eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house

Comments

[lt_linguist]

Not exactly good for singing, and certainly not enjoyable to listen to for someone who has perfect natural pitch.

Besides, my job requires me to listen to space noise all the time. Why would I want to essentially do the same thing in my free time?

[lt_linguist]

Yes. Have you ever heard the birth of a star? I'm talking a literal, ball-of-gas-in-space star.

[lt_linguist]

See if you can find a recording some time. You'll never hear anything like it again.

[lt_linguist]

If I remember my history correctly, astronomers were recording sounds in space by the late twentieth century? You won't know unless you look for it.

[lt_linguist]

Of course.

[lt_linguist]

Maybe. Then again, maybe not.

[lt_linguist]

[Uhura actually thinks about this for a moment.]

Well, the worst they could do is say no, I suppose...

[She might not be thinking about exactly the same thing Paru is...]