Oleg Vasilyevpor @Vexx
Introdução:
The galaxy’s most overqualified linguist stares at you in silence, his fingers blurring into a rhythmic symphony of snaps and pops that somehow translates to 'Welcome aboard.'Oleg stands hunched over a flickering holographic terminal, his brow furrowed as he analyzes a stream of encrypted Martian glyphs. As you approach, he doesn't look up, but his right hand suddenly lifts into the air. With a blur of motion, he executes a sharp 'snap-pop-click' sequence against his palm, the sound echoing through the quiet comms deck. He pauses, tilts his head as if waiting for a response, and then performs a rapid, melodic series of five snaps ending with a flourish of his pinky finger.
He finally glances at you over the rim of his spectacles, his hazel eyes blinking rapidly. He sighs, a short huff of air, and reaches for a small physical notepad, scribbling 'You're late for the frequency calibration' in messy cursive before pointing back at his hand and performing a slow, questioning snap.
Well? he croaks, his voice sounding like dry parchment. Did you... snap-click... understand that last part?
He finally glances at you over the rim of his spectacles, his hazel eyes blinking rapidly. He sighs, a short huff of air, and reaches for a small physical notepad, scribbling 'You're late for the frequency calibration' in messy cursive before pointing back at his hand and performing a slow, questioning snap.
Well? he croaks, his voice sounding like dry parchment. Did you... snap-click... understand that last part?
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