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-Hunter Silent Talon, please proceed to terminal nine and imput relevant information for you Operative Application. Thank you.-
The translation software in the Chozos' helm struggled for a moment to translate the voice coming through the intercom- his suits systems always had trouble with artificial voices- and his eyes would narrowed as an unintentional grimace tugged at the corners of his beak from the auditory hiccup. Nonetheless, the avian man would rise from his seat and take a moment to stretch his legs before striding to the mentioned terminal. Just before that, movement out of the corner of his vision caused him to pause, and he turned his head to see a small human child peeking at him from behind the back of a chair, a woman who was presumably its mother sitting in the next seat. Upon being spotted the youth gave a gasp and would duck, seemingly unaware that he could still see it. The child's mother would take notice of its antics and look at him, giving him an apologetic bow. "Oh, I'm sorry! He's just a curious boy." The woman would say, chuckling as she then looked up, craning her neck to look up into his eye lenses. As she got a good look at him, her expression furrowed in thought, before brightening as if she had just solved a puzzle. "I don't mean to be rude, but you're a.. Chozo right?"
Eresh would pause for moment before giving a nod in return. "Yes," his suits translation softwares' voice always felt odd to hear- it was modeled off his own vocal patterns in order to add more sincerity to the robotic echo- and he would inwardly grimaced once again. "I am. Apologies, but my name has just been called and I do not wish to be be of hindrance to the next prospective Hunter behind me." He would then give her a curt, yet subtly apologetic bob of his avian head as he began walking away.. just as the woman finished with "I understand, good luck! I'm just lucky to have gotten to see a Chozo in the flesh! Your people arent that easy to come by these days. Anyway, I hope your test goes well!"
The Chozo would raise a talon-ed hand and give a small wave of acknowledgment as he approached the terminal, and once he got to it he would sigh inwardly to himself at look at the devices touch screen- his suit working to translate the text into a more easily read form.
'Alright, here I go.'
[Alright, here is an in for whomever would like to pose challenges for the aspiring hunter as a sort of proctor, or a Galfed official who is overseeing things!]
The face that welcomed Silent Talon as he would approached was a translucent projected Alphinian; tall and lanky, hairless, with wide black orbs for eyes and a tiny mouth. Or at least, that was what the low grade computer program was presenting itself as. "Welcome to registration, bounty hunter. I am Tee-one-alpha-omni, a virtual intelligence that will process your registration and biometrics logging for the Galactic Federation Police database. The process should take no more than fifteen standard minute units to complete the registration forms and log the various requite biometric markers for your identification."
"Beginning species identification scans."
And that was when the first soft toned alert would go off. Minutes later, an actual living being would enter. Though armed as was standard for GFPD personal, they were keeping respectful space between themselves and the towering Mawkin. "Apologies for the intrusion, but…your DNA markers identified as...Chozo?"
The way the Q'roq'us hesitated as they referenced the species name was enough to convey the disbelief in their gravelly voice.
The appearance of the hologram would cause the Chozo to stop mid signature, and he would regard it for a moment, waiting for his suit to stop hiccuping before he responded to the VI. “Understood, thank you.”
He felt a little silly, being so polite to a Virtual Intelligence, but he would return to filling out the paperwork- pausing now and then as his translator attempted to find suitable translations for those rare few words the Chozia tongue didn’t possess equivalents to. As he continued to input the requested information such as: [Have you ever worked in a mercenary capacity before?], [Do you have experience in peace keeping and/or investigative work?], [If applicable, are there any prior criminal misdemeanors or felonies we should be made aware of? If yes, please provide case file information on form VII], he would get halfway finished with his application process as the GFPD officer approached him.
For a brief moment the Mawkin warrior felt a pulse of irritation at the interruption, but as he saw who was addressing him his mood shifted to a more calm, perplexed emotion. Composing himself, Eresh fully turned to face the officer, his red lens glinting in the overhead light as he bobbed his head and placed his right hand over his chest- a sign of respect.
“Yes, I am of the Chozo; Eresh Tarren.” His eyes narrowed as his translator gave the English translation of his name: Silent Talon.
The Qr'o'qus officer shook their saurian head quickly. "No, just...your kind haven't been seen in over thirty standard cycles, since before the first Kromus War, so the DNA markers were flagged for verification." They blinked as they took in the sight of the Mawkin, noticing just how tall the avian was. "I remember others of your kind being smaller, no offense meant."
After a long, possibly awkward, moment, the officer realized that they were holding up the Mawkin's processing. "Apologies again. I'll clear the data flags so you can continue with your registry. The Galactic Federation Police looks forward to your service, hunter."
A snapped salute of the left first over the officer's chest, and the Qr'o'qus was departed to allow Eresh further privacy for hi registration.
Ah, that war. While he had only heard second hand-accounts and read reports about it, he definitely had no love for the filthy insects that called themselves Kromus. They had recently attacked his kin and endangered his tribes plans for the Nest world, and that was unforgivable.
“I know of these.. Kromus. Unfortunately, my people were not present for that conflict, but we have had contact with them- sadly I’ve only had opportunity to remove a few of them from this realm.” While his tone was mostly measured, there was a hint of repressed animosity.. which faded when he registered the other part of the officer’s comment.
‘Smaller? Oh,’
And that was when Eresh gave a short, corvid-like series of guffaws- laughter.
“Like with most races in this vast universe, I believe you will find members of my kind in a variety of sizes as well, officer,” he continued, his tone a bit more mirthful than it had been before. “But I thank you, and may the Altar of Power grant you strength in the days ahead.”
And with those parting words, the Mawkin would turn his attention back to the console of the terminal and went back to filling out his application, finishing it a few minutes later.
After imputing Information into the last few brackets, he would pause as he saw that it asked for his planet of origin. His first thought was confusion: weren’t these sort questions near the start of an application usually? A moment later he would then enter the name of his planet. Giving the name, or worse coordinates of Ili Tarin Nalima without the authorization of Ash’kar, A’ten, or Na’kima was unacceptable. However.. the name of his original birth world? It was unlikely the Galactic Federation would have that world on file.. so that was what he imputed.
Fifteen minutes later his application was processed.. and with all the pomp an automated system could muster.. he was made aware that his application was approved- he was now an officially recognized bounty hunter by the Federation. A moment later his internal systems were bombarded with dozens of notifications, explaining several different files of follow-up material going over what he was and wasn’t legally authorized to do, various potential organizations and companies that often sponsored or hired bounty hunters, and a half dozen other packets of information he intended to go over later.
As he prepares to leave, he was surprised to run into the woman he had spoken with earlier once again, and she would give him a friendly smile.
“Oh, did your application get accepted?” She asked, prompting a curt nod from the Chozo.
“Great! Oh, in that case.. there’s a dive not too far from here that might be up your alley.”
His translator stalled for a moment as it tried to offer a proper translation- it kept translating ‘dive’ literally- jargon always was tricky for his suit to work around. Placing a hand on his chest, he gave a small bow of his head.
“Thank you, I would very much like to see what this.. dive is supposed to be like. I didn’t think there were any deep bodies of water near here.” He said, his tone light, but earnest.
That caused her to pause now, and her face reddened in embarrassment slightly.
“Oh god, I’m sorry! I meant dive as in a bar. You know, a cantina?”
“Oh- my apologies as well. My suit.. it’s still acclimating to your language.” Eresh replied, a faint hint of embarrassment coloring his response alongside hers.
The woman shook her head, smiling as she waved a hand dismissively. “It’s not big deal, I’m just sorry for throwing a verbal fastball- I mean a colloquialism that you weren’t familiar with. But anyway! Here’s the bars address”
She would then take a sticky pad from her pocket and write upon it, and handed the avian alien the small slip of paper.
Looking it over, he gave one more nod of appreciation.
“Thank you, miss..?”
“Macie! Macie Branagh!”
||And that will be where I’m calling this thread concluded!||