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Had this idea pop up a while ago so here ig. If it gains any traction I’ll definitely do some updates on it.
Alien cargo space ship driver on the side, now has a desperate stow away who’s in need of help.
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Or take the easy route with a translator here and here
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The Lazy Traveler
There was a large clatter from the cargo of my ship. I expected an oversized overian or possibly a young periaan, however, there was only a human and my damaged shipment. Boss won’t be happy to learn of another thief breaking into one of his cargo ships. I want to eradicate them and get them off the ship so I can at least get what’s still undamaged to the drop point on time but space laws require that they get a fair trial. What a nuisance.
“Hey, human! Who are you and why are you on my ship?” Dumb question, I know, but it’s required that I ask before placing them under citizens arrest. No response, just a bug eyed stare like that of the terisiann species.
“What, don’t even have the manners to respond?” Again, nothing from the inferior creature. The human shuffles towards me, clear uncertainty in every step. My clawed hand reaches to my LZR-388. I see the pause in their steps before they continue at a slower pace. They reach a hand into the satchel on their side and I return the action by drawing my weapon. They remove their hand from the bag and then the bag from their shoulder, tossing it at my feet before placing their hands in the air. Keeping my weapon pointed at them, I reach down for the bag. Inside is a broken translation system. It’s surrounded by empty food wrappers along with wire clippings and tools. Must be how they got in.
“You think this is any excuse for the fact that you broke into my ship? Your little translator has nothing to do with the fact that you are on my ship illegally.” They avert their eyes. They may not know my language but they know the tone in my voice. I approach the human, determined to get something out of them even if I don’t understand it. It’s obvious they're not a thief. No thief travels with no more than a pair of wire cutters to defend themselves. However, it’s likely they’re on the run. Many humans make deals they can’t afford and lose their pathetic lives in the end. Once in front of them, I can clearly see their form. An average female of her species, though usually they do not choose solitary lifestyles. She may not be here legally but it’s clear she’s not here out of her own free will. She’s riddled with bruises from what little of her skin I can see, though that may be from merchandise falling on her when she knocked it over.
I throw her bag in her hands and place my comparatively large hand on her back to guide her out of the cargo space. It’s clear she’s still scared but who can blame her? A creature like myself is not what you want to be faced with after being caught sneaking around, unwelcome, where you don’t belong. A species of known chaos and destruction.
None of that. I’m a lazy traveler who does deliveries to get by, not some ancient barbarian. She doesn't know that though. Wherever she came from it clearly wasn’t good but I won't know where that is until I can speak to her and she can speak to me. She can’t be trusted until her true intentions are known.
“⟟'⋔ ⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬. ⟟ ⎅⟟⎅⋏'⏁ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⏁⍜ ☌⍜. ⟟ ⌇⏃⍙ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌇⊑⟟⌿ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⏃⎅⟒ ⏃ ⍀⎍⋏ ⎎⍜⍀ ⟟⏁. ⏁⊑⟒⊬ ⍙⟒⍀⟒ ☌⍜⋏⋏⏃ ⌇⟒⌰⌰ ⋔⟒.” I don’t know a single thing that girl just said. I subtly shake my head at her.
“I can’t understand you. Let me have your translator so I can fix it.” I’m an idiot. She can’t understand me, so why speak to her? This is frustrating and quite frankly I’m not paid enough for it. I turn to leave, her following after me like a lost ovarion. I go through the halls to the control system of my ship. It’s really a large ship but most of it is for cargo only and apparently a stow away. I grab my translator off the controls and hold it in one hand before pointing to her bag. Mine is quite a bit better quality than hers and doesn’t quite look like it either but she can tell what I’m asking for. She pulls it out and passes it to me. I place hers down and set mine to translate one of her species languages before placing it around my left ear and signaling for her to speak again.
“☊⏃⋏ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⟒?” I take it off and set it to another.
“⋏⍜⍙?” I take it off and try again. I would let her just select it but the pronunciation of the languages are different in our language. I place it back on once again.
“This is gonna take forever.” A smirk crosses my mandibles. Though I doubt this human can make out the expression. She stares at me before speaking again.
“Can you understand me now?” I give her a nod. I turn back to grab hers, now placing it in a repair machine near the main control panel. The small metal door shuts and a light flashes down the tube before the display says “5 μινυτες.” So not too long before it’s repaired. Once it's done I give it to her and she sets it to my species language, luckily we only have one.
“Better?” she nods. “Good, now tell me what happened.”
There were many things you had learned in your studies, such as how to tell the difference between a were-creature and any human, how to tell whether an artifact was cursed, blessed, or simply old, and even how to tell when magic was being used on you. While these things were great to know for your occupation, they never quite interested you. What did interest you however, was the ever so alluring nature of the fae. The fae are generally understood to be more than mere mortals, but less than gods. They are associated with nature, have magical powers and an inclination to interfere with humans. Throughout history they were associated with ghosts, spirits, demigods, demons and devils. Thanks to your fascination and studying of these beings, you’ve learned that you don't ever say “thank you” because it implies an obligation on your end (you've just agreed to a contract you didn't know you were agreeing to) or it's insulting to the fae, because it implies they are there to serve you.
*ding ding* Leaning over the counter, you tenderly grab the priceless vase from an ancient ruin temple, far east of the village. You had just made the trade of a lifetime! This one of a kind beauty for a date with the gorgeous man who just left your shop. His voice, alluring as an angel. His eyes, mesmerizing enough never to wish even a glance away from them. His body, oh his body, so handsome he could knock anyone off their feet. But most of all, he hadn’t lied to you, attempted trickery, or even attempt to use magic on you. Wait a minute… that cocky bastard knew he didn’t need to, he knew he had you the moment he walked through those doors.
Lmk if you’d like a continuation of this or have any requests for another story.