Posted Jan. 31, 2023, 4:11 p.m. by Gamemaster CockRoach (Gamemaster) (Robert Archer)
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Pashi looked at the young child in front of her, her antenna moving ever so spuriously forward toward the child. Her sensitive hearing was picking up very muted whispering from the child, and a quick glance at the universal translator showed it was not receiving this information. Slowly, so that the child could see what she was doing, she made some more adjustments to the instrument; until the universal translator started receiving the sounds. The translator started to analysis the pattern and words she was muttering.
The girl looked at Pashi, then at her antenna it seemed their movements were what intrigued the girl the most for a moment. Then the repeated questions got her attention to focus and she replied, “..Bako..” She then made a similar gesture to herself, the UT made a beep as such to make the theory that this was the girl’s name. “…Passshiii..” The girl then said slightly slurring the sss and iii a bit, seeming to grasp this much the girl cautiously made other word sounds. Gesturing slightly with her hands about the room then to Pashi’s uniform and in particular pointing at her uniform badge. “…Fed doom?” She said squinting her eyes as if uncertain of something but clearly recognizing the symbol, probably something related to the klingons and/or her limited education or something when they were present.
Pashi would recall the Klingons had used the natives original religion to make them look like their divine beings agents. And in turn painted the Federation and their allies for the past 30-40 years as ‘demons’ among their religion. Perhaps Fed-doom was their cultural word for Federation?
Glen was so taken aback by what was happening between Pashi and the girl, especially when she called out “…fed doom…”, that he missed Joe’s reply to him. “I’m sorry. what did you say,? he asked Joe.
Joe seemed to be a bit confused himself. Being in sick bay with the source of all this bacteria business was not for him and he was eager to leave. He just shook his head and tried to answer again saying.” Nothing important really sir. I just said I’ll wander off and do XO things for the moment. Check to see that no one is poking holes in the hull and such and then I’ll make my way to the bridge to see how Mullins is doing.”
“Okay,” replied Glen, “…and get some rest. I’ll organize the next landing party myself then.”
Captain Glen could see that this process of interviewing the child was going to take a while. With the skills Pashi was showing here, he had to have her on the landing party, so it was going to have to wait for her to finish. He could still think about who else he would take in the meantime.
Pashi ignored everything around her except the girl and the universal translator. It finally started to formulate a speech pattern; it was a hybrid language version of the planet’s native language and Klingon. She had an idea and switched to Klingon and made a few minor adjustments to the universal translator, “HISlaH,, qar’a’? Heghpu’ ghaH, pagh vIbuSqu’ QoyDI’ ghu’ vIQoypu’ {Yes, my name is Pashi. Your name is Bako? I am not a Demon, Federation is friends, here to help.}.
- Glen, CO
The girl looked taken aback by the sudden change in language. After a moment to absorb what was said she replied in a more accented Klingon, that also held a mix of her own language in spots. It would seem speaking in Klingon was a good idea! “....Yes, name is Bako. You are Pashi? But....you look like Demons that the Brown Star Angels who came from the Heavens showed us who are allied with our Great Gods. You look like the Demons, the Fed Doomers. You....can not be Fed Doomers and yet be friends who help?” She said seeming confused and unsure how else to reply.
GM CockRoach
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