#bones stuff

"Not a word. I'm here, I'm risking my health for your stupid, stupid commercial plan to get into these aliens' pants to get their credits and tech. I'm going to get in there, do my job, get fucking sick, come out-, and get paid, yeah?" You said to your supervisor, who knew this plan was as bullshit as you did.

"I-, fuck, fine. Listen, just go in there, analyze some samples, help them with whatever shit they need to know about the samples and-, and come back in one piece, yeah? It's good pay, AND-, I'll owe you one." He said, putting his hands up when you pointed your finger at him.

"Yeah, you will owe me one."

He nods, "Yes-, oh look! Your ride is here!" He mocks excitement. You want to flip him off, watching as the scout ship docks at the hangar.

"Here comes the health hazard." You say as the door opens and an unsurprisingly big yautja emerges, walking towards you.

"Greetings-, Are you sick?"

"No, but I'm-,"

"-Very happy that this agreement is finally ongoing. Now, get on the ship." Your supervisor glares at you, you sigh and walk to the ship, the yautja following behind you.

"I'll be your main partner for this particular study. My name is Bones."

“B-...Bones. Your name is Bones.”

“It’s my human-given name. Previous human colleagues have found my birthname difficult to pronounce.” He says, walking back to the shuttle at a slower pace so you could walk beside him. “Well, ah, nice to meet you Bones- have you worked with many humans before?”

“A couple, before the peace treaty, unofficially. Please watch your step.” You nod, jumping over the last step of the retractible ladder and into the ship. “Before the treaty? Things should have been very difficult.” You say as he nods, motioning for the way into what you guessed was the ship’s cockpit. “Very unplanned. Your people believed only warriors were sent to your planet, but as it turns out, the scientists just didn’t call attention to themselves while on Earth. I was one of them-, stumbled upon a corn farm on my third landing after a malfunction, the farmer’s daughter was an aspiring veterinarian.”

You baffle, “that’s quite the story, how long ago was that?”

He looks at you briefly, thinking, “About 60 human years ago.” He concludes. “Oh wow.” You say, securing your bag and sitting on the co-pilot chair. “I always forget humans think that's a lot.” He chuckles shortly, it's a nice sound.

The trip is relatively short after the hyperspace command is launched. You remember first seeing a yautja mothership- enormous, imposing, but also safe and so bright, and even if it was impossible at such a distance, you swore you could see people walking around through the clear glass walls of it. You sigh, the feeling is always the same, even if your first time seeing it was long behind you now.

Bones clicks off his belt and gets up, offering you his hand as the chair was made for someone bigger than you, making it quite hard to get up from without feeling like a toddler. You take his hand and thank him when your feet reach the floor. You pick up your bag and adjust your mask. Bones nods and you both walk out.

To say you got stared at was an understatement. You could feel your throat go dry knowing being near so many of them for so long was definitely going to get to you. Not that many people were allergic to Yautjas, and the ones that were simply weren’t scheduled to work with them. The allergy symptoms could be lessened with medication but never cut it off completely. Prolonged exposure to the allergenic proved to make it harder for the medication to take effect.

Just your luck to be stuck with a whole ship full of allergens.

“Soo, do we have a deadline for this project?” You ask as you follow Bones out of the ship, stepping down the short ladder and onto the docking bay, Bones nodding to the tech before turning to you again, “Were you not informed of our research’s guidelines?”

“Well, I wasn’t, ah, supposed to be out here, it was kind of a last-minute decision.” You say, walking closer to him as you near the dock connector to the rest of the ship, “I’ll fill you in once we reach the lab.” He says as the door closes behind you, a robotic yautja voice ringing through the air before it translated to ‘Decontamination protocol initiated’ and you’re briefly both engulfed by a gas cloud.

The door opens as the gas clears and you walk forward, following Bones into the ship. You looked around as you walked, seeing yautjas of all sizes and colors walking around and then a human or two. And then three, and then four.

“I didn’t realize you had so many um, humans working here too.” You say, “For a yautja mothership, that’s pretty progressive, even with the peace treaty.”  Bones looks back at you for a second, “Oh, humans are quite the common sight around…..as common as the rest of us, I’d say.”

You nod, following Bones through the corridors and into one of the many elevators, managing to get off of it with only two sneezes as you follow Bones yet again down another corridor. This corridor was way less bustling, some yautjas and humans hanged around before the doors to what looked to be their quarters. Your gauntlet read this as one of the housing units. Housing unit number 36. “So, this is where I’ll be staying?” You ask. Bones nods, “Just right ahead.”

Bones stops in front of one of the doors in the very middle of the corridor, holding his gauntlet to the door panel before it opens and he steps aside so you can enter, “Oh, thank you,” you say as you go through the door. You’re in the small living room as you step in, with two small couches sitting across with a small coffee table in the middle of them. Behind the couches were two doors on opposite walls.

"Your room is on the right, mine is on the left."

You stop.

"I need to run down to the lab and make sure everything is ready so you're free to unpack until I come to get you," he says. You turn around to face him.

"Bones-"