Time Falls Away"I lost track of time." Caravi said, his back to the rest of the room as he tinkered with the latest tool that he had been working on. The others were content enough with that answer, but Zimot snorted. "You, Caravi? Lose track of time? You've said before that that's not possible for you."The others paused, turning their attention to what seemed very likely to turn into a verbal sparring match.Though imperceptible to the others, Zimot saw Caravi's shoulders tense, his body on edge. Instinctively, he knew that the older creature's expression had tightened and his eyebrows had puckered as they always did when he was forced to think fast in order to cover over one thing or another."It's a matter of perception." Caravi said after a moment, neatly setting aside his many oddly shaped tools before directing his focus on them. "I might not loose track of time as you think of it, but I thought the phrase worked well enough to explain it to you who have no real understa
Life So Dishonest"Just keep breathing, Thristal." Caravi said distractedly, "and whatever you do, try not to get anymore of it on yourself," he added in tired exasperation.Despite the feeling that his body felt like a conduit for a thousand bolts of raw energy, Thristal rolled his eyes before whispering, "I really wasn't planning on it."Caravi barely turned from his work in order to send Thristal a stern glare. "Hush!" he said as he flipped an entire bank of switches, barely flinching as electricity shot through the wires that he held pinched together. " The less you breath in at this point, the better. Once this is reconnected and actually working again, I'm getting you back to the ship to get your lungs and skin cleaned up."Three hours later found Thristal back to his usual- if slightly bemused- self. "IF you ever wanted proof that life is either unfair or dishonest, just think of Wathonan," he told Zimot while fingering a freshly healed bu
Already Blew ItAlready Blew It"Best you let him be, Zimot." Gravor said gruffly in the heavy silence that lingered after Caravi's shouting ended. "You've already blown it."Zimot sent him a frazzled glare as he sank into a nearby chair. "You don't think I haven't figured that out already?" he growled.Gravor didn't reply, choosing to instead readjust a panel of controls."I just don't get it." Zimot said finally. "What did I say to set him off so badly?""I think," Thristal said quietly from across the room where he sat nursing a cup of now-cold tea with his good hand, "That somehow, you insulted him." At Zimot's blank expression, he hastened to explain. "Now, I'm nto saying that I understood everything that you two were discussing, but he seemed to be getting tense when you were working on that last translation.""Which means I must have used the wrong tense.... oh heavens, I really screwed up." Zimot continued, dropping his head into his hands. "No wonder he's upset."
Dynamite"The problem with diffusing bombs that are meant to destroy entire planets," Caravi explained, "is that they tend to be extremely bright when diffused."Most of the day since his unexpectedly early return had already passed, and still Caravi barely argued against remaining in bed."So, it blinded you?""Something closer to the lines of burning." Caravi clarified as he gingerly felt his way into a seated position, eyelids still closed against the light. "We- my people, that is- have a third aspect, another layer of specialized lenses that help us to adapt better to the various light spectrum- we see more of it then you can. Accordingly, we need more natural protection."
Barely BreatheBarely Breathe: TwitchCaravi stared in horror at the body at his feet, barely breathing. It wasn't supposed to have ended this way. The point was that they would have no more death, no more pain. The team was supposed to come out of this alive, as a whole.Why? The question echoed through his mind, and judging by the expressions on the others' faces, through their minds as well. The moment hung, suspended in time between heartbeats. All had gone according to plan, everything falling in to place for the first time in months. Then, when it came down to the final minutes, things fell apart, like dominoes tumbling in an ever tightening spiral of disaster. Caravi blinked, forcing himself to move."What are you doing??" Zimot demanded sharply, fear evident in his sharp tone.Caravi didn't waste the time with an explanation for an action that he knew had only a fractional chance of working. Instead, he knelt, staring deeply into the figure's own staring eyes, willing himself to find what he
The Dirt is TemporaryBy the time the rest of the team- his rescue mission- arrived at the seemingly innocent hotel room, Caravi was already deep in a comatose state. It was his last resort at keeping his alien captors out of his mind, and their figurative hands off of the knowledge housed within it. They had already tried, not once, but twice, but to little avail. They had not succeeded, but only just. Instinctively, both they and Caravi knew that the third time would be the winner. Zimot gasped as they forced the door open and first laid eyes on Caravi's deathly still form, his barely rising chest as he took a breath only once every few seconds. His captors, they had already taken care of in the adjoining room- foiled by the backfire of their own technology. "Caravi?" Zimot asked, hurrying over to release the many restrains that physically kept Caravi prisoner. "Talk to me... Caravi?"A hushed silence followed as they anxiously waited for any kind of a response, wondering just how b
Let It SlideLet it Slide."You have to let it slide over your hand," Caravi said to a very much disgusted Gravor. "Try and let your hand relax, it'll help."Gravor sent Caravi a frustrated grimace. "Easier said then done when you've got something that feels like chocolate pudding with noodles oozing over your hands like it has a brain of it's own. In case you weren't certain, that's not a normal feeling where I come from."Caravi's eyebrow twitched, the only sign of his amusement. "Might as well get used to it. It's the best way to heal a broken hand."Gravor sighed, realizing that there was no way he would win that argument. The pain was all but gone, leaving only the slightest trace behind in wake of the crushed bones."How exactly did you manage to do this to yourself, again?" Caravi asked, sitting back and watching as the advanced technology gel worked it's wonders. "I mean, you really have to work at it to do damage of that caliber while on the ship. It's built in...""N