. She wasn't used to chairs, surprisingly. Pharren's people preferred to kneel on the ground, strangely enough. Pharren supposed it was because chairs were usually too high for them and it was hard to get down as easily as it was to stand.
She looked back to Thwei-Tjau'ke, puzzled that he said they were nothing to admire. "They don't give you strength of mind that you know you lived through it?" She asked then shook her head. "That is not right."
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 21, 2005 0:57:33 GMT -5
"It's our way." he rumbled. "We can live through plenty, but if the wound is life-threatening and we may die before reaching our ships, a Yautja is supposed to blow themselves up to destroy all signs of them and their technology. I contacted my fellow hunters and they brought me back, but it was reluctantly..." Thwei-Tjau'ke trailed off as a flat, harsh, emotionless voice sounded from the computor. "Incoming message." it droned. M'yin-de stood up, standing at attention, chin slightly raised, lower mandibles ever so slightly flared. It was a dominant posture, one she assumed to let them know her rank, even if she did not know if Pharren's people could read their body labguage. The crippled Yautja also stood, grumbling and muttering to himself. He did not assume such a dominant posture, but simply stood as straight as his injuries would allow. The screen flickered to life...
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 21, 2005 11:14:56 GMT -5
"Ixra-weh, Fifth Moon of Marinda responding to Yautja ship on the edge of the Milky Way." A male voice said in Yautian. The screen showed the male. He looked much like Pharren, gray skin and small body, maybe even smaller than Pharren. He instead of lavender hair like Pharren's was a corse navy blue and his eyes were a wild red color.
Pharren stood up as well but was just looking with wide eyes at the tech room that she had only dreamed of seeing.
The male looked like he wanted to curse at the Yautja but his eyes on the screen traveled to Pharren then looked at M'yin-de.
"Donten Snav of Ixra-weh responding to call." He said. "What is it you want?" The male was obviously in a hurry to ask why Pharren was there but he waited for an answer.
Pharren stared at the male. "Donten..." She whispered to herself then shook her head. She knew him.
The Fiance' Binding was sacred and usually many older males tried to make their Bindings count. They tried to get to the higher up families. Pharren was from one of the few higher up families, though they still did not have much authority. Her mother was just the main Lou-dte Kalei, meaning she populated most of a tribe. Pharren knew for sure that Donten was one of the men who was trying to make it into her Fiance' Binding. Her sister had told her, though she was not supposed to. And for the longest time Donten had been giving her strange looks, comimg for visits with gifts to the family. No wonder he looked upset.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 21, 2005 11:18:12 GMT -5
(I totally know what Tj's name means!
Thwei - blood
Tjau'ke - hard packed dirt or type of rock )
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 21, 2005 14:50:31 GMT -5
"Greetings, Don'ten Sna'av." M'yin-de said, having some difficulty with the name, "I am Elder Paya M'yin-de, Arbitrator and honored warrior." She bowed, Thwei-Tjau'ke following her lead. M'yin-de wished that she could have been in her ceremonial armor, or at least be wearing the scarlet cloak that signified she was an Elder. She hadn't known that someone that appeared to be high-ranking would respond to the transmission. "With me is Master Craftsman Thwei-Tjau'ke. We request that you meet with us, for we have rescued one of your own, Phar'ren." The male was definately not pleased with this message. "She wishes to return home and due to the fact that there are tensions between our two races, I feel that it would be better to arrange a place of exchange rather than have us bring her to your homeworld." She wasn't fond of being so formal, but protocol demanded it, especially because she was dealing with a species that could become an enemy at a moment's notice.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 21, 2005 15:56:10 GMT -5
Donten scowled then looked to Pharren, trying to see if they had hurt her.
"Pharren Caztar, please tell me how you came into contact with the Yautja." He said in Yautian but Pharren quickly responded in her Native tongue, a series of clicks and gibberish. After she was finished she stepped back, slightly behind M'yin-de again.
Donten studied her for a moment then looked to the Yautja again. "We cannot take her back easily." He said. "She has come into contact with another race and we aren't very trusting of the Yautja. I'll need to speak with the Elders. In the meantime if you hurt Pharren-"
"Pauk!" Pharren cursed suddenly. She started cursing at him in every language she knew. "C'jit you, Donten!" She screamed. "They will not hurt me! How can you be so reluctant?!"
Donten retaliated with a series of curses back at Pharren in their language and she shrunk back again.
"I'll say it again." He said in Yautian. "We cannot take her back so easily. We will contact you soon." His eyes looked to Pharren. "Take care of yourself."
And the trasmission blanked out.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 21, 2005 21:13:28 GMT -5
M'yin-de snarled suddenly and spat a curse. Luckily, she was not wearing any weapons except for the ki'cti-pa built into her right arm, or she would have thrown one at the screen. "How could he do that?!?" she fumed, "I would never hurt you and... and it is not as if the Yautja are a disease! Pauk-de there has committed a serious breach of protocol! One that behaves in such a way has no honor!" M'yin-de began pacing, the blades on her right wrist extending and retracting as she stomped. Her connection to them was neural, unlike the others, so if she lost control of her temper, she would activate the blades. It was much like someone clenching their fists when angry. Thwei-Tjau'ke stood, jaw hanging open. Never had he known someone to virtually abandon one of their own race when they were alive and well and wished to go home! "Phar'ren! Are all your people so rude?" M'yin-de asked, throwing herself into a chair. A growl rumbled in her chest like a distant warning of thunder.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 21, 2005 21:45:02 GMT -5
Pharren looked at her. She looked very shocked as well, and just as upset as M'yin-de. "I...don't know." She murmured. "Donten always seemed very stuck up but I didn't know that they were that afraid to just stop at a different planet and then take me back home." She knelt on the floor beside M'yin-de's chair again, out of habit. "I'm sorry Donten was so rude." She said. She clenched her fists and her lavendar hair spiked up again like it did when she was on the ooman world. "Maybe...our rules...are just different." She said between gasps of breath in the thin atmosphere. No matter how hard she held them back, Pharren couldn't help tears escaping from her eyes. They slowly dripped onto the cold floor as Pharren tried to think of an explanation for Donten's rudness. "I'm sorry, M'yin-de!" She said, her voice shaking.
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