Fuckin' Aliens

HAYDEN: Get into a fight.

"So, where's the fucking explanation?" You spit, the question sounding more blunt than you'd like.
"What do you want me to explain, genius?" Ghost barks back. "snarky" mentally noted.

You do weird gestures with your hands, but the decide the give the fuck up and go off of the first question you had since you laid eyes on those aliens.

"What the fuck are those?" You start, gesturing towards an alien.

Ghost nods her head.

"Wow. I'm sure we can both agree not even Einstein could solve this one. Whatever the fuck..," Ghost sighs, resigned from her sentence, "Well, They're called Trolls. The species, I mean. They come from a planet called Alternia, a violent place. They grew up with not parents but creatures assigned to them, and they have twelve to fourteen blood castes."

You listen to that with your mouth agape, not out of shock but more out of stupidity. "Huh."
You gesture towards the trolls again, "What the fuck do they speak? It clearly isn't English, so what the fuck is it?"
Ghost nods, "They speak a language called Alternian. I can speak and translate it for you. Anything else?"
"Well, duh, can you tell me what the fuck the guards are talking about?" You say, your words dripped in a caramel-sauce called sarcasm.

Ghost nods, looking at the trolls and trying to decipher what they're saying.
"They're talking about Alternian politics and... About a certain figure." Ghost says to you, the tone trying it's best to be laid-back and emotionless but you can tell it makes her think for at least a minute or two.

A guard looks at Ghost and snarls, then looks at you and says something and lets out something that sounds like a laugh.
Ghost doesn't accept this, and curses at them in Alternian. It isn't perfect, but it's tolerable to them, so they can understand, then swearing back at her.
The tempmarks on your legs that are related to Ghost radiate anger, you can feel it so well as if they're your own emotions. Ghost swears at them in Alternian, her brows furrowed tightly. She seems to be mocking them with the hand gestures she's making, but fuck if you'll ever know.
The guard sneers at her in disgrace, spitting something at her and Ghost shuts up. You wonder what that was about.
The anger radiating from the tempmarks fade away.

"Okay, sweet. Anything else you'd like to ask." Ghost adds flatly.
You consider this question for a second, then speak, "Yes, a few fucking "else"'s. First of all, what figure are they talking about?" You reply. You consider saying 'If you tell me shit I'll want to know it', but then decide not to.
"Well... Long story short, his name is Karkat Vantas. He's a mutantblood, descendant of The Signless and/or Sufferer. He's been leading a rebellion against the Alternian Empire for a while now. They're talking shit about him, stating things like "Who does he think he is?" and "What good does a Mutant have in this world?" and whatnot. And another long story short, the reason why is because Alternians (trolls) grew up in a world where their blood caste could get them murdered, used, or helmed. Whatever. But yeah." Ghost explains.

What the fuck did you just hear. Half of that you didn't understand, but you note "rebel leader" for remembrance later.

"Got it." You reply, even though you most definitely don't got it.
"Okay, anything else?" Ghost fact-checks. She sits on a slab, specifically a bed slab, and stretches.
You think for a moment, studying Ghost's figure. She seemed translucent. Like she wasn't real, but she clearly was real.
"Where did you come from?" You ask.
Ghost considers this. "That can come later. Anything else?"
Damn. You give up, man. She won't tell you shit.
But quickly, you feel a stomach-wrenching feeling coming from a tempmark. It's from around your ankle, a mark of stitches. Damn, it hurts too.
You wince, furrowing your eyebrows in sympathy. Whatever the fuck happened must have did something to her.
"Okay, I won't ask." You snort humorously after, wiping your face with your hand.
"Awesome. Great. Amazing. Wonderful." Ghost spits, her words drenched in sarcasm.