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The universal translator hadn't been able to decipher the writing on the wall. He supposed, though, that for the inhabitants of Krop Tor, that it wasn't really that unusual. You would think someone would have figured out something by now. Though, if Data or Avon had any advisement on the matter, they shouldn't be anywhere near this close to a black hole very well trying to discern some mysterious script from some ancient civilization.

Tiberius focused on his work, laser screwdriver held between his teeth as he dug into the open panel on the side of the ship. It was unfortunate, really, that his older brother (half-brother, anyway) hadn't had the opportunity to hear any of those stories. Sharing them second hand seemed somewhat insufficient.

...And really, it would be so much easier to work if those things stopped staring at him.

He slowly looked over at a small group of Ood, all holding their translators and seeming to be... waiting... for something. An order, perhaps? While he had to admit, the idea of something waiting on his beck and call made him feel delightfully important, something about it also was very unsettling. It made no sense for a race that developed naturally to exist simply for service. It was bad enough when the artificial ones, did.

Keeping his dark eyes on them warily, he picked the panel back up and replaced it. "I suppose you'll be expecting me to give you a command. I don't really have anything for you at the moment. I apologise." Throat was cleared, and he tucked the screwdriver into his pocket before tapping his communicator. "Varsh, I believe I've finished the repairs. I'm afraid I have a rather attentive audience, as well."