[h1][center]Masha[/center][/h1]

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"Well..."[/color] Masha said, somewhat dejected. [color=0072bc]"What went through my mind was them shooting the hostages as soon as we made bold to do anything more than talking ship-to-ship. I suppose I can play the part you intended, as a distraction, if they are ready to have us on their ship, which is exactly what I assumed they would avoid. You are the boss, boss."[/color] But partnering up with Mr Rolands? She took a glance at the second-in-command and suddenly felt judged even though he paid no attention to her at all. She would have given anything to flip through the pages he carried, just to see the reports he had written. Somehow she imagined him putting strikes next to their names, having eyes and ears all over the ship, being everywhere and knowing everything that went on at any time. 

The holowatch on her wrist vibrated. The downloading was already over and the data was all ready and waiting for her, updating in the background in real time as new words, expressions, idioms etc. were coming to being. The galaxy is large, languages spread interspecies, new dialects were born constantly, new scripts, all influenced by the diversity of the speakers (or writers, in case of those races incapable of vocalising) that counted billions upon billions. It was confusing, complicated, impossible to follow, thrilling. Masha hoped the meeting would soon end. She had a lot to do if she was to make a contribution. [color=39b54a][i]I better stop by the medical quarters to get something to keep me awake tonight. Some pills or whatever they have. And better take a nap in the afternoon as well, to recharge my batteries. I think I'll skip the workout. I am not in the mood anymore. I am heading straight for breakfast. Hopefully they have peach-flavoured tubes today, the new shipping arrived yesterday.[/i][/color]