The Communicator, Chapter 1
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The blast from the communicator blaring in the communications room down the hall jolted Brevix from a sound, well earned sleep. He could hear steps running down the hall towards the transceiver two doors down from him.
screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEE…
Breevix listened closely for the muted conversation. He heard the muffled acknowledgement of his Comm Officer, then a moment of silence. Then, more clearly came a voice he was not happy to hear.
“Choorllargh! Markhta Brevix!”
More muffled voice then the sound of steps approaching his room, followed by a light tap on his door. Then the door slowly swung open and a stream of bright green light flooded his room. One eye screwed tightly shut, he peered through the other at Powrlen, the Comm Officer.
“I heard. Which one is it?”
“Overlord Chklarna, Commander.”
Brevix swore under his breath, hoping the barely audible whisper would not carry to the Overlord’s ears. He dragged himself out of bed and moved towards the door, trying not to stub his toes.
“Uh, sir, it’s video.”
“Huh? Oh, uhm. Yeah. Guess the uniform is in order.” Brevix turned back to the valet stand, and grabbed his uniform tunic. “This should be enough,” he thought as he pulled it on, and buttoned it to the throat. Powrlen raised an eye and twitched an ear, looking pointedly at him.
“What? He only sees here up!”
“As you say, sir.”
Brevix followed his associate down the hall, entering the communications center closely behind him. Centering himself in the room, he addressed the large creature visible on the screen.
“Commander Brevix reporting sir.”
“Krrockkta, Markhta.”
Brevix looked over his shoulder at Powrlen. “What’s the problem with the translator? I don’t speak Drrahg. What’s he saying?”
“I’m working on it sir. I think he said “Where the hell have you been?”
Turning back to the screen, he muttered “Get that damn thing FIXED.”
“Sir, our translator seems to be broken…”
“I said, Give me your report, Commander. Tell your officer to either fix the damn thing or let himself out the airlock. His Drrahgah is terrible.” The Drragh Overlord spoke reasonable Keirish. “But get it fixed soon. I despise this speak. It makes my tongue feel like it’s in a meat grinder.”
“Of course, Overlord. We have just arrived on this planet. It’s somewhat advanced. There’s a ton of satellites in orbit, we really had to approach carefully. Fortunately, whatever detection systems they might have do not appear to have found us. We’ve spent the last 4 local days trying to get our ship well camouflaged. We only called a rest period a couple of hours ago.”
“So you have found nothing yet?”
“No Overlord. We will start looking in 12 hours. After my crew has had sufficient sleep.”
There was disapproval in the Drrahg when next he spoke.
“You Keiran are weak. But you serve a purpose. So, fine. Sleep. Rest. But find my people!”
“Overlord.”
“Oh, and Brevix. Next time, cover your bottom part.” The screen flashed bright red, then went dark. Brevix sagged in place, but continued to face the screen. “Powrlen. You were supposed to not let the caster go that low.”
He heard a chuckle from Powrlen, then another voice.
“I don’t know, Brev. From where I stand your bottom part is rather cute.”
Brevix turned to face this new source. “First Officer Hourna, you would. You play with it enough. Get back to bed, Hou. I’ll be along in a moment.”
“Aye sir.” He turned to Powrlen who was choking on laughter so hard his face was turning red. “And you. Get that damn translator fixed! If you need help, let me know.”
“Sir.” Powrlen choked down his mirth and turned to the equipment console.
Brevix shook his head. “Damn Overlords.” He followed Houren down the hall and into the quarters they shared.
The door lock clicked loudly in the silence of the corridor.
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The blast from the communicator blaring in the communications room down the hall jolted Brevix from a sound, well earned sleep. He could hear steps running down the hall towards the transceiver two doors down from him.
screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEE…
Breevix listened closely for the muted conversation. He heard the muffled acknowledgement of his Comm Officer, then a moment of silence. Then, more clearly came a voice he was not happy to hear.
“Choorllargh! Markhta Brevix!”
More muffled voice then the sound of steps approaching his room, followed by a light tap on his door. Then the door slowly swung open and a stream of bright green light flooded his room. One eye screwed tightly shut, he peered through the other at Powrlen, the Comm Officer.
“I heard. Which one is it?”
“Overlord Chklarna, Commander.”
Brevix swore under his breath, hoping the barely audible whisper would not carry to the Overlord’s ears. He dragged himself out of bed and moved towards the door, trying not to stub his toes.
“Uh, sir, it’s video.”
“Huh? Oh, uhm. Yeah. Guess the uniform is in order.” Brevix turned back to the valet stand, and grabbed his uniform tunic. “This should be enough,” he thought as he pulled it on, and buttoned it to the throat. Powrlen raised an eye and twitched an ear, looking pointedly at him.
“What? He only sees here up!”
“As you say, sir.”
Brevix followed his associate down the hall, entering the communications center closely behind him. Centering himself in the room, he addressed the large creature visible on the screen.
“Commander Brevix reporting sir.”
“Krrockkta, Markhta.”
Brevix looked over his shoulder at Powrlen. “What’s the problem with the translator? I don’t speak Drrahg. What’s he saying?”
“I’m working on it sir. I think he said “Where the hell have you been?”
Turning back to the screen, he muttered “Get that damn thing FIXED.”
“Sir, our translator seems to be broken…”
“I said, Give me your report, Commander. Tell your officer to either fix the damn thing or let himself out the airlock. His Drrahgah is terrible.” The Drragh Overlord spoke reasonable Keirish. “But get it fixed soon. I despise this speak. It makes my tongue feel like it’s in a meat grinder.”
“Of course, Overlord. We have just arrived on this planet. It’s somewhat advanced. There’s a ton of satellites in orbit, we really had to approach carefully. Fortunately, whatever detection systems they might have do not appear to have found us. We’ve spent the last 4 local days trying to get our ship well camouflaged. We only called a rest period a couple of hours ago.”
“So you have found nothing yet?”
“No Overlord. We will start looking in 12 hours. After my crew has had sufficient sleep.”
There was disapproval in the Drrahg when next he spoke.
“You Keiran are weak. But you serve a purpose. So, fine. Sleep. Rest. But find my people!”
“Overlord.”
“Oh, and Brevix. Next time, cover your bottom part.” The screen flashed bright red, then went dark. Brevix sagged in place, but continued to face the screen. “Powrlen. You were supposed to not let the caster go that low.”
He heard a chuckle from Powrlen, then another voice.
“I don’t know, Brev. From where I stand your bottom part is rather cute.”
Brevix turned to face this new source. “First Officer Hourna, you would. You play with it enough. Get back to bed, Hou. I’ll be along in a moment.”
“Aye sir.” He turned to Powrlen who was choking on laughter so hard his face was turning red. “And you. Get that damn translator fixed! If you need help, let me know.”
“Sir.” Powrlen choked down his mirth and turned to the equipment console.
Brevix shook his head. “Damn Overlords.” He followed Houren down the hall and into the quarters they shared.
The door lock clicked loudly in the silence of the corridor.
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Date: 2018-04-30 01:16 pm (UTC)