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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

Nods. “What you hear now is me speaking basic kree….. my slavers language…. otherwise you would hear this that is not in any translator.” Starts making whistle sounds with tips and hums.

The whistling startled Carlos, as usually when Yondu
whistled an arrow flew. But after a second Carlos relaxed and he started to get
intrigued. “Is… is that Centaurian?” he asked.

Whistle and hums and nods. “Yeah. Pretty much a dead language now…. so few of us exist now…”

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. “I… I’m sorry to hear that. We, uh…
we have a language similar to that on Earth, actually. It’s only localized to
one island. The whistles they use can carry for miles across the island. There’s also many languages that have clicks in them on Earth.”

“Yes that’s similar to us. I remember when I was just pouchlings I could hear the clicks and whistles all around me……. then silence…. now I’m one of… maybe a dozen or so…. all because we were hunted to near extinction as slaves for fighting or… other…”

“I remember… you started to talk about being a slave, but
you didn’t really elaborate,” Carlos said. “I didn’t want to ask because… well,
it wasn’t something I thought you’d wanted to talk about.”

“Well…. not something like to talk about but. I mean… you have about me and you been sharing a lot about you so.. only fair yeah? I’ll tell ya when we get inside. In our quarters. Dun need no idjits listening in or what ever.”

Carlos nodded to Yondu. “Yeah, sure,” he said and he turned
back to his work. “We should be about done here pretty quickly, and we can get
the old panel back in to be recycled.”

“We usually just space the junk…….” sees carliss look. “But recycling. We can do that! Yep!”

Carlos looked at him. “Well, I was just saying… I mean, you
can get money for dropping off scrap parts when you fix your ship. You don’t
have to though…” Though, admittedly, it still bothered Carlos a bit that there
was more trash in space than he’d previously thought back on Earth.

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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

Nods. “What you hear now is me speaking basic kree….. my slavers language…. otherwise you would hear this that is not in any translator.” Starts making whistle sounds with tips and hums.

The whistling startled Carlos, as usually when Yondu
whistled an arrow flew. But after a second Carlos relaxed and he started to get
intrigued. “Is… is that Centaurian?” he asked.

Whistle and hums and nods. “Yeah. Pretty much a dead language now…. so few of us exist now…”

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. “I… I’m sorry to hear that. We, uh…
we have a language similar to that on Earth, actually. It’s only localized to
one island. The whistles they use can carry for miles across the island. There’s also many languages that have clicks in them on Earth.”

“Yes that’s similar to us. I remember when I was just pouchlings I could hear the clicks and whistles all around me……. then silence…. now I’m one of… maybe a dozen or so…. all because we were hunted to near extinction as slaves for fighting or… other…”

“I remember… you started to talk about being a slave, but
you didn’t really elaborate,” Carlos said. “I didn’t want to ask because… well,
it wasn’t something I thought you’d wanted to talk about.”

“Well…. not something like to talk about but. I mean… you have about me and you been sharing a lot about you so.. only fair yeah? I’ll tell ya when we get inside. In our quarters. Dun need no idjits listening in or what ever.”

Carlos nodded to Yondu. “Yeah, sure,” he said and he turned
back to his work. “We should be about done here pretty quickly, and we can get
the old panel back in to be recycled.”

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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

Nods. “What you hear now is me speaking basic kree….. my slavers language…. otherwise you would hear this that is not in any translator.” Starts making whistle sounds with tips and hums.

The whistling startled Carlos, as usually when Yondu
whistled an arrow flew. But after a second Carlos relaxed and he started to get
intrigued. “Is… is that Centaurian?” he asked.

Whistle and hums and nods. “Yeah. Pretty much a dead language now…. so few of us exist now…”

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. “I… I’m sorry to hear that. We, uh…
we have a language similar to that on Earth, actually. It’s only localized to
one island. The whistles they use can carry for miles across the island. There’s also many languages that have clicks in them on Earth.”

“Yes that’s similar to us. I remember when I was just pouchlings I could hear the clicks and whistles all around me……. then silence…. now I’m one of… maybe a dozen or so…. all because we were hunted to near extinction as slaves for fighting or… other…”

“I remember… you started to talk about being a slave, but
you didn’t really elaborate,” Carlos said. “I didn’t want to ask because… well,
it wasn’t something I thought you’d wanted to talk about.”

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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

Nods. “What you hear now is me speaking basic kree….. my slavers language…. otherwise you would hear this that is not in any translator.” Starts making whistle sounds with tips and hums.

The whistling startled Carlos, as usually when Yondu
whistled an arrow flew. But after a second Carlos relaxed and he started to get
intrigued. “Is… is that Centaurian?” he asked.

Whistle and hums and nods. “Yeah. Pretty much a dead language now…. so few of us exist now…”

“Oh,” Carlos said softly. “I… I’m sorry to hear that. We, uh…
we have a language similar to that on Earth, actually. It’s only localized to
one island. The whistles they use can carry for miles across the island. There’s also many languages that have clicks in them on Earth.”

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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

Nods. “What you hear now is me speaking basic kree….. my slavers language…. otherwise you would hear this that is not in any translator.” Starts making whistle sounds with tips and hums.

The whistling startled Carlos, as usually when Yondu
whistled an arrow flew. But after a second Carlos relaxed and he started to get
intrigued. “Is… is that Centaurian?” he asked.

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Yondu tilts his head curious. “Yeah what’s that?”

“Well… back on Earth, I’m bilingual,” Carlos explained. “I
guess I still am… I’m speaking a mash of two different languages right now. But
that’s because my translator, when it feeds me information, it gives me words
in both the languages. Like, if one word fits better in English, it’ll be in
English. But if it fits better in Spanish, it’ll be in Spanish. Does that make
sense?”

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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’.”

“They do but I got the pun. Hehe. Not everything translates well but yeah.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “Yeah… I suppose not,” he said as
he turned back to work. “You know, my translator does something really
interesting for me,” he told Yondu.

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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’.”