Neil was surprised to say the least when Junebug accepted his plan. Back when he was fighting the Valk war for the Ordo Sanctus on Fortus, he was usually seen as the guy who made stuff up on the fly if he ever made any plans at all. The Ordo Sanctus quickly learned this crack pilot was better to be unleashed on the enemy rather than controlled, or at the least used as a convenient distraction as they attempted to enact their own plans. 

"[i]Birds[/i]?" Zalli asked in confusion as Neil lead her from the room. He escorted her through the main corridor, past the engineering bay. His hand on the small of her back until he gave her a demonstration. "Yeah, birds. Like..." He placed the bottom of his two palms together and flapped his fingers to simulate a bird gliding around. He saw the realization dawn on her, and she nodded before Zalli asked the next question. 

"Love?" 

"O-ohkay. Let's talk about that some other time." He said hurriedly, pulling her forward. She gave a squeal of surprise that turned him on instantly, but he shoved those notions aside. Junebug would utterly kill him if he spent this entire time having fun instead of preparing. Plus he had almost as big of an urge piloting the [i]Highlander[/i] again. Reluctantly, there'd be plenty of time to 'doing it like they do on the discovery channel' (an old terran saying) once they were in space.

"I have never had to be this restrained around someone who wanted to sleep with me." He muttured, and escorted her into his comfortably large (relatively) chambers, pulling up a chair for her to sit on. She tilted her head, and he said "sit." She nodded and did so, showing she at least understood that word. He pulled up a chair too and sat across from her. Even in the jumpsuit she had a voluptuous figure, her hips and thighs even more pronounced as she crossed her legs. 

"Ok so-" he began, taking on the deeper voice of a teacher. "Do you...understand me right now?" 

"I..." she began, squinting. He continued, pointing at her when he said 'you' as he repeated the statement, then he pointed at himself when he said 'me.' Her lips parted, and she nodded her head enthusiastically. "Oh good." He said. "Ok so, can 'you' say 'obey' in your language?" 

"O...bay?" 

"Yes." 

"I...like this word. Obay" she said slowly, and Neil had the distinct impression she did not know what it meant, and it only felt aesthetically pleasing to the tongue. He could understand. When others weren't around he'd repeat a word he liked saying until it lost all meaning.

"Gods" he said, gesturing to the sky, and then he hopped up on his chair and pointed downward at the Xarconian steel floor, as he if he was giving stern judgement. "Obey!" 

"..."

Within 10 minutes, he knew this was getting nowhere, and he went to find the REM system because she had a nap to take.
[hr] 

While the common word armistace did not mean anything to the tribesman, those that had survived the chaos of the previous day had decided to halt hostilities at the moment for their well being. Wetumpkah had indeed lived (with the loss of his right eye), as had one other Shaman known as Torlati. He was a bit younger than Wetumpkah, previously a warrior who had received a vision from the stars ten years ago, becoming the Shaman of his tribe. 

The two had absorbed what was left of the other two tribes into their ranks, having made a small alliance mid battle to preserve their survival, and even now Wetumpkah spread vicious secrets into Torlati's ears within the central Ziggurat, telling him great treasures and even salvation would be had if they could spill the secrets of the sky from one of the starmen, or even take their sky chariot. Torlati was not so keen at first, for he revered the Starmen as Gods. But slowly, he began to contemplate Wetumpkah's plan...   
[@Penny]