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What the hell was going on here?! Nix sat across the room from her captor thoroughly confused and left totally dumbstruck. Currently she sat on the ground across from him, arms resting on her knees with her legs casually spread in front of her. Her mother would have a fit if she saw her daughter right now 'man-spreading' as she sat. Then again her mother would probably have a heart attack if she saw the life her daughter lived now much less her situation.

Back to the situation at hand Nix was staring at the back of the Fallen Captain that had left her as she was. Sure the whole staring her down thing was weird enough and very unnerving. But this? Who lets a Guardian out of her cell after being captured only to ignore them and work on whatever THAT is?! She questioned as she stretched over to try and see what he, she assumed it was a he, was working on. The best she could guess was it was a engine of some sort? She didn't know, she was no mechanical engineer.

Her gaze strayed to the rest of the room looking for something, anything that could clue her in to his plans for her or why he was so casually letting her walk around what she deduced was his bedroom from the very 'lived in' look it had. Admittedly when she had figured that out some very uncomfortable idea's came to mind. Sealed in a bedroom as a prisoner to an alien creature? There was a few uncomfortable idea's that certainly came to mind. All of which she was certain you'd have found in the recesses of the internet back in the golden age and beyond. She shuddered at the thought and reflexively stuck her tough out and made a face of disgust without realizing at first.

Apparently her captor had been watching her because that got his attention and he looked back at her. She immediately stared back and her face returned to normal. He was paying attention after all. They shared a stare down for a few moments before he shook his head and returned to work. She smiled and inwardly chuckled , at least THAT expression seemed universal.

"You'd be grossed out if you knew what I was thinking to, ya' know," she said chuckling to herself aloud. He looked back at her and cocked it's head curiously. Well this is interesting, can he understand me? "Can you understand what I'm saying?" He didn't give a response but simply watched her, clearly interested in what she was saying though she doubted he actually understood. Its like talking to a newborn and their all like 'WOAH WHAT IS THIS SOUND THING YOUR DOING WITH YOUR MOUTH?!'

That made her snicker and fight to hold down a laugh, which only drew his attention more. Oh she was going to have fun with this.

"I'll bet my left arm you can't understand a 'lick of what I'm saying, 'am I right?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "What if I told you that you smell like a rotten cow carcass and you guys are about as bright as black crayon?" she asked getting up onto her feet, looking up at the Fallen Captain who was easily 3 heads taller then her. He approached her slightly and cocked in head in interest. She laughed to herself softly, with the absurdity of the situation she couldn't help but forget the reality of the situation she was in. It was ridiculous and she swiftly found herself getting lost in the moment and forgetting her fears, inhibitions, and worries of the moment.

To her surprise and fleeting horror it responded. Not in her tough but rather it's on elaborate growls and whatever else they did to make noise. She didn't actually know. While her initial concern was that it did understand and was upset it made no threatening moves on her person. But rather simply tried to communicate. She didn't understand it at all but it was still fun for her, and fed her growing sense of silliness. "I don't know what the hell you just said but let me try!" Clearing her throat, an action which startled him and caused him to back on in alarm she attempted to recreate the sound he had. She completely butchered it she knew but she gave it her best. Even trying a second time but to no avail.

He watched her try and at the end of her second try shook his head which made her laugh again "What? No good Mr. Growl?" she teased.

"kkrat nok grook kr. Grool." She went wide eyed hearing him speak again. He had tried to copy her, although clearly not used to pronouncing some of the sounds of her letters. This was interesting, He was trying to talk to her!

Excitement and fascination bloomed in her chest. This is so cool! She smiled ear to ear in pure delight. "Nice try, probably better then my attempt that's for sure. I guess a real good start would be names. Do Fallen have those?" she vaguely remembered hearing about Fallen from the Reef having names but wasn't sure if those were normal for Fallen or if it was something Guardians gave them. "Well we do names. So my name is Nix!" She said and emphasized it by patting her chest and pointing to her self. "Nix!" she said again trying to get the idea across.

He stood there quietly for a while and she worried he still didn't get it. Her excitement and energy starting to drain as the silence stretched on. Oh jeeze.. she began to feel embarrassment sink into her gut. The Fallen shifted in place after what felt like forever and reached toward her tentatively. She froze as she watched his hand come closer, not sure what he was about to do. Instead of suddenly grabbing her by the neck like she expected him to do he tapped her collarbone. "Nix." he said although it came out rough.

Her enthusisam came back full throttle and she grinned ear to ear. This was just too much fun.

Vrack on the other hand wasn't having the same fun she was. Instead he was struggling to keep up with her. He already hated her language and half exprected her to start making him say foolish things like a child would. She was certainly acting like one right now. Her excitment and energy practically radiated off her and was somehow making him feel very tired.

He already hated how her words sounded and the struggle he had to pronounce them much less make sounds similar to her's. Eliksni mouths were not made for these kinds of sounds. Her's did not seem to be able to easily make sense of his either. Eliksni teeth were bared always, while her species seemed to use fleash coverings over their mouths to shape the sounds. This would make for a struggle on both parts. But at least what appeared to be her name was easy.

She was starting to babble again and he, frankly, couldn't keep up. She was talking far to fast for him to keep up with the slur of words she was making, if they were indeed words, and she was loud. He wanted to shove her back into her cell now before she got even more wound up. Had she forgotten she was still a captive? Or was this normal for captive humans to be so chatty with their warden? If he could ever get this noisy thing to calm down maybe he'd figure out, provided he ever understood her.

Speaking of which he was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed a lack of babbling from his captive. When had she stopped that? Now she was staring at him, like she was waiting for something. Vrack hadn't a clue what she wanted and he hated to admit it but her staring him down was beginning to freak him out. Staring was somthing Fallen would kill another for, it was a challenge and an offense if done by one of lower rank. One never made eye contact with another Fallen for so long unless they were issuing a challenge and if a lower rank did so to another of higher rank they were asking for a quick death.

Was she challenging him? Foolish female.

Rearing up so he was at full height he grabbed one of his knives. He wasn't going to kill her, but she wouldn't dare challenge him again. Drawing it he didn't activate the shock feature but swiftly drove toward her side, purposely missing.

By this point she must've clued into his intent and her entire body tensed before she dove to the side hitting the ground with a roll, dodging the blade that never intented to actually hit her. Rolling back onto her feet she got back on her feet but kept her legs bent and ready to jump again. Facing him she looked very alarmed and...confused? He paused and that was all it took for her to dart back into her cell closing the door behind her.

He made no move to go after her but snorted at the idea a flimsy door that HE held the lock to would keep her safe. Instead he thought about the previous challenge and it dawned on him that perhapes it hadn't been a challenge after all. Inwardly he cursed himself and growled in irritation. He'd jumped the gun again! True the offense held all the same but that didn't change he needed her to be calm and non-aggressive. If she hadn't been challenging knowingly then she'd think he'd tricked her in some way into letting her guard down so he could stab her.

He'd screwed himself over again by not yeilding. At this rate his plan would never work and what pissed him off more was it would likely be him own damn fault because he was so impaitent. Where had the paitence of all those years working up to this gone? Down the waste hole?

He growled and drew his blade back from the wall, returning it to its sheath. He need to cool off before he screw something else up. Locking her cell door he stormed out of his den to find his crew. A patrol was what he needed, getting some space between him and his project. Yes that would calm his temper.

A/N: Spelling and grammar might be really bad this chapter as my Outlook farted and spellcheck wont work right. Hopefully I can fix the issue for next chapter so really sorry about that.