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The volatus sat, as much as any volatus could really be said to sit, keen milky eyes flickering across the display. Volati love information, and whereas other races bore easily with numbers and data, a volatus's near perfect photographic memory does not tire so easily, it is for this reason they make invaluable technicians.
System 1: nominal
System 2: nominal
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System 43: nomi... wait, that wasn't right. This could be a problem.
The volatus turned to the prone human on the other side of the cramped cabin. Humans were one of the wierd races that become incapacitated for nearly half of every cycle. Something to do with regenerating their specialized biology.
Deathworlders....
Ziet hated to wake this human, awoken humans were not particular pleasant, as a rule.
However, 43 wouldn't wait.
"adam"
"adam"
The human stired. For a moment Ziet though the human wasn't going to wake, but suddenly its eyes popped open, and focused on the her. The corners of the humans mouth stretched apart revealing a dozen sharp teeth, teeth Ziet knew would be crawling with nasty bacteria.
The volatus froze. The eyes, simultaneously showing far to much white, telling her intuition this human was terrified, and the eyes, focused on her, giving the impression this human was threatening, and not afraid at all, a rather confusing message. Than the human blinked once, and suddenly closed its mouth and averted its gaze, no doubt remembering what it's behavior meant to other races.
Right, those were signs of friendliness in humans. On what planet were those signs of friendliness?
Ugh those eyes!
Ziet didn't like human eyes.