Lt. Toxin Arlill - On the House
Toxin Arlill
(( Outside the Shuttle Port, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))
T’larn: I should have worn bigger heels, it would seem that everyone here is tall. Ah!
Toxin felt like he was underdressed looking at his colleagues. But then again, he wanted to represent Starfleet and this wasn’t a social call.
Arlill: Not extremely practical I would think.
Stendhal: I guess we find the man...
T’Larn: You appear to be correct Lieutenant
A man appeared before them, he was tall in nature, but as was everyone on this ring.
Arlill: Greetings
Toxin noticed the man didn’t speak much but rather indicated towards a alleyway and insinuated that they follow along.
Es’th’o was fascinated by the differences between these beings, one being blue, one with pointy ears, and the other pale in appearance.
Stendhal: Are we really suppose to be here?
T’larn: Ah, non-verbal communication. ::To Stendhal:: Of course, we are meant to be here.
Arlill: Where are we?
And the man finally spoke.
St'Amin: L'a'i'th'n'a'r'i'th. ::gestures around:: K'a's'u'th'i'r'a'n'a
Toxin looked towards T’larn, she was here for exactly this. oO Ok translator, let’s just see how good you are. Oo
T’larn: My name is T’larn; to my left is Lt. Arlill, and here is Lt. Stendhal. I understand if you do not wish to communicate verbally. I am more than willing to accommodate non-verbal communication.
Es'th'o St'Amin hadn't meant to remain so quiet, but he couldn't understand these people, and that was frustrating.
Es’th’o gestured to himself, extending both hands outward, bringing them together, and then moving them to his chest. oO I hope they get this. Oo
St'Amin: E's't'h'o S't'a'm'i'n ::gestures to himself:: L'a'i't'h'n'a'r'i't'h
Toxin couldn't help but notice that the man's language emphasized each character distinctly. His limited linguistic training left him unable to even begin translating this unique speech pattern. This was a completely new syntax. He could only imagine what their written language was like, with their verbal language being so unique.
Arlill: We ::gesturing around the group:: are here to come together with your people ::putting his hands together::
Es’th’o contorted his face attempting to understand the blue being. Pulling out his personal translator it was only at showing “21% comprehension, not enough for verbal communication”.
Toxin was frustrated, before they’d left he’d requested any information from their other Gamma allies on the I-Kiyo people but none were willing to share, either out of lack of information or a means of keeping the Federation limited.
St’Amin: My L'a'i't'h'n (beat) am Es’th’o. ::gesturing again to himself::
He was really trying his hardest to understand them.
Stendhal: Response
Es’th’o was becoming frustrated and trying to move on past the linguistics, he pulled up his agenda on his tablet and showed it to the pointy eared one, assuming it was in charge.
T’larn: Lt Arlill does have the details. ::to Toxin:: It seems as if our friend would like to see the itinerary.
Arlill: Either that or they’re showing us a shopping list. T’larn are you able to get any of this translated?
Toxin took a chance and pulled out the list of items they were interested in and passed it over to the Es’th’o.
Stendhal: Response
St'Amin: ****K'a's'u't'h'i'r l'i's't n'a'r'i't'h? ((ooc: Translated: “What is this list?”)
Es’th’o was confused by the list being provided from the blue one that he thinks his last name is Lieutenant. He began scrolling through the list and was puzzled by the lack of sun cycles ((ooc: hours/time)), oO why is this being showing me a list of items. I didn’t think we were at that point yet. Oo
T’larn: ::quietly:: I trust you remembered everything
Arlill: I think so (beat) I thought I did.
St'Amin: K'a's'u't'h'i'r confused, a'h'i's n'u't p’uit’h’o.
Toxin wondered if Es’th’o was interested in something other than the inventory they were interested in. Maybe they needed to take another approach.
Arlill: ::gesturing drinking from a glass:: drinks? ::waving his hand towards the rest of the group::
Toxin thought maybe a common ground like drinks might help smooth things over.
T’larn/Stendhal: Response
Es’th’o understood that gesture 100% and looked up towards the server gesturing with four fingers. The server returned quickly with four glasses with deep brown liquid within them. Es’th’o took the first and held it up to the others before downing the entire glass.
St’Amin: U’d’e’i’t’h ((ooc: Drink))
T’larn/Stendhal: Response
((ooc: I didn’t progress too far as we catch up))
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4LT