Well it didn't die when it ate the pizza so that was a good thing
right? And it wasn't eating her out of malicious intent so that also had to
be of the good. All-in-all the trip to the mess hall had not been to bad an
idea. She got to eat, and she earned the trust of her new friend here.
"Ok I really need to name you. Unless you have a name of you own you would rather use instead, I'm cool with that too." The creature merely stared at her.
She pointed to herself rather dramatically. "Maggie." She said it as plainly as she could so he would be sure to understand.
Then she pointed at him.
And she waited.
And waited.
Ok try, try again, right?
"Maggie." She said again pointing to herself. Then she extended her arm again to point at the creature.
It actually shrugged. She could have fallen backwards.
She shook her head. Ok maybe it wasn't as intelligent as she had thought. She of course did not see what she thought she saw. Oh, oh, or maybe its language is so different that it can't say Maggie, or any other name just sounds. Maybe its people don't have names like we do.
Or maybe she was anthropomorphosis it unfairly.
"Well what ever the reason is that you can't answer me, I cant keep calling you creature, and I don't think you would like BUBT, if you knew what it stood for. So I'm going to have to give you a name." She nodded for emphasis to let it know she had made up her mind on this and there was no talking her out of it at all.
So then came the arduous process of decided what name to give him.
She paced freely around the mess hall, as the creature seemed to stay on the alert. She had a feeling it was for both their sakes. She was pretty sure, though, that in a state emergency, trips to the mess hall were rare. They were probably fairly safe where they were.
So back to the name issue. She could go with the old stand bys, like Fluffy and Spike, but that didn't seem very dignified. Then again names like Jeeves and Stiles seemed too dignified for something that looked like a wingless gargoyle.
In the end she just had to go with George. What was more basic then that. It would just have to do. And once she looked at him good and hard, well the name just sort of fit is all.
"Ok I've decided." The creature, George, turned its head to face her, its blue-green eyes centering on her face.
"I have to name you and I've decided that name will be George." She waited. Ok he didn't understand her; she knew this, not a new thing.
She pointed to herself. "Maggie." Then she extended her arm out to it, "George."
She repeated this about four times; till she was satisfied it had properly grasped the situation.
"Ok George what do we do now?"
Just then George must have heard something outside, he amazingly grabbed Maggie's hand and led her to a dark corner of the mess. She was going to ask him, rhetorically of course, what he was doing, when she heard the door open. For a minute she remained paralyzed in the dark with George, feeling surprisingly safe having him and his claws nearby, then she remembered, she wasn't afraid of these people. These were the people would had saved her off that waist hole of a planet down there. She had absolutely no reason to hide. And really neither did George.
She was about to get up and let out their position when George grabbed her arm and moved them to the farther corner, away from the windows, which, with the orbit of the ship, were now letting in light.
"I really don't think there hiding in here Malcolm." She heard Trips voice from one of the siluettes in the doorway. The other had an almost imperceptible limp. Had to be that officer from the bridge, he most have been among the injured earlier.
TO BE CONTINUED…
It will get more interesting after this
"Ok I really need to name you. Unless you have a name of you own you would rather use instead, I'm cool with that too." The creature merely stared at her.
She pointed to herself rather dramatically. "Maggie." She said it as plainly as she could so he would be sure to understand.
Then she pointed at him.
And she waited.
And waited.
Ok try, try again, right?
"Maggie." She said again pointing to herself. Then she extended her arm again to point at the creature.
It actually shrugged. She could have fallen backwards.
She shook her head. Ok maybe it wasn't as intelligent as she had thought. She of course did not see what she thought she saw. Oh, oh, or maybe its language is so different that it can't say Maggie, or any other name just sounds. Maybe its people don't have names like we do.
Or maybe she was anthropomorphosis it unfairly.
"Well what ever the reason is that you can't answer me, I cant keep calling you creature, and I don't think you would like BUBT, if you knew what it stood for. So I'm going to have to give you a name." She nodded for emphasis to let it know she had made up her mind on this and there was no talking her out of it at all.
So then came the arduous process of decided what name to give him.
She paced freely around the mess hall, as the creature seemed to stay on the alert. She had a feeling it was for both their sakes. She was pretty sure, though, that in a state emergency, trips to the mess hall were rare. They were probably fairly safe where they were.
So back to the name issue. She could go with the old stand bys, like Fluffy and Spike, but that didn't seem very dignified. Then again names like Jeeves and Stiles seemed too dignified for something that looked like a wingless gargoyle.
In the end she just had to go with George. What was more basic then that. It would just have to do. And once she looked at him good and hard, well the name just sort of fit is all.
"Ok I've decided." The creature, George, turned its head to face her, its blue-green eyes centering on her face.
"I have to name you and I've decided that name will be George." She waited. Ok he didn't understand her; she knew this, not a new thing.
She pointed to herself. "Maggie." Then she extended her arm out to it, "George."
She repeated this about four times; till she was satisfied it had properly grasped the situation.
"Ok George what do we do now?"
Just then George must have heard something outside, he amazingly grabbed Maggie's hand and led her to a dark corner of the mess. She was going to ask him, rhetorically of course, what he was doing, when she heard the door open. For a minute she remained paralyzed in the dark with George, feeling surprisingly safe having him and his claws nearby, then she remembered, she wasn't afraid of these people. These were the people would had saved her off that waist hole of a planet down there. She had absolutely no reason to hide. And really neither did George.
She was about to get up and let out their position when George grabbed her arm and moved them to the farther corner, away from the windows, which, with the orbit of the ship, were now letting in light.
"I really don't think there hiding in here Malcolm." She heard Trips voice from one of the siluettes in the doorway. The other had an almost imperceptible limp. Had to be that officer from the bridge, he most have been among the injured earlier.
TO BE CONTINUED…
It will get more interesting after this
