[sb118-khitomer] MSNPC Nameless Velithare Male (VM) - A Place Of Cleansing
BC Cooper
((A Corridor, Inside the Thorax, Jorogumo))
VM: I know not of this video you speak of or of this King-log. I am here because I asked a question. No Velithari male is ever permitted a question. It is unheard of for such a thing. Why are you here? How is a male such as yourself here on the Jorogumo alone without an escort?
Matthews: Like I said, went to use the washroom, got lost.
Washroom? VM had no reason to question the Alien. If he said as much, surely it would be true? True as his own fate. It wasn’t like he had a habit of questioning everything or everyone. It was just a question, not a series of them. But he has no reason to trust an alien male either. What if it had a contagion?
VM: If what you say is true, then surely it must.
Matthews: Well I guess I’ll be -
Graves: ~/\~ Ensign M-Matthews? Th~~ ~~ Ensign G-Graves. Do y~~ co~y? ~/\~
The alien male jumped. Then the alien shook its head.
Who was this G-Graves? Was it another alien? A male perhaps with a name? Strangely these aliens were given names. Why would the female aliens allow such a thing? It was not his place to question the alien. But the alien should know the rules.
VM: ::bowing:: It is not permitted to speak outside of communications without permission. You endanger yourself.
Matthews: ~/\~ Mathews here, it’s ~~~~ you Graves. Well sort of hear you. ~/\~
Graves: ~/\~ It is a b-boon ~o he~r you are s-st~ll in one p-piece. Th~y allowed y-you to ret~~n your helm- ::pause:: -et? I h-hear s-someone e~se th-there. ~re you n-not alo~e? ~/\~
Matthews: ~/\~ Met a guy who's about to get ~~~~ and ~~~~. And yeah ~~~~~ allowed to keep ~~~~~~. ~/\~
The broken communications between the two indicated to VM at least, the aliens had poor technological. It meant they were using their own. Not the Velithari’s technological equivalent. VM was unaware there was an alien vessel within viewing range. Where was this alien male? Did he too get lost on the Jorogumo?
Matthews: ::Turning to VM :: VM . . . first, we’re making up a new name for you later. Second. How do I get back to the shuttle bay from here? I don’t want to take a wrong turn and end up in the mess hall. . . someone might try and eat me.
VM: Response
Matthews: ~/\~ Get ~~ Graves? Heading there ~~~~. Call ~~~~. ~/\~
Graves: ~/\~ Response ~/\~
Pausing for a moment. Richard turned to stare at the man that had been waiting in the dark room for his final hurrah. Should he? No, no he really shouldn’t. He should not do anything. He should smile and wave and run. He should get going while the going was good. He should.
Matthews: So, hypothetically, if you didn’t want to get knocked up and have a little monster burst out of you. Wanna tag along with me? Maybe back to my ship? We can call it an innerspaces exchange program.
Knocked up? Little Monsters? Innerspaces? He knew not those words or their meaning.
There was one thing he understood. Back to his ship. He had heard that word before. Ship. He knew only of the Jorogumo, the very vessel they stood inside. Perhaps this Graves was on this other… ship?
VM: Your words are alien to me, just as you.
Matthews: Yeah, probably a stupid question. :: He turned and made for the door, pausing as it slid open :: Just a thought though.
He could not just leave. It was not permitted.
VM: Ship? ::shakes head:: I can not leave the Jorogumo.
Matthews: Response
VM: ::bowing:: I know not the location of the shuttlebay. It is not permitted.
Matthews: Response
VM: What is permitted you ask? You mentioned getting lost looking for a washroom. A place of cleansing? ::bowing:: I know of such a place. It is permitted. If I show you, will you return to this place?
Matthews: Response
VM: I am male. It is my place to give, not question. It is why I am here. Why I must return ::looks down the corridor:: It is this way.
((Brief Timeskip. A Place Of Cleansing. Inside the Thorax, Jorogumo))
The corridors twisted and turned about. An intersection here and another there. Along the way the alien male saw a number of shadows along the walls, around corners or at intersections. Perhaps they were other crew members just out of view. Perhaps not. Either way they were alone in their walk. They arrived at a doorless end of one corridor.
VM: This is the place you speak. Inside is the cleansing
The door opened and the male was surprised to find, there wasn’t a sink, bathtub or other way to clean oneself up or other sort of restroom. Instead a series of large organic containers filled the room with an unpleasant odor. The closest the male could use to describe it was a sewage treatment facility.
Matthews: Response
VM: Is it not what you expected? This is where the organic matter is processed and regurgitated for our use.
Matthews: Response
Tags / TBC…
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MSNPC Nameless Velithare Male (VM)
As simmed by
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Lieutenant (JG) Ezra Zerva
Security Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
A240101EZ2