The Talatheen Amalgam
Lord Cross; Laodicean Brothers Eternal
The Talatheen Amalgam
Location: Approaching Atmosphere:
Shobquix Yards Epoch-class Freighter; 'Titanite'
"So- Captain Salmn? Paying attention?" asked Talatheen, encoraching upon the small, circular porthole that led into the cockpit; a transparisteel canopy riddled with dirt and debris subsequent the large duros, a hulking wall of built muscle, hunched over a set of controls in a small, synthleather pilot's chair. "Nah," she replied in a nasally voice; her large, amphibious eyes glistening over the red glare on the planet which they approached. Sighing, the cyborg, Talatheen, made further attempts to initiate conversation:
"Ever been here... before?"
Then:
"So what are you doing... coming- coming here?"
Next:
"Thank'ya- Thank you for the ride. It means a lot."
Finally, with subtlety:
"So we'll be landing at-"
He was cut short by a chopping swipe from Salmn's hand, silencing him and forcing his neck to angle back, retracting his head shamefully; her lips pulled back into a snarl. "Shut up!" she ordered - a command Talatheen willingly obliged; not from fear, but respect - she had after all offered him free passage - and knowledge that, without her cooperation, things could easily depart from easy going to five klicks up a chit-riddled hyperlane without alluvial dampeners. "Yes'm- Yes, ma'am- Yes, madam," he replied with stoic humbleness, head bowed in silent begs of forgiveness; it was an act of compliance the captain was not often privy to her - her usual crew composed of the dredges of society - and was, thus, far more forgiving. Smiling with self-satisfaction at her newfound domination, she turned back to the controls and set about answering his questions: "Yes; trading; you're welcome; Pinyumb." [member="Xavka Duquo"]