shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

-salute- And diz iz why I´m glad you´re de Captain. You sacrifice is appreciated.

 

-abandons the cream to sniff @Nichrome of Iacon -

 

*laughs* It's not like I'm the only captain. And I'm really probably the worst of us three when it comes to being diplomatic and charming and likeable.

 

You are... very small.
*holds out a finger for the Mi to sniff*
Do you have a means of communicating? I believe Congessi knows GalCom, but... oh wait. Right I forgot, frag.

 

...forgot what?

 

At least you follow proper military etiquette Captain. @Life Support of Iacon is a great medic but I still don´t know how to address him.

 

-sniffs the finger and purrs-
Mi? I can talk mi. What´s a GalCom?
-the mi pounces on the finger to investigate further.-

 

Ah, hello, non organic life forms! I don't get to meet many. Biologicals mostly.

 

It was explained to me at some point that this liminal space automatically translates all statements so as to facilitate communication. Therefore having a common language and/or a translator is not quite as pressing as it would have usually been.

CMO or Captain, or Co-Captain, depending on preference, function quite well. Otherwise his name is perfectly usable in a pinch. But I understand your problems it is all... a bit of a mess.

It's a language. Galactic Common. But as I mentioned, the space seems to translate for us. Are you a representative of your kind or a scout?

 

GalCom: shortform "Galactic Common," general language and tradetalk used within Galactic Council territory. Useful.

...Appropriate greeting gesture? Unsure of protocol.

 

Organics are certainly common around here.

 

Ah. Quite.

...Common language would be the more important of the two to be honest, I've picked up a good few trade languages but that doesn't mean I can pick up new ones in a matter of minutes like some mechs seem to.

 

Mi is a mi. -runs up arm while some other mis cluster around- What are you?

Mi. -purrs thanks-

 

I am a Transformer, a Cybertronian to be precise. And you?

 

As in please explain which planet you hail from, excuse me I must still be foggy from recharge.

 

Thank you Sir. -she makes a face at the second part of his suggestions- Sir, with all do respect I can´t call my superior officer by name on duty! It´s just not right.

Hallo!

 

Mi? -there is a conference of sorts among the mis- What´s a planet?

 

I understand. In tense situations it is, however, better to just bite the bullet, than to freeze up. I have had to learn this the hard way.

A big ball of rock hurtling through space.
It seems like there is also several different conflicting sets of rules to determine what constitutes one in specific.

 

Can´t say I ever seen a´ officer any´ere near when de scrap hits de fan Sir. -realizes what she´s said and look mortified-



Sorry Sir.

 

-the Mis consider this- Why would we be from a rock mi?