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I got pretty good at morse code after a while. The pilot of our pirate ship had a beak. The only way we could figure out how to communicate was if he clicked his beak at me in morse code. He did it really fast, though. He was a pretty impatient dude. Wired to the eyeballs with Hexamex as well for the course changes that might be needed. Being that sped up and prepared for a possibility that might not happen isn’t any kind of fun. Makes a person a little high strung.
The pilot was terse to say the least. The only time he was verbose was when he was making up curses. He didn’t get the abstract notions of our human swear words but he understood actions and verbs so it was fun to hear him be creative when he was telling us off. One memorable time he told me that my mother enjoyed having sex with hyenas because at least when they laughed at her, she didn’t have to take it as an insult. He also insinuated that my hyena father was where I got my annoying laugh, my short legs, and my hunger for dead animal meat. His race was herbivorous.
He was an Aaracocra from the planet Aara. He was a flying bird man. He would still be a flying bird man except for the fact that his wings were torn off as part of a prison sentence. He lost an eye in there as well during a scuffle over living quarters. Now he’s just a dude with a beak and an eyepatch.
He told me that an antigravity harness is nothing compared to banking and wheeling in a silent sky on a huge pair of wings. That’s the longest thing he told me other than the cursing.
His name was a series of chirps and whistles but we ended up just calling him Stan. Sometimes he hummed to himself as he scanned the instruments for possible pursuit. He sounded like he was gargling marbles but it was oddly musical and whispery.
The irony of the fact that he was a pilot who used to be able to fly wasn't lost on him. In fact, he took off one of my fingers with that beak of his when I pointed it out.
I don’t know where he is now. After Juda-6 we got separated in the chase. I hope he’s still out there.
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The pilot was terse to say the least. The only time he was verbose was when he was making up curses. He didn’t get the abstract notions of our human swear words but he understood actions and verbs so it was fun to hear him be creative when he was telling us off. One memorable time he told me that my mother enjoyed having sex with hyenas because at least when they laughed at her, she didn’t have to take it as an insult. He also insinuated that my hyena father was where I got my annoying laugh, my short legs, and my hunger for dead animal meat. His race was herbivorous.
He was an Aaracocra from the planet Aara. He was a flying bird man. He would still be a flying bird man except for the fact that his wings were torn off as part of a prison sentence. He lost an eye in there as well during a scuffle over living quarters. Now he’s just a dude with a beak and an eyepatch.
He told me that an antigravity harness is nothing compared to banking and wheeling in a silent sky on a huge pair of wings. That’s the longest thing he told me other than the cursing.
His name was a series of chirps and whistles but we ended up just calling him Stan. Sometimes he hummed to himself as he scanned the instruments for possible pursuit. He sounded like he was gargling marbles but it was oddly musical and whispery.
The irony of the fact that he was a pilot who used to be able to fly wasn't lost on him. In fact, he took off one of my fingers with that beak of his when I pointed it out.
I don’t know where he is now. After Juda-6 we got separated in the chase. I hope he’s still out there.
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Date: 8 Aug 2006 03:45 (UTC)Jonny Vancouver
Date: 30 Aug 2006 07:27 (UTC)Re: Jonny Vancouver
Date: 30 Aug 2006 08:02 (UTC)