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1. EVERYTHING STARTS
Thirty years, by the spinning of faraway Earth around its star. Thirty short Earth-years that translate to the full lifespan of the beings born on a planet that runs much quicker around its own star, home planet to ship builders of renown well beyond their solar system.
A long life.
The names of the Captain and the Engineer never left that faraway world, kept safe among the People (as they called themselves) when the two set forth with their incredible ship. It held unprecedented technology, even for their race's innovative builders. An engine that ran by manipulating probability... a successful design could open up so many possibilities.
Those glorious futures are bright in the Captain's eyes as she pilots her vessel. The Engineer, on the other hand, is content with what's already come and gone, more determined to see the end of their journey through with dignity. It is an end, after all; thirty Earth-years and the ship builders pass on to whatever awaits the mind when the body stops working. One last, beautiful trip.
They are who oversee this strange situation. After their ship's malfunction, finding fresh cargo in their ship was surprise enough. Discovering that they had picked up living beings completely foreign to this part of the galaxy was even more strange. The further discovery that these creatures were, in fact, foreign to this entire universe if the readouts were to be believed... well. It wasn't impossible. But it was improbable.
The Captain was the first to take charge, as she had to, becoming the first to attempt to soothe and steady the unlucky travelers. She had always been the more outgoing of the two of them.
Two solitary fingers and a near-as-long thumb rise on a hand dappled with pores. Patience, the Captain urged, waiting for all to be safely roused. Patience, she said, without any mouth or voice at all, and the thoughts chimed like bells in the minds of the strangers. Tiny flame-like flickers of light lingered at her temples as she used her thought-speech to communicate.
An image blossomed in the head-spaces of her audience, a (hopefully) welcoming image of herself and her crewmate. Her species was tall and lithe, nearly eight feet in height. Their clothing carried the same elegant, almost carved-looking swirling texture as their skin, and their skirts flowed all the way down their bodies to swirl on the ground, hiding any notion of feet.
< Hello, strangers! You may have noticed that you are no longer at the where you were expecting to be at! >
The tone of her "voice" became sheepish as she continued. Lingering behind her, the Engineer seemed to glower as best as one could without eyebrows or a mouth to really sell the expression.
The Captain started to pace, and this only accentuated her truly alien nature. Her limbs curved like willow branches swaying in the wind, like there were fewer bones than there ought be in her body.
< There has been a problem with some experimental transportation technology, and it looks like we're all going to be housemates for a little while. >
She continued with a full explanation of the circumstances through which the travelers had been pulled to this universe.
< The long and short story is that we're stuck here together until we can get the ship running again to take us all back to our home planet, where we can get you back to your home universes. In order to do that, though, the Ship needs material in order to grow. Your assistance in gathering said material would be appreciated. We've landed on the planet Canagan, and there should be plenty around. Just ask the locals. They'll be able to tell you more about that.
The exit to the ship is marked by the red lights. The mess hall is marked by blue. I will be waiting there if you have any further questions. >
She finished her speech with the mental equivalent of a winky emoticon.
< That was an inelegant introduction, > remarked the Engineer.
< Well we have to show that we're friendly somehow! > The Captain sent her a thought-speak pouty face, and got silence in return. While the Engineer tried to retreat, she was held off by her partner. They needed to linger, to support these strangers how they can.
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A long life.
The names of the Captain and the Engineer never left that faraway world, kept safe among the People (as they called themselves) when the two set forth with their incredible ship. It held unprecedented technology, even for their race's innovative builders. An engine that ran by manipulating probability... a successful design could open up so many possibilities.
Those glorious futures are bright in the Captain's eyes as she pilots her vessel. The Engineer, on the other hand, is content with what's already come and gone, more determined to see the end of their journey through with dignity. It is an end, after all; thirty Earth-years and the ship builders pass on to whatever awaits the mind when the body stops working. One last, beautiful trip.
They are who oversee this strange situation. After their ship's malfunction, finding fresh cargo in their ship was surprise enough. Discovering that they had picked up living beings completely foreign to this part of the galaxy was even more strange. The further discovery that these creatures were, in fact, foreign to this entire universe if the readouts were to be believed... well. It wasn't impossible. But it was improbable.
The Captain was the first to take charge, as she had to, becoming the first to attempt to soothe and steady the unlucky travelers. She had always been the more outgoing of the two of them.
Two solitary fingers and a near-as-long thumb rise on a hand dappled with pores. Patience, the Captain urged, waiting for all to be safely roused. Patience, she said, without any mouth or voice at all, and the thoughts chimed like bells in the minds of the strangers. Tiny flame-like flickers of light lingered at her temples as she used her thought-speech to communicate.
An image blossomed in the head-spaces of her audience, a (hopefully) welcoming image of herself and her crewmate. Her species was tall and lithe, nearly eight feet in height. Their clothing carried the same elegant, almost carved-looking swirling texture as their skin, and their skirts flowed all the way down their bodies to swirl on the ground, hiding any notion of feet.
< Hello, strangers! You may have noticed that you are no longer at the where you were expecting to be at! >
The tone of her "voice" became sheepish as she continued. Lingering behind her, the Engineer seemed to glower as best as one could without eyebrows or a mouth to really sell the expression.
The Captain started to pace, and this only accentuated her truly alien nature. Her limbs curved like willow branches swaying in the wind, like there were fewer bones than there ought be in her body.
< There has been a problem with some experimental transportation technology, and it looks like we're all going to be housemates for a little while. >
She continued with a full explanation of the circumstances through which the travelers had been pulled to this universe.
< The long and short story is that we're stuck here together until we can get the ship running again to take us all back to our home planet, where we can get you back to your home universes. In order to do that, though, the Ship needs material in order to grow. Your assistance in gathering said material would be appreciated. We've landed on the planet Canagan, and there should be plenty around. Just ask the locals. They'll be able to tell you more about that.
The exit to the ship is marked by the red lights. The mess hall is marked by blue. I will be waiting there if you have any further questions. >
She finished her speech with the mental equivalent of a winky emoticon.
< That was an inelegant introduction, > remarked the Engineer.
< Well we have to show that we're friendly somehow! > The Captain sent her a thought-speak pouty face, and got silence in return. While the Engineer tried to retreat, she was held off by her partner. They needed to linger, to support these strangers how they can.
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OTA
ALIENS?!] E-ehh–!?
[there is one (1) shrimpy football player, helmet and all, still sitting up on his knees and gawking around, shaking out of the daze the speech in his head caused.
this is aliens, right? just not. not the human ones overseas. not those guys. other planets? spaceship? how hard to believe...
his fingers clunk on the side of his helmet in an absent attempt to scratch his head.]
That...that can't be right...?
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Signs of disorientation, distress, even shock. Could be simple confusion from situation, might be symptom of serious medical condition. Odd protective gear. Too light to be military or police equipment- sporting items, maybe? Interesting.
[Mordin pauses, inhales, then activates a glowing yellow thingy on his arm and starts waving it over Sena.]
Greetings. Please don't be alarmed. Performing medical scan- just making sure you're all right.
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[he freezes up real quick, his eyes behind the colored visor wider and wider, as if liable to pop out of his face. it's one thing to watch an alien on some kind of TV, another thing to hear talking in his skull, and a whole different thing to have one now in his face!
scary...scary! scary as Hiruma? m-maybe. perhaps?
well, now, putting it that way...]
Uhh– [his teeth chatter, he gulps, putting both arms at his sides (well, mostly; one has a football tucked under it)] Uh? [huh?] Y-you're one of them?
[scan? medical scan? this isn't going to involve a probe, is it?]
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No. Not part of this ship's crew. Likely arrived the same way you did.
[Mordin finishes his scan, shuts off the tool, lowers his arm.]
Appear to be fine... physically. Experiencing any dizziness? Nausea?
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[just. sweaty and panicky, and not only for suddenly being in the weirdest place he couldn't ever imagine, talking with the weirdest thing he's never thought of before. any excess adrenaline that isn't from this shock is from having been running out on the field, in the middle of a game.
he's going to really worry about the repercussions of suddenly vanishing in the middle of an important play later, though.
in the here and now, though...work, little brain, work:]
Same way I did...?
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Announcement mentioned experimental transportation technology. Curious as to how it works. Transportation of this type theoretically impossible. Might be lying. Need more data- only way to find out.
[Meet Mordin Sena- science is always the answer. And sometimes violence.]
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[his speech patterns may exclude a few things that Sena's not quite sure he can pinpoint right now; it just makes it seem like he's talking faster than he can follow, somehow. chalk it up to half of his attention really still stuck on watching a real live talking alien instead of listening to a real live talking alien.
there's a pretty lengthy beat before Sena startles himself into actually responding.] –!! Data, you said? You mean...investigating?
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[On some level Mordin knows he should probably tone it down a little for this teenager's benefit, but he also knows that it's a pointless consideration. Trying to slow down his mouth is like putting brakes on the high-speed locomotive that is his brain- a bad idea regardless of the reasons behind it. Can't cage the beast, man. Fish gotta swim, bird gotta fly.]
Sorry- neglected introduction. Professor Mordin Solus. [He gives a little greeting nod.] Species known as Salarians. Mean you no harm.
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sheepishly, Sena's hand goes up to reach the back of his helmet before hesitating, remembering his manners, and instead offering a bow in return.]
Uh, ni-nice to meet you! I'm Sena. Kobayakawa Sena! [this time, straightening up, his hand does reach the back of his head.] Uhm...Human!
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Hello, Sena. Naming order and mannerisms indicate Japanese cultural background- correct?
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Ye-yes! How did you know...?
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Familiar with humans. Learned much about your cultures. Your planet unique in level of cultural diversity. Might be related to humanity's genetic variations as well. Fascinating topic. Have thought about writing a paper on possible linkages.
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a...a paper? that almost sounds like schoolwork. maybe if Mamori were here, she'd be more helpful for that kind of thing...]
I never even knew there were aliens! I, I mean...there's a team called the Aliens, but that's different!
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Understand this must be disorienting. Surprise and confusion natural upon first contact with new sentient species. Predict you'll get used to it, though. Rapid adaptation a common trait among your race.
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rapid...adaptation, huh...]
Is...that why you're so calm? Rapid adaptation...
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Somewhat worried, of course. Accidental transportation, possible abduction... problematic.
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[that's a problem.]