Quandary Resolution 7678
parley, mirative, yahoo, Avesta, n.
There was clearly no time to parley: the crew of the ship hurried to their posts, leaving Elginbrod floating in mid-air; he heard a cry of "Yahoo!" and an awareness of something mirative, but had no time to work out what, but then his subconscious mind revealed to him the source of the original language spoken over the ship's loudspeakers: it was Avestan! did that mean that Zoroaster had come from Mars, or Martians from ancient Iran? but before he could unwrap the conundrum, a series of shudders, gasps, whistles, plunges and soaring thrusts were followed by a sudden drop, followed by metallic clanging and he was unceremoniously whisked out of the ship and into a vast hangar, then suddenly dropped onto the floor; a pale, almost transparent man, or man-like figure, grasped his two wrists and pulled him to his feet "welcome to the Red Planet, Mr Elginbrod, please accept the apologies of Captain Sun Yat-Soo; in an emergency situation all protocols require the locking of the ship and immediate return to base – unfortunately the trip took 92 of your planet's seconds, so the Captain is explaining the delay to the Commodore, and will visit you shortly; come with me to his quarters," and Elginbrod stumbled after him, his relative lightness here, making him feel clumsy and his walk rather bouncier than he was used to! as he began to walk more confidently he asked: "who or what are you, and how do you speak English?!" a tinkling laugh was followed by: "my name is Angus, an acronym in Martian, I am the essence of one of the greatest philologists of the Red Planet and I am fluent in every known language of the Universe, but rarely get the chance to use any outside of the Milky Way, please step this way, Captain Sun Yat-Soo will be with you in 23.7 seconds."