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07.08.2012 , 10:14 AM |
, entry 2! Introducing (new to this thread) Nalenne, Sith Warrior and star of considerable writing elsewhere on these forums. 450 words, no spoilers.
This story is set shortly after Broonmark’s recruitment.
When Nalenne got onto the ship, Vette greeted her at a sprint. “It’s Broonmark, in the mess. You gotta come knock him out or something.”
“Ordinarily I wouldn’t interrupt a murder attempt on the captain, but Broonmark doesn’t seem likely to – “
Nalenne was already past her, running.
When she got to the mess door, Broonmark had one huge hand wrapped around Quinn’s throat and was lifting the officer off the ground while roaring in his face. The Talz waved one arm in the direction of the dish-littered kitchen sink as he held forth in a loud tortured gurgle. As Nalenne came to a halt, Broonmark threw the captain away, slamming him into the far wall.
When Quinn recovered he had his blaster out. “Hold,” ordered Nalenne, and Force pushed Broonmark against the counter. “Explain.”
“He’s a murderous animal,” said the captain.
“Wggglorpbop,” said Broonmark.
“Hey, I thought you were going to be my loyal and bad***-looking servant,” Nalenne told the Talz. “What gives?”
Broonmark shuffled aside and indicated the sink. A neat stack of dirty plates and bowls occupied the left half. Another bowl and a cup were on the right. Broonmark pointed at those two with one scythelike claw. “Wogglipprbl.”
“I don’t get it. He shouldn’t use those dishes?”
“Blop.” He didn’t seem satisfied.
“Um…he shouldn’t leave those specific dishes in the sink?”
“He shouldn’t touch dishes at all?”
“I don’t understand what you want!”
“Rrgt.” Broonmark took the bowl from the right side of the sink. He presented it for Nalenne’s examination, then set it on the neat stack on the left side. “Gglorp.”
“Um,” said Nalenne.
Broonmark set the cup on top of the stack, then moved the faucet head to the now-empty right side and started running water. “Aggbp.” He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and placed it under, waving it around to demonstrate the free space before filling it up. “Rrgbp. Woggglort bblibbbl.”
“Um,” said Nalenne. “Leaving that half of the space free means you can, uh, fill stuff up and whatever, and then you can handle the dirty dishes at your leisure, and you clearly feel very strongly that this is a superior system to the one we had in place before you came along?”
“And you had to try to murder my XO to get this point across?”
Broonmark turned his head toward Quinn. “Hgzzzzt.”
“You had to try to murder my XO just because?”
Broonmark nodded decisively. “Blip.”
“Can we kill him now, my lord?” said Quinn.
“No. No, I think he has a point, behind all the crazed aggression. We can go with this system.” She looked back to Broonmark. “But, we won’t be opening future conversations by murdering my crew. You’re teaching me Talz.”
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