The Chief was very okay with not sharing memories, neither of them has a good background for it, and let Wash take the lead on talking around that one. Wash is good at that, he's not.
He eyes the stone circle with light skepticism. They've seen other people use them by now, but the Chief has never been much for ceremony. Oh well. It's weird, this whole thing is weird for him, but "weird" is not the worst mission parameter he's had by far.
"I can go first," he says, stepping forward. Might as well get it over with, though he knows better than to say that in front of the Olumites. They have work to do out there, and the Chief's never been cut out for vacationing. (Especially when he's faking it while there's work to do.) Wash can come in with him, or wait. Either outcome is fine by him.
As he enters, the stones start to hum softly. A melody begins to rise, something that moves most in the low registers and carries steadily as different, higher tones thread in and out. Despite occasional clashes, it's very stable, almost serene in a way. Occasionally a sorrowful or a triumphant note creeps in, but they're brief. It's not a song that lingers.
The Chief listens, brow slightly furrowed, trying to decide what he thinks of it. It's not like it means anything, it's an alien stereo system trying to read him. But that doesn't exactly give him a road map for response.
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He eyes the stone circle with light skepticism. They've seen other people use them by now, but the Chief has never been much for ceremony. Oh well. It's weird, this whole thing is weird for him, but "weird" is not the worst mission parameter he's had by far.
"I can go first," he says, stepping forward. Might as well get it over with, though he knows better than to say that in front of the Olumites. They have work to do out there, and the Chief's never been cut out for vacationing. (Especially when he's faking it while there's work to do.) Wash can come in with him, or wait. Either outcome is fine by him.
As he enters, the stones start to hum softly. A melody begins to rise, something that moves most in the low registers and carries steadily as different, higher tones thread in and out. Despite occasional clashes, it's very stable, almost serene in a way. Occasionally a sorrowful or a triumphant note creeps in, but they're brief. It's not a song that lingers.
The Chief listens, brow slightly furrowed, trying to decide what he thinks of it. It's not like it means anything, it's an alien stereo system trying to read him. But that doesn't exactly give him a road map for response.