Andie had had enough of this passive-aggressive posturing. Fucking aliens, scabs and bludgers the lot of them, and their brainwashed human translators weren’t much better. Enough of this shit.
She stood toe to toe with the towering alien, finger raised to emphasise her point. “Listen mate – everyone here is working their arse off to provide you with your precious minerals. If you think for one minute I’m going to let you and your world-conquering mates run -” The rest of her sentence was drowned out by the arrival of a new voice.
“Cuz! There you are, cuz. Been looking all over for you, ey.” A large, tattooed arm clamps around Andie’s shoulders, squeezing warningly.
“What? Who are -” the arm squeezes even tighter, “- Ow! I mean, yes, hi. What can, what can I do for you?”
A toothy grin splits the face in her peripheral vision. “Need you to look at something down in Engineering, cuz. Something’s not working right – it’s rough as guts down there, needs your special touch.” His thick New Zealand accent was deliberately friendly, apologetic.
Her special touch? Andie was a department head – more politician than engineer these days, she thought bitterly. But she played along, aware that the furious chittering of the mineral-grubbing Scab towering over was quickly getting louder. “Right, yes – well, excuse me Scab – I mean sir. Duty calls. We can have this conversation later.”
She allowed herself to be steered away before muttering, “Or never, that works for me.”
A deep chuckle vibrates in the chest behind her. “I don’t disagree, for your sake, anyway mate. Getting a bit fired up there. You got a death wish, cuz? You know what happens to people that get in their way – you end up like that guy, brainwashed and blank.” He continued to steer them away from the still chittering alien, towards the lifts.
As soon as the lift doors closed behind them, Andie yanked herself out of the grip of her ‘rescuer’. “What the fuck was that? Everything was fine before you stuck your big tattooed nose into my damn business, mate. They were ready to back down, and you swooped in and fucking ruined it, arsehole.” She glared up at the wildly grinning Maori. Why did I have to be so tiny? She whinged internally. It’s so hard to be be taken seriously at 5’1″.
“Yeah, you’re welcome, cuz.”
“Will you stop it with the ‘cuz’! I know you’re from New Zealand but you can’t possibly talk like that.”
The grin grew wider. “Wot d’you mean, ey cuz? Bro, fush and chups, ey cuz? Cuz? Ey?”
The ding of the lift door opening distracted them long enough for Andie to hide the upward twitch of her lips.
Been a long time between posts, I know. I can’t seem to get around this block, but I am working towards a vague plan for a cohesive, lengthy story, maybe a novel. Apologies for the flagrant Australianisms and Kiwi-isms and the stereotyping – but aren’t they fun?