prompt 1 aliums

Extraterrestrials are not unknown to Tiberius, especially as he himself is one. The scrin are common enough in his travels, but these are different. True enough, they actually care about hockey. A winged arm extends itself, the gesture unclear. To a human, it would seem a greeting. But to another species, it could mean something entirely different. Without shared language, diplomacy hangs on a whim of fate. Perhaps fate has already made her bets with such a serendipitous arrangement. Tiberius is, after all, the only other known alien. He cycles through his mind, trying to form a bond between him and the unknown creature. page after page turns as he searches for language that might be known to him. With that failing, he probes his own mind for scrin memories. Perhaps these are known to them? Ahh fuck it, no one lives forever. The aliens seem dazed at his mental assault, but are none the wiser. He grasps the claw and to his surprise, it shakes in return. So, some human gestures are known to them. Next step, can they hold a stick?