“ Hello, are you still there”, a woman asked over the radio.
A young man was sitting at his dark red wooden desk doing his homework.
The table had thin white stripes going down it spaced two feet apart from each other. The table only had one square leg, which was five feet wide and long. The leg underneath the table was directly positioned in the center and flared outwards, like a slanted waterfall, the closer it came to the floor.
The young man was twenty six years old. He had short dark brown coiled thick hair that came down to the tops of his shoulders. He had a dark brown smooth complexion with dark brown captivating eyes.
Covering his chin along with his jawline and upper lip was a five inch long tightly coiled dark brown beard.
Wrapped around his head three times along with part of his forehead was a four inch wide dark brown linen cloth. The cloth was wrapped around in a way that revealed a portion of the center of his head.
He wore a loosely fitting long sleeve dark brown cotton tunic shirt that came down to the middle of his thighs. The tunic shirt had a modestly high squiggly shaped neckline.
Underneath his tunic shirt he wore dark brown comfortable fitting parachute pants that came down to his ankles. On his feet he wore dark brown linen flat slip on, slightly arched boots.
As he was busy writing a sentence on his light yellow lined medium-sized, horizontally square one inch thin tablet he turned his head to the right alerted by the sound. Odd beeping sounds mixed with wooshing noises filled his ears.
He let go of his pencil, laying it down on the glossy thin steadily swirling glass surface of his tablet, and moved his hand over extending his index finger, pressing down on a little round button near the top right edge of the small three inch long, wide reddish black square-like CB radio. The CB radio was horizontal and triangular shaped.
He's suddenly turned his body right sitting in his chair then scooched over. He swiftly lifted his finger up off the little round button on top of the CB radio moving it over a few inches towards another smaller indented button, which was raised two inches.
He quickly pressed his index finger down on the button. Instantly as he pressed down on the button a little slot two inches above the button slid open and a little darkish black round ball, which was squishy like jello and had shiny silverish water slowly swirling inside it popped up two inches. The little round squishy ball was surround by porous solid jelly. The porous covering on the outside of the ball was. tiny, shaped like ovals mixed with stars.
He swiftly moved his index finger up along with his other finger pinching the ball. He quickly moved his arm back pulling his hand up towards his ear then pushed the ball gently into his ear canal.
The ball intuitively molded to his ear.
“ Hello, who’s this”, he asked in Zsol in a deeply low-pitched manly voice. His tone was full of curiosity as he wrinkled his forehead puzzled at the voice.
Immediately he lowered his eyebrows in confusion, letting out a deep aggravated sigh as he blinked rolling his eyes slightly, holding in his anger as he had to listen to another woman speaking another language he didn't understand.
Patiently waiting, with irritated eyes, listening to her speak what sounded like, to him, gibberish, He slumped over exhaustedly resting his chin in his hand. Ma, He said immensely bored with the blank expression. Ma, I can't understand you, he said deeply irritated but polite.
She paused for a moment as she listened to him, sounding like what, to her, speaking gibberish. She quickly realized how she sounded to him. “Oh, she giggled casually. I'm sorry, it's Rekua”, she said in a very low pitched slightly feminine voice. “I always forget I need my translator. For some reason you always go to that Zsol language”.
He swiftly wrinkled his forehead frowning again. “Who’s this?”
“It’s- it’s, she stammered swiftly as he heard a slight shake in her voice, holding back tears. It's Rekua. She paused for a minute then softly said, I'll explain everything later”.
A young man was sitting at his dark red wooden desk doing his homework.
The table had thin white stripes going down it spaced two feet apart from each other. The table only had one square leg, which was five feet wide and long. The leg underneath the table was directly positioned in the center and flared outwards, like a slanted waterfall, the closer it came to the floor.
The young man was twenty six years old. He had short dark brown coiled thick hair that came down to the tops of his shoulders. He had a dark brown smooth complexion with dark brown captivating eyes.
Covering his chin along with his jawline and upper lip was a five inch long tightly coiled dark brown beard.
Wrapped around his head three times along with part of his forehead was a four inch wide dark brown linen cloth. The cloth was wrapped around in a way that revealed a portion of the center of his head.
He wore a loosely fitting long sleeve dark brown cotton tunic shirt that came down to the middle of his thighs. The tunic shirt had a modestly high squiggly shaped neckline.
Underneath his tunic shirt he wore dark brown comfortable fitting parachute pants that came down to his ankles. On his feet he wore dark brown linen flat slip on, slightly arched boots.
As he was busy writing a sentence on his light yellow lined medium-sized, horizontally square one inch thin tablet he turned his head to the right alerted by the sound. Odd beeping sounds mixed with wooshing noises filled his ears.
He let go of his pencil, laying it down on the glossy thin steadily swirling glass surface of his tablet, and moved his hand over extending his index finger, pressing down on a little round button near the top right edge of the small three inch long, wide reddish black square-like CB radio. The CB radio was horizontal and triangular shaped.
He's suddenly turned his body right sitting in his chair then scooched over. He swiftly lifted his finger up off the little round button on top of the CB radio moving it over a few inches towards another smaller indented button, which was raised two inches.
He quickly pressed his index finger down on the button. Instantly as he pressed down on the button a little slot two inches above the button slid open and a little darkish black round ball, which was squishy like jello and had shiny silverish water slowly swirling inside it popped up two inches. The little round squishy ball was surround by porous solid jelly. The porous covering on the outside of the ball was. tiny, shaped like ovals mixed with stars.
He swiftly moved his index finger up along with his other finger pinching the ball. He quickly moved his arm back pulling his hand up towards his ear then pushed the ball gently into his ear canal.
The ball intuitively molded to his ear.
“ Hello, who’s this”, he asked in Zsol in a deeply low-pitched manly voice. His tone was full of curiosity as he wrinkled his forehead puzzled at the voice.
Immediately he lowered his eyebrows in confusion, letting out a deep aggravated sigh as he blinked rolling his eyes slightly, holding in his anger as he had to listen to another woman speaking another language he didn't understand.
Patiently waiting, with irritated eyes, listening to her speak what sounded like, to him, gibberish, He slumped over exhaustedly resting his chin in his hand. Ma, He said immensely bored with the blank expression. Ma, I can't understand you, he said deeply irritated but polite.
She paused for a moment as she listened to him, sounding like what, to her, speaking gibberish. She quickly realized how she sounded to him. “Oh, she giggled casually. I'm sorry, it's Rekua”, she said in a very low pitched slightly feminine voice. “I always forget I need my translator. For some reason you always go to that Zsol language”.
He swiftly wrinkled his forehead frowning again. “Who’s this?”
“It’s- it’s, she stammered swiftly as he heard a slight shake in her voice, holding back tears. It's Rekua. She paused for a minute then softly said, I'll explain everything later”.
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