[Fuck typing with these claws.

Seriously.

Fuck it. It's taken Moonie three damned minutes just to tap out a short message.]

How do I translate these fucking transmissions? I don't speak English! Fuck shit

[She woke up with fingers on her hands. On most people it wouldn't be a big deal, but she hasn't had more than a tweak of feeling in them for years, discounting the masquerade. Moonie has also never been in the body of a man or thought she might ever, though sometimes, when she was human, she would wonder how much easier life would be if she'd ( Read more... )

[The communicator flicks on, heavy wheezing audible over the clicks and clacks of her claws as she fumbles the device. Moonie blesses the ship with a resounding snarl.]

Fucking scum-lickers!

Keep your luxuries. Whatever you are trying to do, I am not staying to be your bitch.

[Following that, also in German, is a vehement tirade of ( Read more... )