Thread: First Contact (Atroxa & YoungRoyalty)

The Turian began to stir as his training began to conflict with his shocked state. Forcing his body to push itself, the more clarity he found also brought pain. A groan attempted to force itself out. Camrun pushed his weakness away as best he could, but he was still young. Malnourished, no sleep and continued patch ups were taking its toll. Slowly he rose to a knee, trying to gain his bearings until his eyes found the human. A ferocity suddenly returned and his groan became a growl. There was such a strange mix of anger towards himself and these humans. Camrun should have just let her die...but he knew he was lying to himself saying he had the grit to kill her. She did not deserve death yet, fate had let her slip through it would seem. The Turian thought himself ready for any engagement, but this was a little tricky and not his department. As he stared for a moment he then realize the sound of the aircraft was fading away. No more missiles and no more gun fire, before anything else he had a job to do. SITREP! Hulrus still surprised by the result of his doing cleared his voice and spoke up. The new meat is unconscious, but he'll be fine. Varnez is coming my way he took a hard fall. We need to move soon Sergeant, were in no shape for a fire fight. The Turian was glad to hear that his squad made it. Zulk squad lives to tell the tale. Copy, detaining prisoner, hold your position be ready to move in ten minutes. Did she send it away? Why would she do that? It was the the sound thing tactically, but he still understood the shame in giving up. The way her eyes burned she was meant to go down swinging. He'd seen that look enough times in his life to recognize it. Something he imagined many a time for himself. There was a slight pause as Hulrus realized that the human was still alive. He did not question Camrun, they had gotten this far together and it meant something to Hulrus. Copy that Sergeant. If it hadn't been sent away one of his men may have ended up dead. It rubbed him the wrong way but he was grateful. Camrun was still breathing heavy, mostly in anger from the searing pain of his arms and legs being burned. He raised his right arm and a flicker of energy brought the circular holographic display. He then looked to her then back to his device...it became apparent of his frustration. His finger began to type along the holographic patterns appearing in characters Artemis would likely not understand. Camrun had been surpised before that is for sure. Damn...stupid...blown up by missles... The sounds his vocal chords were like metallic chirps vibrating rapidly through slowling air. Half of the frequencies her ears would not be able to ever hear without assistance. Then with struggle he forced himself to say. Huu...man A one sided conversation as he began talk faster with fervor like he was in an argument. The literal translation was not so elegant as his omni tool spoke in Turian. Sorry please choose the language you wish to translate. Camrun once again tried to say the word. It chirped back at him and his he then yelled at his tool. Human...is that right? This went on for another thirty seconds as one of his eyes twitched ready to just grab her and drag her. Luckily he finally figured it out as the device began making a variety of sounds. Skje...MOI...TEV...test...test...test. From strange alien voices to now resembling a robotic human male. Camrun spoke deliberately to the device trying to think of the simplest phrases. Knowing how newborn their understanding of human language was, he failed to realize what ground he was breaking by doing this. You understand? The robotic voice found the means to communicate. Camrun looked her in the eyes as he spoke deliberately, perhaps too exaggerated. Understand me you can? As he spoke the plating on mandibles twitched and his eyes stared with intensity. Understand...you want to live...don't be foolish....understand? The words he truly spoke were a bit more cryptic, probably best he she didn't hear that. Hurt? Hurt? As the translator helped him he could not help but began but to try to understand the human anatomy. No protective coverings on the skin. No spines, the finger nails didn't look like they could do much harm. That hair, he couldn't understand why it kept gaining his attention. The only time he saw hair was on animals. Truly it was the most unique aspect of this race. The Turian peered at her inquisitively and took a deep breath. This followed with quick breaths through his nose. He smelled blood and followed the scent to catch a glimpse of the wound on his back. Ahh Vrek! Without missing a beat the program attempted to translate speaking in Turian Unknown matching translation, please try again. To which Camrun without thinking he spoke back, spinning his head towards the omni tool Shut up! The device found a crude human equivalent. Eyes up sky, quiet! The inflections of in the words in no way matched. Camrun then shook his head to that last part then tapped the pause on the program.