You decide to ask that giant, gorilla alien about the Giglin. There doesn't seem to be any harm in saying that you're looking for one. And you're pretty sure you won't commit an alien faux pas doing that much. You approach the stall, glancing at his wares. Their meaning isn't obvious to you, they all look like randomly shaped baubles or spheres. You wonder if he's selling paper weights or door stops, or if these little things actually do anything.
"Ah, my good sentient!" His voice rumbles in a low but clear tone. While you're distantly aware that what he's actually saying is nothing like a human language, your translator muffles the original and reproduces it in your ears as flawless English. "Can I interest you in an Aequ'ulan pleasure sphere? It is guaranteed to titillate and please to the desired effect of its owner, and the price is very reasonable. I also have an assortment of massagers that should be quite compatible with your humanoid archetype."
Oh no, you think to yourself, is my first run in with an alien at a sex toy kiosk? You look at his objects again with a somewhat renewed understanding, and with a flustered look he probably doesn't pick up on, attempt to get straight to your question. "Ah… not at the moment. Actually, I was hoping you could direct me somewhere. I'm trying to meet a Giglin. I know they visit this station, and I'd be grateful if you could direct me to one."
The alien wiggles its nose in an odd gesture that you think is surprise. "A Giglin!" he exclaims. "If that's who you're trying to find, you don't need my wares, do you?" He seems disappointed, but also it's almost as if he's looking at you more respectfully all of a sudden. Although that question makes you wonder a number of things. "There's a Giglin ship in isolation docking level 6. No one's seen more than one of them at once lately, so she may be alone. But you never know with Giglin." You thank the alien for his assistance, and begin to turn away. "Just be careful, will you? No offense, but you don't look like a species with a ton of…" he searches for the right word for a moment. "Stamina." You can't help but glare at that comment, but thank him again and head off.
The station is thankfully well marked, and Erin helpfully translates the alien script for you, relaying its instructions as you go. As you walk through the large station, you at least start to get the hang of the numbering system: simple horizontal slashes, then verticals, base 12… you think you're getting the hang of it. At least until it gets into triple digits, anyway. The attempt to learn the numbers keeps your mind occupied as you wander the halls, moving from the crowded alien bazaar to a much emptier area of the station. Well, he did say it was isolation docking, and the Giglin apparently like to keep to themselves. But what was he implying earlier? 'Don't need my wares?! Stamina?!'
Finally arriving at Isolation Bay 6, you find one ship in its spacious hangar. Assuming it to be the Giglin's vessel, you look it over. It reminds you of a Ferrari back on Earth: it's sleek, curvy in all the right places, and looks expensive as hell. It's painted or made from a pitch black material, which would be almost impossible to get a visual on in space. But here in the well lit hangar, its impressive to look at, and you can't help giving it another look over.
Suddenly, you feel the presence of someone behind you. Turning around, you see a figure covered in a loose black cloak, obscuring its form. However, you notice two small, red antennae poking out from the top of the cloak. A Giglin! "What are you doing here? What business do you have with me?" The Giglin asks you in a feminine voice. Despite the stern tone, that voice is like honey, sweet and seductive. Something in it makes you want to answer her question immediately. Not that you wouldn't anyway.
"H-hello!" you say, taking a more formal stance. "I am a human, from a planet called Earth. My people have discovered that the Giglin occupy space near our worlds." You tell her. 'Worlds' is a slight embellishment, Earth is really the only habitable one we have. But still, it doesn't hurt to count Mars just to get to that plural. "I have been sent as an representative of my species in order to establish relations with the Giglin. We want to coexist with you in peace." You tell her this, feeling nervous at the important moment, and wait for her reaction.
She seems to listen to you impassively. "Relations, is it?" The Giglin asks with what seems to be a wry tone. "I have never heard of your people. Interesting. I shall give you what you ask." Her tone is short, but doesn't seem negative to you. In fact, it sounds like she's agreed to exactly what you want! You notice movement under her cloak, one of her four arms moving as if reaching for something.
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