(OOC: Before you post here, check out Deadspace in Misc. Homemade Ideas unless you already know what it is. If you don't like science fiction, get outta here, ya' barmy krudge!)
"F**k! Blerm, wees tha cahgoe?! Ah need deh boksez!"
"Ah shootz yeh oop, Denb! Ah beh gooin on break!"
"Dahmn yah, yah bahmy krudge! Yeh ghot noo break! Dis cahgoe need goin teh deh Baron ehn a fyeh owahs!"
Shouts in the hideous accent and decayed grammar of the worker's pidgeon echoed about the shipyard, bouncing and mingling throughout the docked starships. Taliesin stepped from his small Stingray-class cutter ship, Gwion, into the bizarre, dark brown-red light of the Ghede sun. The shipyard was a collection of ugly shadows in the Ghede star's bloody twilight. Night was deeper than black here on Ghede, but only offworlders, like Taliesin, who hailed from the far-off system of Ceridwen, had to wear night-vision lenses, as the Ghedeans themselves had powerful night eyesite from living in the blood-red light of the sun of Ghede.
Well, Taliesin, here you are. Delta Ghede. he thought to himself. The Birdhead ran a hand through his feathers and looked down on the cargo haulers, burly Dogheads who shouted out at each other in the ugly dialect.
"K'moon, yeh krudges, woork eht oop! Wey beh gettin eh foyve-pahsent coomishin oon dis johb!" roared the headman, a vicious looking Doghead with brown-black fur, rotten, black, and gapped teeth, and an ear torn of at the middle.
"Well, I'd better get started." Taliesin said to himself, switching on his night-vision lenses.
The black, black Ghede night-time was coming.