37 Disaster Relief (2/2)
The strange soldier points towards a group of people in the distance at the bottom of the slope, they appear to be setting up some tents. The soldier points to the direction of their wounded and mimics a carrying motion and points to the tents at the bottom again.
”He is trying to tell us to move the wounded there?” Sherene asks Joesph, who nods, confirming her guess. ”Alright, I will get them to be moved down.”
Pike seeing the two elves understanding his instruction, then points to the group of civilians milling around. He then mimics walking with his two fingers and points to another site, where some supplies were dropped earlier.
Both of the elves nods again, Pike pleased with himself, gestures them to get their people moving, before he turns and jogs down to the half-track turned temporarily command center. He pulls open the rear hatch of the half-track and climbs in. Set on the side of the compartment, are several communications devices and computer screens set up. He gestures the tech sitting on the console to connect him to Base as he prepares to make a report.
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Bouncing up and down at the rear of the jeep, Ensign Clara hugs the micro comp tightly with one hand while the other held dearly on to the handhelds on the side. The speeding jeep with an escort at the rear, burst through the foliage like a rally racer, the jolt of the crude suspension slams her hard against her rear.
”Woooo weeeeee!” Pvt Mills whoops and flexes his knees while he grips tightly onto the empty gun mount when all four of the jeep wheels left the ground. ”Damn that was fun! Let's do that again!”
”Bartley, I didn't know you could drive like that!” Cpl James hooks his arm against the hand grip on the co-driver seat, grinning, enjoying the wind and the roller coaster-like ride through the forest. ”Madam, you all good behind?” He yells over the wind.
”You Marines are CRAZY!” came back the reply.
Mills looks back from his perch, grins, yelling, ”Come on! We are not crazy!.” He grins wickedly, ”Just INSANE! WAHAHAHAHA.”
The speeding jeeps bounce over the grass plains and pull to a stop next to the command half-track. ”Cpl James with a party of four and Ensign Clara reporting for duty!” James reports to Staff Pike as they formed up before the half-track with a pale-faced Clara.
”You guys made it fast here eh?” Pike looks at Clara, and asks, ”Are you alright madam?”
”Just peachy, Staff...” Clara swallows an urge to vomit, while the rest of the Marines tried to keep a straight face. ”I will go set up inside after I get some air first.” She stumbles off to the side of the half-track while hugging her computer.
”Now, what did you sons of bitches do?” Pike places his hands at his waist and glares at the five of them standing in attention.
”Nothing Staff! Just a bumpy ride, Staff!” They chorus together in tune.
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Feeling better, Clara climbs into the rear compartment of the half-track and places down the microcomputer loaded with the universal translator and boots it up. She rubs her forehead and pats her chest to smoothe away the nausea feeling. Damn jugheads, but she had to admit the speeding jeep through the forest was pretty exciting and fun, except for getting carsick.
Alright to work. She connects her tablet to sync up with the microcomputer and inputs the commands to the universal translator software, which was older than her, used at the time for the first contact with meeting other alien races when mankind just started exploring the galaxy.
She read the manual before heading over in that hellish drive, the translator will require comparisons from the language you want to translate and the language to be translated to. For example, the word Tree will require both languages to be input. The more references the better, as the system will learn and get better and better over time.
Her tablet beeped twice, indicating the transfer is completed and the software is in sync with the universal translator. Now what I need is an elf to chat with.