Silence
Anonymous Me
The last thing he really wanted was for the woman to be finding some place to hide in the ship. Illya followed the little woman through the corridors of the ship till they reached a small space that appeared to be her hut/room. Obviously there was supposed to be something in this space that she was looking for since all he could see currently was her feet sticking out from underneath her bed. Silently standing by he waited for some kind of information on what this was all about.
Instead of finding something useful the woman had started to pull out clothing. Of all things she had to ask him to turn away and he opened his mouth in protest and then closed it again. With a groan he turned his back to her. "Nah trouble ear meh?" Just because he couldn't quite trust the woman he would glance over his shoulder from time to time. Whatever this lady thought she would do he wasn't about to let her play a fast trick and fly off or something when he wasn't ready. There was potential for her to find another weapon and he didn't want that either.
Illya found his little woman to be highly abrasive. Her over enunciation of words and her exceedingly proud strut was enough to make him want to kill her. The only problem with killing the woman already was simply that he didn't know how to fix the machine or how to operate it with efficiency when it was finally repaired. Wandering behind her with a mostly helpless stance he just stared at the various objects that she pointed to. He understood they needed fixing, but again they were mostly words that he had no been familiar with in his use of the trader's language. There were only so many things that they could talk to others about in the common tongue and at times it was difficult to talk about anything besides trade. This was not trade and it was strictly based off of the ship and whatever it contained inside. The man had been in many ships, but he had not ever talked with anyone extensively on them or their operation.
Until now anyone that had dealt with his people had always ensured that they did not receive any training or technology that would allow for them to fly. Some rumored it was because the traders liked to keep them here to charge higher prices or that the traders were afraid that the Chippeqouti people would turn into pirates of sorts in the galaxy if they were given the chance to buy goods that would enable them to fly. It wasn't right that they were refused certain items and the traders that came here never brought anything that might enable them to do more than rove the land.
While the woman was occupied with her list he leaned against a wall and stared at the door that needed to have the seal repaired. That was one of the few things that made sense and he wasn't sure where he would get the material to replace the torn seal or if there was a special tool to repair it. Then she caught his attention with her announcement of needing the tools.
Letting out a long breath he nodded. "I ave tools. Yah use tose enstead?" Didn't seem that they would work since she needed hers because they were of a specialty. "Ugh!" Growling loudly he turned and started to march for the doorway. Peering over his shoulder at her he cursed under his breath and then felt the harsh reminder that the doorways on her ship were far shorter than those on the stone huts. Illya found himself staring at the ceiling and then her face as she looked down at him from above. "I get yah tools. We leave before tomorrow."
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Most of the afternoon had been spent with Illya helping the woman prepare the ship for repairs and now he sat up in his hut waiting for darkness to fall. In one hand he held a flashlight. It was a small one, and he hoped that she would be fast repairing the damage. Setting the flashlight aside he watched the snake as it began to slither past his doorway. Drawing the blade from his belt he darted outside suddenly and returned with a headless body of the animal. "Yah cook et." Tossing the carcass to the woman he nodded to her. "Den yah sleep."
Somehow it wasn't all that surprising to find out that she didn't know how to cook a decent snake dinner. Having a woman that obviously didn't know how to do anything, but fly was irritating. Angrily he chopped at the snake's body and threw it into a pan filled with bits of herbs and then shoved it over a small fire. "Nah yah cook da rest eh?"
Later that night Illya woke her. "Time." The two of them stole out of the hut and into the shadows. Illya held onto his flashlight and he whispered to her. "I find tools. Yah catch them an run." Sneaking into a nearby house he carefully turned the flashlight onto a low beam and began to rummage through the belongings and anything that looked like it was from her ship. Stealing from his own clan was going to be bad business and he needed them to be gone by morning. At the fourth hut he found something that looked like a tool and threw it out the window to her. There was no puff of sand, but he did hear a small clunk. Blinking a few times he wandered over to the window and shone the flashlight on her to reveal that she was holding her head. Was her night vision that bad?
Finally he found what appeared to be the toolbox and tiptoed out of the house. Carefully he handed it to her and walked with her to the ship. Shining the light on the toolbox looked at her. "Et all dere?"
Instead of finding something useful the woman had started to pull out clothing. Of all things she had to ask him to turn away and he opened his mouth in protest and then closed it again. With a groan he turned his back to her. "Nah trouble ear meh?" Just because he couldn't quite trust the woman he would glance over his shoulder from time to time. Whatever this lady thought she would do he wasn't about to let her play a fast trick and fly off or something when he wasn't ready. There was potential for her to find another weapon and he didn't want that either.
Illya found his little woman to be highly abrasive. Her over enunciation of words and her exceedingly proud strut was enough to make him want to kill her. The only problem with killing the woman already was simply that he didn't know how to fix the machine or how to operate it with efficiency when it was finally repaired. Wandering behind her with a mostly helpless stance he just stared at the various objects that she pointed to. He understood they needed fixing, but again they were mostly words that he had no been familiar with in his use of the trader's language. There were only so many things that they could talk to others about in the common tongue and at times it was difficult to talk about anything besides trade. This was not trade and it was strictly based off of the ship and whatever it contained inside. The man had been in many ships, but he had not ever talked with anyone extensively on them or their operation.
Until now anyone that had dealt with his people had always ensured that they did not receive any training or technology that would allow for them to fly. Some rumored it was because the traders liked to keep them here to charge higher prices or that the traders were afraid that the Chippeqouti people would turn into pirates of sorts in the galaxy if they were given the chance to buy goods that would enable them to fly. It wasn't right that they were refused certain items and the traders that came here never brought anything that might enable them to do more than rove the land.
While the woman was occupied with her list he leaned against a wall and stared at the door that needed to have the seal repaired. That was one of the few things that made sense and he wasn't sure where he would get the material to replace the torn seal or if there was a special tool to repair it. Then she caught his attention with her announcement of needing the tools.
Letting out a long breath he nodded. "I ave tools. Yah use tose enstead?" Didn't seem that they would work since she needed hers because they were of a specialty. "Ugh!" Growling loudly he turned and started to march for the doorway. Peering over his shoulder at her he cursed under his breath and then felt the harsh reminder that the doorways on her ship were far shorter than those on the stone huts. Illya found himself staring at the ceiling and then her face as she looked down at him from above. "I get yah tools. We leave before tomorrow."
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Most of the afternoon had been spent with Illya helping the woman prepare the ship for repairs and now he sat up in his hut waiting for darkness to fall. In one hand he held a flashlight. It was a small one, and he hoped that she would be fast repairing the damage. Setting the flashlight aside he watched the snake as it began to slither past his doorway. Drawing the blade from his belt he darted outside suddenly and returned with a headless body of the animal. "Yah cook et." Tossing the carcass to the woman he nodded to her. "Den yah sleep."
Somehow it wasn't all that surprising to find out that she didn't know how to cook a decent snake dinner. Having a woman that obviously didn't know how to do anything, but fly was irritating. Angrily he chopped at the snake's body and threw it into a pan filled with bits of herbs and then shoved it over a small fire. "Nah yah cook da rest eh?"
Later that night Illya woke her. "Time." The two of them stole out of the hut and into the shadows. Illya held onto his flashlight and he whispered to her. "I find tools. Yah catch them an run." Sneaking into a nearby house he carefully turned the flashlight onto a low beam and began to rummage through the belongings and anything that looked like it was from her ship. Stealing from his own clan was going to be bad business and he needed them to be gone by morning. At the fourth hut he found something that looked like a tool and threw it out the window to her. There was no puff of sand, but he did hear a small clunk. Blinking a few times he wandered over to the window and shone the flashlight on her to reveal that she was holding her head. Was her night vision that bad?
Finally he found what appeared to be the toolbox and tiptoed out of the house. Carefully he handed it to her and walked with her to the ship. Shining the light on the toolbox looked at her. "Et all dere?"