meowcats734
Selected Fri, Apr 07, 2023
**"The quiet times 'twixt battles are the hardest yet to bear,"** Franco's translator murmured. Their hexapodal form and shaggy fur were usually quite alien, but when she sat with her paws tucked under her, she almost looked like my old tuxedo cat Damnthing did in the rare moments when he sat still.
"First time on the warfront, miss?" I asked. I was fairly certain concepts like gender didn't translate at all to Franco's species; when I'd asked, they'd simply said to default to whatever linguistic customs my culture felt most comfortable with, and I'd never really bothered to pin a specific sex on them.
"And if fortune be my servitor, my last rotation too," Franco replied. I wasn't sure why the translator defaulted to Shakespearean English whenever it had to work with Heirian speech—evidently, it was the closest cultural analogue to how Franco's speech came across to their culture. She must have taken my contemplation for something else, because they hurriedly continued, "Lest you name in haste my cowardice, hold fast your judgement's gaze—"
"I'm not calling you a coward, Franco." That wasn't their name either, of course, but it was the randomly-generated name she'd chosen upon customizing her translator. "It's terrifying, running dark between jumps." I gestured around at the dim, soft lighting of the near-empty mess room. Not dimmed out of necessity—we could run the lights so bright that they seared our flesh off and not give off a noticeable energy signature, thanks to our adaptive plating—but out of a psychological reminder to the biological crew: these were the quiet hours, the night. It would do best to hush. "If we get hit by another supramath paradox and the AIs break down, it's up to us to make sure this ship gets home safely."
"'Tis a burden best not thought about, lest worry snap our spines," Franco agreed.
I hesitated, then reached out. Franco tilted their head inquisitively, then blinked slitted eyes as I scritched her behind the ears.
"...dare I ask your custom's provenance? Or is it best unsaid?"
I laughed. "You... you just looked like you needed a headpat. It's a human thing."
Franco considered me, her eyes closing slightly.
Then the little lump of fur settled down, closing their eyelids, translator humming, as the two of us sailed onwards through the vast and fearful dark.
A.N.
This one's not connected to any of my serials, just a one-off. If you'd like to see other stuff by me, check out r/bubblewriters, or my ongoing story [Soulmage](https://www.reddit.com/r/bubblewriters/comments/uxmwe4/soulmage_masterpost/)!
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Submitted by meowcats734 on Tue, Apr 04, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/
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"Commander, why are you petting me?" "Sorry, your species resemble earth creatures called cats, its a force of habit" "well... don't stop"
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