Freemanuncg
Warlord
“Now release the clutch slowly, while you press the gas pedal with your other foot” the human, named as Geoff said.
The Jeep lurched and the engine died. “Damnit” the driver said, but with a smile the Nalese had taken to several human traditions whole heartedly, cursing for example seemed to thoroughly delight them. The Nalese language was complex and particular but like most anything they attempted, learning the language of the humans who had come under their protection was a simple task for them. They seemed to find the colorful metaphors the humans sometimes used as exclamations highly entertaining and were often heard, around the thriving city that the downed space ship had become, cursing loudly and often incorrectly.
“Gotta give her a little more gas when you’re letting the clutch out,” Geoff said “But you’re getting better at it” the human added quickly.
“I’ve got it this time!” the Nalese pilot, named Tigira replied.
The engine revved the jeep started forward, if a little jerky, and then as Tigira pressed the clutch again worked the lever and revved it once more the power levels evened out and the vehicle moved forward much more smoothly gaining speed.
“I did it!” Tigira said excitedly, and pressed the middle pedal bringing the jeep to a smooth stop.
“Now try it again” Geoff said to the alien beside him, but after these few months Geoff didn’t really think of Tigira, or any of the Nalese, as alien anymore. They had worked so hard side by side to teach each other what they could, and to learn what the others had to teach, that few people were ever surprised or shocked when a team of Nalese hunters would come to camp with a half dozen kangaroo’s draped over their muscled shoulders.
“OK! But I am defiantly getting better at this!” Tigira said to the alien beside her, but after these few months, the Nalese didn’t think of the humans as helpless refugees seeking shelter from their harsh planet any longer. The humans had proven themselves resourceful and exceedingly intelligent on hundreds of occasions. The real shock to the Nalese was the moment when they realized the humans could teach them things as well.
What the Nalese scavengers had taken for a pride of hibernating metallic creatures, the humans had informed them were called ‘Jeeps’ and when the missionaries brought back a human avionics craft they informed them it was called a Jet. While none of the human citizens knew how to fly a jet it seemed that they All knew how to operate the personal transport vehicles, known as Jeeps, and were more than willing to share the secrets of operating them with their Nalese protectors.
That was how they had ended up sitting in the pleasantly vibrating vehicle in the red dust of the northern Australian desert. Geoff was a good teacher and was quite patient with the Nalese female who he was teaching to drive. She would often say things that made him laugh, the analog displays of the Jeep seemed to disturb her at first but she soon understood that the vehicle was build for durability and its ability to cross difficult terrain not style and technology.
She slowly released the clutch and pressed the gas pedal in unison, and this time the Jeep took off smoothly. Soon they were rocketing across the desert with a cloud of dust behind them, Tigira enraptured by the vehicle and Geoff smiling happily at the look of enjoyment and concentration on her face.
Before long she turned the vehicle and headed back towards the city. “It seems you’ve got it” Geoff said to her
“I could never have done it without you” Tigira said softly, he barely heard her over the rush of the wind past the open sides of the Jeep, but he smiled broadly.
The Jeep lurched and the engine died. “Damnit” the driver said, but with a smile the Nalese had taken to several human traditions whole heartedly, cursing for example seemed to thoroughly delight them. The Nalese language was complex and particular but like most anything they attempted, learning the language of the humans who had come under their protection was a simple task for them. They seemed to find the colorful metaphors the humans sometimes used as exclamations highly entertaining and were often heard, around the thriving city that the downed space ship had become, cursing loudly and often incorrectly.
“Gotta give her a little more gas when you’re letting the clutch out,” Geoff said “But you’re getting better at it” the human added quickly.
“I’ve got it this time!” the Nalese pilot, named Tigira replied.
The engine revved the jeep started forward, if a little jerky, and then as Tigira pressed the clutch again worked the lever and revved it once more the power levels evened out and the vehicle moved forward much more smoothly gaining speed.
“I did it!” Tigira said excitedly, and pressed the middle pedal bringing the jeep to a smooth stop.
“Now try it again” Geoff said to the alien beside him, but after these few months Geoff didn’t really think of Tigira, or any of the Nalese, as alien anymore. They had worked so hard side by side to teach each other what they could, and to learn what the others had to teach, that few people were ever surprised or shocked when a team of Nalese hunters would come to camp with a half dozen kangaroo’s draped over their muscled shoulders.
“OK! But I am defiantly getting better at this!” Tigira said to the alien beside her, but after these few months, the Nalese didn’t think of the humans as helpless refugees seeking shelter from their harsh planet any longer. The humans had proven themselves resourceful and exceedingly intelligent on hundreds of occasions. The real shock to the Nalese was the moment when they realized the humans could teach them things as well.
What the Nalese scavengers had taken for a pride of hibernating metallic creatures, the humans had informed them were called ‘Jeeps’ and when the missionaries brought back a human avionics craft they informed them it was called a Jet. While none of the human citizens knew how to fly a jet it seemed that they All knew how to operate the personal transport vehicles, known as Jeeps, and were more than willing to share the secrets of operating them with their Nalese protectors.
That was how they had ended up sitting in the pleasantly vibrating vehicle in the red dust of the northern Australian desert. Geoff was a good teacher and was quite patient with the Nalese female who he was teaching to drive. She would often say things that made him laugh, the analog displays of the Jeep seemed to disturb her at first but she soon understood that the vehicle was build for durability and its ability to cross difficult terrain not style and technology.
She slowly released the clutch and pressed the gas pedal in unison, and this time the Jeep took off smoothly. Soon they were rocketing across the desert with a cloud of dust behind them, Tigira enraptured by the vehicle and Geoff smiling happily at the look of enjoyment and concentration on her face.
Before long she turned the vehicle and headed back towards the city. “It seems you’ve got it” Geoff said to her
“I could never have done it without you” Tigira said softly, he barely heard her over the rush of the wind past the open sides of the Jeep, but he smiled broadly.
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