The biologist's name translated to something like 'Lipst' in English. He looked somewhat like a gorilla sized Alaskan king crab. Captain Teirney smiled inwardly at the thought that there would be a lot of good eating on this guy. The sobering thought occurred to her that he probably was thinking the same thing about her! One claw alone could literally cut her in half. She shook her head to rid her imagination of the image of a giant pincer on a platter coated in melted butter. She had to to fight down the urge to drool every time she looked at the Karpathian's claw.
This is an excerpt from 'The Bubble'. I've been rereading it to get myself back up to speed. I haven't written anything on it since last winter. Anyway, Lipst is one character who keeps cropping up, literally clawing his way up to the forefront of my imagination.
Lipst is a sweetheart of a guy ... uh, crab. Unfortunately, he lost one of his limbs in a terrible battle with a shape shifter. My brain has gotten sort of crowded with all the people ... uh, Elves ... critter type things, that populate the Peacock, a galaxy hopper, or star ship.
"Mother may I ... " I heard this collection of clicks and whistles inside my brain. I guess I can understand Karpathian-speak.
"Mother ... may I ask a favour?"
"Go ahead Lipst, what is it? "
"Well, you know I lost a leg in that battle with Balentine, after all, you wrote it."
"Yes, that's true. What about your missing leg?"
"Well, Mother ... may I have it back? I need to have it back. It's very important."
"Okay, but when it happened, you said you could get along alright without it."
"Yes, but something has changed since then. The limb loss has affected my relationship with Chrrrrt."
"Chrrrrt ... your mate?"
"Yes that one lost leg makes me lopsided. Apparently it makes me walk and sound funny."
"Chrrrrt says I walk with a wiggle of a giggle, whatever that means. She finds it hilarious. Every time I try to get near her, she laughs so hard she falls right over. This limb loss has decimated my love life! It really has me depressed."
I had to supress laughter myself. The poor thing sounded so mournful, that I couldn't help it. I must have an evil sense of humour to laugh at poor Lipst's plight.
"Okay, Lipst. I'll be back writing on your story soon, so I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you Mother, I appreciate that." Lipst sort of hip-hopped to the back of my brain, as I let go with a barage of giggles, at the funny sound he made when he walked.