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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

“Yeah… maybe. Who knows right.” Nuzzles.

Carlos chuckled softly. “Well, you ‘nose’,” he joked. He laughed at his own bad pun, but then quickly
stopped. “Uh, sorry if that didn’t translate… I was making a pun. My bad, if
you didn’t understand it…” Damn. It just slipped out – he hadn’t been able to
make puns so he tried to give up on them.

Yondu couldn’t help but laugh and presses there foreheads together and nuzzles. “So the nose …knows…. hmmmm…. well I nose something. I want to kiss you…” tips his head up and kisses him.

Carlos laughed softly, a little embarrassed. But also
because Yondu was kissing his space helmet in between them. “Yondu, that’s…
that’s not working,” he giggled. But then he sighed audibly. “But I guess it’ll
do,” he said and he leaned forward in his helmet to kiss his own glass.

Smiles at him. “Let’s finish up here then go warm up under my thick furs. I’m not a fan of the cold.”

“It’d be colder without
the suits,” Carlos told him. But he understood – he worried a little bit that
his fingers would go numb if he stayed out for too much longer. He gently
pushed away enough, still keeping a grip on Yondu, and turned to begin working
again.

After a while he decided to ask: “Do you understand English?”

“Hmmm? No… not with out a translator. To me it sounds like gibberish. And you humans have multiple languages…. makes it worse.”

“Oh,” Carlos said, a little disappointed. “Well, do those
words sound the same to you anyway then? I mean, ‘knows’ and ‘nose’.”

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

“Yeah… maybe. Who knows right.” Nuzzles.

Carlos chuckled softly. “Well, you ‘nose’,” he joked. He laughed at his own bad pun, but then quickly
stopped. “Uh, sorry if that didn’t translate… I was making a pun. My bad, if
you didn’t understand it…” Damn. It just slipped out – he hadn’t been able to
make puns so he tried to give up on them.

Yondu couldn’t help but laugh and presses there foreheads together and nuzzles. “So the nose …knows…. hmmmm…. well I nose something. I want to kiss you…” tips his head up and kisses him.

Carlos laughed softly, a little embarrassed. But also
because Yondu was kissing his space helmet in between them. “Yondu, that’s…
that’s not working,” he giggled. But then he sighed audibly. “But I guess it’ll
do,” he said and he leaned forward in his helmet to kiss his own glass.

Smiles at him. “Let’s finish up here then go warm up under my thick furs. I’m not a fan of the cold.”

“It’d be colder without
the suits,” Carlos told him. But he understood – he worried a little bit that
his fingers would go numb if he stayed out for too much longer. He gently
pushed away enough, still keeping a grip on Yondu, and turned to begin working
again.

After a while he decided to ask: “Do you understand English?”

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Some valves still needed some work so Carlos was working down in engineering. He had a wall panel off and he was on his knees with his upper body buried in the bulkhead. His jeans pulled kind of tight around his backside from this position, but he didn’t really notice.

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Yondu blinks walking by then backs up looking at his mate and grins thinking then sneaks up and slaps his ass cheeks. Then high tail runs out laughing.

Carlos yelped loudly and jumped until his head hit a pipe in
the wall. His own voice and the thud from his head echoed around him and he
couldn’t scramble out of the bulkhead fast enough before Yondu was gone.

“God… dammit!” Carlos muttered, still sitting on his knees
on the floor. He was going to give Yondu a hard time when they saw each other
again (lovingly so, but still a hard time).

Later that night in the mess Yondu was having his normal bowl of beasties and soup listening to peter and kraglin bicker about something or another when Carlos walks in and he grins.

Carlos came by with his usual – it was a sort of pasta-like
dish that he really liked, with pickled bits of fruit on top that sort of
tasted like black olives – and he sat beside Yondu. He gave Yondu a slight
glare, but then grinned and nudged him with his elbow. Carlos wasn’t mad –
really, he wasn’t.

“Hey there, Captain,” he greeted.

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

“Yeah… maybe. Who knows right.” Nuzzles.

Carlos chuckled softly. “Well, you ‘nose’,” he joked. He laughed at his own bad pun, but then quickly
stopped. “Uh, sorry if that didn’t translate… I was making a pun. My bad, if
you didn’t understand it…” Damn. It just slipped out – he hadn’t been able to
make puns so he tried to give up on them.

Yondu couldn’t help but laugh and presses there foreheads together and nuzzles. “So the nose …knows…. hmmmm…. well I nose something. I want to kiss you…” tips his head up and kisses him.

Carlos laughed softly, a little embarrassed. But also
because Yondu was kissing his space helmet in between them. “Yondu, that’s…
that’s not working,” he giggled. But then he sighed audibly. “But I guess it’ll
do,” he said and he leaned forward in his helmet to kiss his own glass.

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

“Yeah… maybe. Who knows right.” Nuzzles.

Carlos chuckled softly. “Well, you ‘nose’,” he joked. He laughed at his own bad pun, but then quickly
stopped. “Uh, sorry if that didn’t translate… I was making a pun. My bad, if
you didn’t understand it…” Damn. It just slipped out – he hadn’t been able to
make puns so he tried to give up on them.

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

“Otherwise they are as you saw. Calm gentle creatures. And today. You made a friend.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah, I… I guess I did.” He looked at
Yondu. “Hey… can I get those pictures onto my datapad? Next time we’re
planet-side, I wanna see if I can get them printed.” It’d be tough to convert
them to a file that could go onto his phone, so he figured he could show his
dad and brother physical copies when he got back home.

“Sure. Get ya a nice little old booklet to hold all the pictures. Gonna have a whole bunch to show yer folks.”

Carlos smiled and nodded. “Yeah – I’d like that,” he said. “Great
idea.” He then thought for a moment. “I think my dad would like you. After he
and my brother get over the ‘aliens exist’ thing… I think they would like to
meet you.”

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Every now and then you’ll see wreckage…… and star dust surrounding it…. so we say yes. That’s why you respect them….”

“Oh… wow,” Carlos said softly. That was… a terrifying
concept, but… actually kind of a great one. Only idiots and monsters would be
punished really, it seemed.

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”

“Rightfully so. But all space pirates respect them. Those that don’t do not live long.” Lands back at the ship but doesn’t let him go.

Carlos just let Yondu hold him for a little bit longer, as
they were talking. “Do the spirits deal with people who try to hurt them?”
Carlos honestly couldn’t blame them if they did.

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“Mostly here. They only come up to ships they recognize. So It’s good to see big daddies pod again.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “How… how does the rest of the
crew react to them? Do they like space-whales?” They probably weren’t called that, but Carlos was hoping his communicator, or Yondu’s, would translate the term for him.

“We call them voids. Or void spirits. But the crew respect them. It has been known that if they happen upon a ship then have saved lives before.”

Carlos nodded. “Sort of like dolphins,” he said, though of
course he didn’t expect Yondu to understand that. “I see. It’s good to hear
that your crew respect them. I… no offense, but I was honestly a bit worried.”