As much as he trusted Bucky, it took everything he had to not try to wretch free of the beskar hand wrapped around his wrist when an armored warrior stepped out of the ship. It was clear that’s what she was, there was no mistaking what she was wearing as anything but armor. And if there was any doubt in his mind, it was quickly thrown out as the woman was soon followed by another, spear-wielding woman. Whoever these people were, it was clear they were ready for a hostile enemy.
His head was still throbbing, everything hurt from the brutal crash landing, but Din kept his breathing steady and slow, carefully watching the situation unfold and piecing together what he could. Which, honestly, wasn’t that much. Bucky seemed to be trying to.. assure the strangers. Probably that Din wasn’t a threat, or wouldn’t put up a fight. Whatever he was saying seemed to be working for the most part, since din hadn’t had any weapons pointed in his face yet— possibly the first good thing to happen since he crashed in the hyperlane. That was still bothering him, but there just wasn’t enough time to figure out what went wrong. His ship was still smoldering not far away, but it definitely wasn’t about to go anywhere anytime soon.
Bucky let go of his wrist, and for a brief moment he felt a wave of relief, as if things were headed in the right direction (not to mention he was free to grab his blaster if he needed it)— only for Bucky to tap his hand to Din's pauldron. The clear ring of beskar on beskar sounded through the air. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and he was instantly on alert, looking between his pauldron, Bucky, and the strangers.
They were talking about his beskar'gam. Judging by the satisfied look on both women's faces, it was confirmation of something.
None of this was looking good, and as much as he itched to put his blaster in his hand, he forced his rising emotions down. Despite the efforts Bucky made to put himself between Din and the newcomers, he couldn't just stand by mute. He took a step forward, shoulders squared, partially blocking Bucky from the potential threats without thinking.
“I need someone who can speak Basic.” He said as clearly as he could, watching carefully for the first sign of hostility. “B a s i c.” He repeated, sounding the word out slow and deliberately, as if somehow that would make it more understandable to a bunch of aliens.
—
Okoye took a step forward to match the alien’s, planting her spear down firmly next to Shuri, leveling her best threatening glare. Shuri raised her wrist and a hologram display hovered above it, Griot’s latest interface, the sound waves of the alien language fluctuating in the air as the AI processed the sound.
<< Attempting to activate interpretation. No match for language found. >>
“Griot, include Asgardian language database in search.” She said, keeping her eyes on the— space knight. Oh yeah, it was definitely some sort of space knight situation. She had seen weirder things, but space knights wearing Vibranium armor? Not so much.
<< Already done, still no match found. >>
“Whoever you are, you are trespassing into Wakanda territory. You are clearly injured,” She shifted her wrist and the display flipped to show vital signs— the alien’s vitals. Heartrate erratic, signs of injury, blood loss— though, who really knew what these meant for the alien. But after a crash landing like that? Even in a full suit of Vibranium, there was bound to be some damage. “If you want our help, you will disarm and cooperate.”
If he knew Bucky, then there was a chance he’d understand English, right?
—
Din listened closely to the words, watched the holoscreen, but none of it made sense. It took him a little longer than it should have to realize that the spiking and dipping line on the holo was his heart beat. Dank farrik.
He glanced between the two women, then held his hands up slightly in a peaceful gesture.
“Can you speak Huttese?” He asked in Hutt. No response. “What about— About Jawaese? Jawa Trade?” He said haltingly in what little Jawa he knew. Nope, still nothing. “Ubese?” Nothing, nothing, nothing.
He tried the guttural Tusken, gesturing as he spoke. That managed to get a surprised look, but not any different from the look anyone who’d never heard it would have. The holoscreen looked like it was scanning his words, but apparently no matches found. He assumed that was what it was, a translation program of sorts.
The woman who was clearly in charge looked at Bucky, “Did you understand any of that? It sounds like he’s trying to find a common language.”
It was complete gibberish, again. Din looked back at Bucky, grasping at straws. If he didn’t remember how to speak Basic, it was a long shot, but he had to try at least.
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Date: 2023-08-27 09:22 pm (UTC)His head was still throbbing, everything hurt from the brutal crash landing, but Din kept his breathing steady and slow, carefully watching the situation unfold and piecing together what he could. Which, honestly, wasn’t that much. Bucky seemed to be trying to.. assure the strangers. Probably that Din wasn’t a threat, or wouldn’t put up a fight. Whatever he was saying seemed to be working for the most part, since din hadn’t had any weapons pointed in his face yet— possibly the first good thing to happen since he crashed in the hyperlane. That was still bothering him, but there just wasn’t enough time to figure out what went wrong. His ship was still smoldering not far away, but it definitely wasn’t about to go anywhere anytime soon.
Bucky let go of his wrist, and for a brief moment he felt a wave of relief, as if things were headed in the right direction (not to mention he was free to grab his blaster if he needed it)— only for Bucky to tap his hand to Din's pauldron. The clear ring of beskar on beskar sounded through the air. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and he was instantly on alert, looking between his pauldron, Bucky, and the strangers.
They were talking about his beskar'gam. Judging by the satisfied look on both women's faces, it was confirmation of something.
None of this was looking good, and as much as he itched to put his blaster in his hand, he forced his rising emotions down. Despite the efforts Bucky made to put himself between Din and the newcomers, he couldn't just stand by mute. He took a step forward, shoulders squared, partially blocking Bucky from the potential threats without thinking.
“I need someone who can speak Basic.” He said as clearly as he could, watching carefully for the first sign of hostility. “B a s i c.” He repeated, sounding the word out slow and deliberately, as if somehow that would make it more understandable to a bunch of aliens.
—
Okoye took a step forward to match the alien’s, planting her spear down firmly next to Shuri, leveling her best threatening glare. Shuri raised her wrist and a hologram display hovered above it, Griot’s latest interface, the sound waves of the alien language fluctuating in the air as the AI processed the sound.
<< Attempting to activate interpretation. No match for language found. >>
“Griot, include Asgardian language database in search.” She said, keeping her eyes on the— space knight. Oh yeah, it was definitely some sort of space knight situation. She had seen weirder things, but space knights wearing Vibranium armor? Not so much.
<< Already done, still no match found. >>
“Whoever you are, you are trespassing into Wakanda territory. You are clearly injured,” She shifted her wrist and the display flipped to show vital signs— the alien’s vitals. Heartrate erratic, signs of injury, blood loss— though, who really knew what these meant for the alien. But after a crash landing like that? Even in a full suit of Vibranium, there was bound to be some damage. “If you want our help, you will disarm and cooperate.”
If he knew Bucky, then there was a chance he’d understand English, right?
—
Din listened closely to the words, watched the holoscreen, but none of it made sense. It took him a little longer than it should have to realize that the spiking and dipping line on the holo was his heart beat. Dank farrik.
He glanced between the two women, then held his hands up slightly in a peaceful gesture.
“Can you speak Huttese?” He asked in Hutt. No response.
“What about— About Jawaese? Jawa Trade?” He said haltingly in what little Jawa he knew. Nope, still nothing.
“Ubese?” Nothing, nothing, nothing.
He tried the guttural Tusken, gesturing as he spoke. That managed to get a surprised look, but not any different from the look anyone who’d never heard it would have. The holoscreen looked like it was scanning his words, but apparently no matches found. He assumed that was what it was, a translation program of sorts.
The woman who was clearly in charge looked at Bucky, “Did you understand any of that? It sounds like he’s trying to find a common language.”
It was complete gibberish, again. Din looked back at Bucky, grasping at straws. If he didn’t remember how to speak Basic, it was a long shot, but he had to try at least.
“Gar partaylir Mando’a? Partaylir mayen?”[1]
[1] You remember Mando’a? Remember anything>