The King Is Back, Long Live The King

[whyarewehere]

Grif was back, and he was back with a vengeance.

Or at least, he was lounging on the Obs Deck. It was kind of difficult to pick up the vengeance with which he was doing this, but he was almost making a point out of it.

Grif was on a couch, chilling, and any ceiling voices that had a problem with that could go...

go...

go do something that was insulting to ceiling voice computers with psychological problems, anyway.

Congrats, crew, one (or the only) of your (least?) favorite pieces of orange-armored furniture has returned from the test chambers. Rejoice! (Or not.)

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[ternaui.livejournal.com]

The Chancellor was taking a brief respite from his work to come look at the tars.

Odd armor, that. A bit bulky. But to all their own. "Good afternoon," said the rich English voice as the Chancellor's actual lips failed to move, as usual, thanks to the transmitter secured on his person.

[whyarewehere]

Grif squinted at the lizard man from behind his visor. What a weirdo, he looked kinda like a draconian but the shape of the head wasn't right.

He was busy trying to figure that out when the Chancellor interrupted his thoughts. Except... was it this guy talking? His mouth hadn't moved...

"You talking to me?"

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Pause. "I use a transmitter. My people have no vocal chords."

[whyarewehere]

Grif was quiet for a second, thinking about that.

"That sucks," he replied.

The man was the very image of tact and social grace.

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

Seriously. Were he at home, the Chancellor would recommend this guy to the Emperor for the diplomatic corps immediately. "It has its inconveniences, but we manage. It took us 50 years to manage to communicate with humans, but we did."

[whyarewehere]

"That sounds messy," he said. "We got some aliens back home that can only make two different sounds. I don't think anybody's figured out how to communicate with them yet, though this one person built a bomb that could translate for them once. The guy was a huge dick though."

This was all pretty much par of the course, for Grif's universe. Alien-translating bombs were just another thing that sort of showed up and then faded out of his life.

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"...When choosing mechanism to program as a translator, this person chose a bomb?" The Chancellor raises an eye-ridge. "And an antisocial bomb at that? Was this an intentional assassination attempt?"

[whyarewehere]

"No, we were just kind of really short on parts." Grif shrugged in a hey-man-what-can-ya-do sort of motion.

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Ah. And where would this be?"

[whyarewehere]

"Blood Gulch," Grif replied casually. "Not a problem anymore. I am never going back there."