“Security! Security!” The frantic voice of one of the winged species echoed over the comms, high and piercing.
Under normal circumstances the Shatar currently at the security desk would have found the tones annoying at it echoed off of his frill and gave him a pounding headache. He idly wondered if skulls made of true bone resounded less to high frequency noise. Today of all days, this forty-second interruption of his office duties, it made him want to sick his blessed grandmothers on the irritating little scientist.
“There is a medical emergency in the human’s quarters,” the flitting little scamp cried out.
A horrible, low moan of pain filled the sound waves over and around the high frequency language of the Hellbats. Oh how he wanted to dismiss the interruption with a click of his mandibles. However there were rules and regulations for a reason. This might be different than every other call today. It might actually be a medical emergency unrelated to the sounds.
“Please give me the details,” he said curtly.
“There is the most horrible groaning and howling noises coming from the secondary work room,” the Hellbat declared.
The Shatar on security duty rubbed the ridges around his faceted eyes with a sigh and carefully took the details. When he had enough, and the Hellbat paused, he interjected quickly.
“These sounds have already been investigated and explained,” the Shatar clicked out. “The humans are performing a medical relaxation ceremony to disrupt the buildup of,” he checked the notes the human medical professional had given him, “lactic acid in their muscles. They have assured me the sounds are a necessary part of the massage.”
There was almost a pause as the Hellbat considered his words.
“Did they run out of painkillers?” the Hellbat asked. “Do they need us to fire up the chemical mixers?”
“It was explained to me,” the Shatar said. “That the procedure not only required full sensory alertness but that it was, in totality, pleasurable.”
“So will this be going on for some time?” the Hellbat asked cautiously.
“Several more hours,” the Shatar said grimly. “Each human apparently gets a turn under the care of the masseuse.”
“It is a lovely day outside,” the Hellbat offered. “I think the flight will rest out in the forest.”
“There is a small camp set up out there already,” the Shatar stated with a sigh. “I am the only non-human left in the base.”
“Hopefully your office is soundproofed,” the Hellbat said before signing off, without using the proper procedure.
“It is,” the Shatar muttered to himself. “Now if only no more concerned crewmates open the comm lines.”