eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house.

Normally, she'd be heading towards the library, but it's far too nice a day for that. She does have a book under her arm, but she's heading for the bridge, clearly ready to get some fresh air.

In spite of the recent rash of disappearances, and violence, she's determined to enjoy the weather while it lasts. She may even be humming to herself.]

Comments

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

If I remember my history correctly, astronomers were recording sounds in space by the late twentieth century? You won't know unless you look for it.

[psychebubble]

Assuming we can get out of this place.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[psychebubble]

It's a bit of a moot point now.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Then again, maybe not.

[psychebubble]

Ah, so I should ask the Malnosso for space-observing equipment.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Uhura actually thinks about this for a moment.]

Well, the worst they could do is say no, I suppose...

[She might not be thinking about exactly the same thing Paru is...]

[psychebubble]

... They're borderline-omniscient kidnapping assholes, there is a lot worse they could do.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Not when we ask for things...

[Still thinking, she pulls a pen out of some hidden uniform pocket and scribbles a note in the margin of her book.]

[psychebubble]

They could get mad at us for contacting them so much, and decide to let us 'observe' the star by throwing us at it.