CHAPTER 6

Below the depths of engineering, there are multiple console stations on each side, a velvet carpet catwalk strung out to the plasma core. The core itself is instilled by copper bronze pillars. Encasing the plasma core as a whole. a bothered Gaelic Scottish woman could be seen, Alyth. Her ensemble has sporting freckles on her face while in tailored high-waisted trousers attached to her body are suspenders overlaying her buttoned navy cotton uniform, her lipstick is painted a deep maroon, red hue. Her hair is gracefully ginger. There is a particular scar that stretches around her right eye. Presently she is hauling the last loads of equipment in a cart. When a quantum utensil releases from her grip landing a fierce bash, stubbing her toes, she curses vulgarly, in a thick Scottish Gaelic accent then looked around as the fellow engineers stood and gave her irritated stares.

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“Ya' canny 'elp mah ya bawbags! Jaysus!” the Gaelic technician scored

The engineers retorted back grunting at her barely recognized her speech through her Gaelic accent, their faces sank but Her fellow Scotsman lends her a hand, she turns to the fellow engineers witnessing them still idling, staring at her predicament. She Desperately tries to convince the same Scotsman (who happens to have a different dialect) that her words are understandable.

“Ya 'ere me ya? Lad understands meh 'ight?” Alth desperately mentioned He paused briefly as he froze realizing even, he couldn't comprehend her terms; he reacted. "Cannae huvnen clue lass."

She bellows insulting any who's in her vicinity. “yer maw's git balls n yer da' loves it.” (Your mother has testicles and your father loves it.) The crowd of engineers laughed it off disregarding any understanding of the language then disperses, resuming their individual duties she storms off informing the captain loading is complete.