AVP Ultimate Prey 16

There were no corporation-owned vessels, Weyland-Yutani or otherwise, within range of Lisa's transmission. The next scheduled transit wasn't for nearly a solar week. She'd be long dead by the time it occurred, through whichever of her five paths eventually came to seem the most appealing.

But there was a ship. Its systems picked up the transmission automatically, running it through equally automated translation systems until words-not in English, nor in any language known to the human species-appeared on a dark display screen. Monitors tend to be the same whenever designed and constructed by a species that shares a similar visual wavelength, and so while nothing else on this ship might have been understood by human eyes, the control panel and associated displays were
perfectly comprehensible. A small light began to flash, and when no one came to check on it after a reasonable amount of time, an equally small alert began beeping in time. with the light, becoming impossible to ignore. One of the navigation crew appeared, walking out of the deeper corridors of the ship, mandibles flaring in annoyance.

This was an interruption, a distraction, and there was no possible way it could be worth the time it was taking away from his personal pursuits. He'd taken this posting in part because of the long stretches of time he'd have to himself, allowing him to focus on caring for his extensive collection of bladed weapons. They were primitive, to be sure, but they were oh-so-lovely, and their edges spoke of the elegance inherent to the physical universe. He looked at the screen, with its precise, unflinching translation of Lisa's words, most precisely at the section where she had attempted to haltingly, awkwardly describe something so singular that it was recognizable even through her imprecision and ignorance. He straightened, eyes suddenly bright, and turned to bellow two words into the depths of the ship before reprogramming their destination in the drive.

"Kiande Amedha!" he yelled, and everyone in range of his voice understood at once when the ship rumbled to life under their feet, when they felt the propulsion systems engage and shift them onto their new course. Onward they sailed, toward a greater hunt than any of them had dared to hope for on this relatively staid and predictable circuit of their established space.-ph.146-147 chpt.5