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March 26 - March 26, 2020
“Shit,” Ski said under his breath. “Cornpone, next time I get a stupid-ass idea like this, don’t enable me.”
“It was delightful, thank you,” Perkins winked back. “I highly recommend the experience, to anyone who enjoys frostbite, soul-crushing depression and boredom.”
“Oh,” Nert was puzzled. “I understood the human term ‘knocking boots’ to be a reference to mating rituals. That did confuse me; I do not see why boots would be involved. I thought human genitals were located,” he pointed to his crotch, “rather than on your feet.” “Yes!” Jesse cut him off, mortified at the turn the conversation had taken. “Ah,” Nert nodded. “Boots, then, are an aid in pleasurable copulation?” He asked, his face displaying complete innocence.
“Perhaps the human male mates with the boot, rather than with the female?” Nert pointed to Jesse. “Although, your boots are large, I did not think you were so well endow-”
Maybe Joe actually did something useful up there. Maybe it wasn’t just a signature Bishop grand gesture.” “Joe would do that?” Shauna asked. Although she had spent private time with Joe Bishop, she was realizing she didn’t really know him like his former fireteam mates did. “Oh yeah, Shauna,” Dave assured her. “Joe is all about the grand gesture.” “Especially if it’s stupid,” Jesse agreed. “Really?” Shauna considered that she hadn’t ever known Joe at all, not really. “Like using an ice cream truck against a Ruhar assault team?” Dave mentioned. “Hey, for Bish, that was a smart idea,” Jesse
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oh Joey
“Your word is ‘outstanding’, I think is the correct translation?” He switched the translator back on. “The flight instructor told me he believes your success is due to the fact that you have been trained to fly your own primitive human aircraft, which is more difficult than flying a Ruhar aircraft. That makes up for your slow reflexes and general lack of coordination and fine muscle skills.”
Being primitive has it's upsides
What to say about the Jeraptha? That most species thought of them as insects, even though the Jeraptha had long ago lost their exoskeletons and now had a greenish, leathery outer skin? Four legs, two arms, and antennas the Jeraptha sometimes used as an extra set of fingers?
“Wait,” blue armband struggled to say, he was laughing so hard, “wait until the admiral discovers the itching powder in his uniform fatigues. Another oldie but goodie! I tell you, when messing with a low-tech species, simple tricks are the best.”
Jeraptha are the best xD
this ship has tempted fate far too many times already. At this point, the suspense of not knowing when we will die is killing me. Better to get it over with, eh?”
The Glory should be everyone's spirit animal
Irene flipped a middle finger toward the windscreen, at the lead ship. “Lieutenant Striebich, you feel strong romantic affection for the lead pilot?” Nert expressed surprise from the jump seat behind Irene. “What? For that jerk?” She turned in her seat to glance at their liaison officer. “No!” “But,” Nert sputtered, confused. “You made a gesture to initiate mating?” “I did n-” Nert continued. “Is not your middle finger a human gesture meaning ‘fuck you’?” “Oh God,” Derek broke into laughter, as Irene’s face grew beet red. “He is right, Irene. You’re sweet on your Kiwi boy up there?”
“Hey, Shauna,” Dave said with a cough, pounding his chest to get the seawater out. “Let’s overload the powercells, you said. That was a great idea.” “Did you have to blow up the entire freakin’ island?” Derek complained with a grin. “Yeah, sorry about that,”
“Emily, could you perhaps try to ensure that your team’s future activities are not so,” she searched for the correct English word, “eventful?”
xD
