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conversations.value: Mek!: This is a closed RP between Cuddler and Mek.~ PROXIMA CREED ~Foreword:The contents of this thread contains a science fiction story written in collaboration between Cuddler and myself.This is a turn based collaborative story, which is set on an alien world  in the distant future. All content posted in this thread is the sole  property of the original author or artist and is used here for the  purpose of entertainment only. The content included within may contain  fictional scenes of a sexual nature, moderate fantasy violence, magic,  descriptions of nudity and sexual acts involving characters of all ages.  This story may also refer to controversial themes such as racism,  sexism, ageism and the environment. If any of this content may offend  you in any way, please click away from this thread now. However,we welcome all who wish to read along as the events unfold, but please  do not post here without permission.Request:Please do not post comments in this thread. While we love reading all your comments and appreciate them very much, Cuddler and I would prefer it if this thread could be kept clear.There will be no OOC posts or comments made here.If you wish to make comments, suggestions and give feedback then please send a PM to us or comment using the forum's Reputation feature. Thank youEncyclopedia:The post below entitled United Earth Navy Encyclopedia contains all knowledge relevant to the story that follows. It will be  used primarily as a reference guide during the story for Cuddler and I to follow. However, it will also  include pictures, diagrams and explanations that may help you understand  the story in more detail as you are reading it. In particular, it contains some explanations about the science behind the story, and also some additional background details about the characters. Information contained within spoiler boxes  does include story spoilers and should not be viewed unless you have  already finished reading the story so far.Note: This post will be updated with more information whenever required.
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conversations.value: Mek!: UNITED EARTH NAVY~ ENCYCLOPEDIA ~Planets:Sol System:Situated in the Orion Arm of the spiral galaxy known as The Milky Way, its star hosts nine planets and two asteroid belts.Venus:Second planet in the Sol System. Human scientific research facility and orbital platform, from which the Silverbird was launched.Earth:The third planet in the Sol System, Earth rotates around it's star every 365.4 days. Populated by over nine billion native species including Humans, the only known sentient species.Supported by a nitrogen oxygen atmosphere where seventy percent of the planet's surface is covered by water.Sol d - EarthMars:The forth planet, often called the Red Planet. It is populated by twenty million humans and more than ten thousand other non native species. The Starbird Project was located on the Mars Orbital Platform, along with an oriental restaurant called The Golden Bird.Centauri System:A trinary star system consisting of a central binary twins called Alpha Centauri and a transiting red dwarf star that orbits binary pair. The dwarf star is generally referred to as Proxima Centauri due to being the closest star to Sol.Alpha Centauri Cb:The largest planet that orbits Proxima Centauri and closest to its star, Proxima as it is more commonly known,isslightly larger than Earth. The planet is tidal locked andbombarded by solar radiation with levels estimated at four thousand times higher than Earth and is thought to be uninhabitable.However, in the early 24th Century a generational colony ship traveling from Earth to a far distant solar system crashed on the planet and discovered that life was surviving on the surface inside habitable biospheres.Alpha Centauri Cb - ProximaPrimary Characters:Lieutenant Roq Dalzor:An officer of the United Earth Navy number LWC3408L515RAQ. Roq is an experienced pilot who was selected as a test pilot for the Starbird Project. Born on the Vesta mining colony, he is a divorced man in his mid thirties and has a daughter.Dr Pierre Marten:Genius engineer Pierre developed the prototype Alcubbiere engine and has been hailed as the inventor of superluminal space travel. He is a single male from Earth who regards himself as married to his work.Aurora:A talented young Lanari woman who helped Pierre. She is tasked with protecting the forest lands in the north and has trained as an ambassador for her people. She has a pet Kyuboora called Faraz.Sophia Westmore:The oldest surviving Human on Proxima. She was born to a family of farmers and was just four years old when the colony ship crashed. She is a headstrong woman who became an outcast from the colony and is often referred to as a witch, as she practices more traditional forms of herbal medicine from her small cottage in the north east.Isuelde:A girl of nine who's parents were Lanarii, but when her parents were killed Isuelde was raised by her grandmother, Sophia.Other Characters:Jenifer Luz:Roq's ex wife. She left him for a younger woman and moved to Earth after they divorced, taking his daughter and pet sloth.Isabelle Dalzor:Roq's daughter. She is eleven and wants to be a pilot like her father.Elthryn Westmore:The daughter of Sophia and mother of Isuelde. She married a Lanarii and completed the transformation ritual. But she and her husband were killed by the Centaurii shortly after Isuelde was born.Arthur Caddington:One of the original colonists, he discovered a medical chamber within the alien ruins and became the first Lanarii. Arthur was from a group who left Earth to practice paedophilia.Ships:La Centauri Grand Solaris:Agenerational colony ship that departed Earth in 2248 destined for the solar system Gliese 832, approximately 16 light years from Earth. It was to use the Proxima Centauri star for a slingshot to it's destination, but solar flares caused damage to the ship and it crashed on the planet in the year 2320.Capisson Command Module:This small type of vessel was designed as a cargo tug  that was decommissioned by the United Earth Navy in 2416AD. Four modified variants were issued to the Starbird Project to be used for a variety of roles. They were named Blackbird, Silverbird, Goldenbird and Bigbird.Starbird X11 Bluebird:This vessel was the first working prototype of the Alcubbiere Drive and  became the first unmanned vessel to travel faster than the speed of  lightin 2412AD.. Subsequent developments of this experimental vessel led to the  construction of two more, near identical vessels. However, it was the engine that had been  fitted on the Bluebird that was eventually used for the X14 Silverbird,  although it received numerous modifications and upgrades from the  original record breaking test flight.Starbird X11 BluebirdStarbird X12 Goldenbird:Engine test bedStarbird X13 Bigbird:Starbird X14 Silverbird:This vessel was designed to be the first crewed vessel to travel faster than the speed of light.The X14 was fitted with the third prototype design of the Alcubbiere Drive engine. The ship was constructed with a modular  design, which was comprised of a modified version of the original X11  prototype and a second, specially adapted Capisson command module that was  fitted for two crewmembers. It was constructed with a modular design,  powered by two fusion reactors, which was connected to the command module via a narrow crawlspace.Starbird X14 SilverbirdCutaway view showing the interior compartments of the vesselLocations:Map:This link contains a map of the Proxima Centauri B colonyCrash Site:The place where the Silverbird crashed.Centauria:Human city built around the remains of the colony ship. Part of the ship's structure landed across the river, creating a dam.Lanar:The main settlement of the Lanarii.Sophia's Cottage:A small, rustic building build from wood and clay with a thatched roof. It has three rooms, with a bedroom either end and a kitchen and living area between. It is home to Sophia and Isuelde.Aurora's Home:The house where Aurora lives.Species:Human:This species are regarded as the most invasive, destructive species ever encountered. Humans are native to Earth, but have colonised two other planets, along with several moons and asteroids.Centauri:The Human survivors of the generational colony shipLa Centauri Grand Solarisare known on Proxima as Centaurii. The atmosphere within the biodome and the lower gravity has had some genetic effects on the Centaurii population.Lanari:A subspecies of Centaurii created when Arthur Caddington inadvertantly activated an medical pod inside a ruined alien structure, and others soon followed. Lanarii have longer life spans, can control their reproductive cycles and possess some limited telepathic and telekinetic abilities. Their skin appears to glow when they are happy.Kyuboora:An indiginous arborial creature, reptilian in nature with long ears and short fur. They can grow to about four feet long and although they can be quite mischievious they are extremely friendly.Artifacts:Pilot's Tablet:This device is a portable computer used for navigation and mission planning. It contains a limited database of useful information and can connect to other computer networks.Type 40 Gauss Rifle:A projectile firearmTerrapod:An all terrain personnel carrier designed for use on low atmosphere planets. The Terrapod was withdrawn from service with the United Earth Navy in 2357. Three of these vehicles were aboard the colony ship.Note: This post is a work in progress and will be updated regularly with new information as it becomes available.
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conversations.value: Mek!: Ano: 2418ADThe lights flickered and then went out. Darkness shrouded all that could previously be seen, leaving only dull, blunt sensations like the throbbing headache that filled his mind. Roq had blacked out, consciousness lost for how long he could not tell.Location: UnknownStars, tiny distant spots of light shone through the canopy, drifting on a slow axial rotation. The only illumination between the great emptiness of space, reaching out as though directing their brilliant light toward him from the far corners of the galaxy. His eyes blurred, dizzy or perhaps just unfocused. The stars had moved, he dimly recalled, for he did not recognise their patterns any longer. More likely it had been the ship that had moved, for that was the intent after all. But where they were, Roq could not tell.In the vast vacuum of space sound cannot travel, but within a craft every noise carries. Yet for a long, agonizing moment there was total silence. Even the bleating alarms had lost their shrill voices. It may not have been for more than an instant, but in the terrifying darkness of space it could so easily have been an eternity. Even the steady vibration of the engine gone. Were the engines still there, still functioning only to have died away as the power failed, or had some darker fate befallen them. An explosion, or rather a vague memory of one stirred his deepest fears. At least the breaking thrusters had fired as intended, that much was certain, but there was little else that Roq could be certain of. The small, two man craft had come through its journey, rough though it had been, but without power it was impossible to tell how bad the damage was. The immediate concern was getting the backup power systems online. Roq was still breathing, but how long that would last was dependent on the systems of the ship.The forward compartment of the vessel was a small, cramped space just big enough to contain the seat in which Roq was strapped into. It was a sealed cockpit, pressurized with its own internal support, computerized control systems and much identical to the second compartment behind where the engineer was likewise seated. It provided air, water and nutrients to keep him alive, but little else. The tight space was further reduced by the bulk of his protective suit, helmet and additional oxygen pack, all of which was designed to keep him alive in the event of an emergency, but it did nothing to ease his sense of claustrophobia. Roq Dalzor was an experienced pilot, an officer of the United Earth Navy, but he was more accustomed to piloting military shuttles between stations and asteroids, much larger vessels that carried cargo and passengers. Why he had volunteered for this assignment, he was no longer certain. Perhaps it had been a moment of madness, or the resurrection of a boyhood desire, childish dreams of exploring the unknown galaxy far beyond the edge of his native solar system. It had been nothing more than a pipe dream, the impossible goal of a boy who longed to be a pilot. At least he had achieved that much, but he had never expected his wildest dream to come true until he had been assigned to the Starbird project.Starbird was a classified development program purposed to construct and test a new type of spaceship, one that could travel faster than the speed of light. It was a crazy concept, attempting something that had for centuries been deemed impossible, madness caused by the work of fantasy stories upon impressionable minds, ranked up there with those who believed in the existence of aliens, ghosts and higher spiritual powers. For his part, Roq only believed in that which he could touch or see with his own eyes. The concept behind Project Starbird however, had not been quite as bonkers after all. The first prototype, the X11 had been an unmanned test bed for the new engine design and had been extremely and surprisingly successful. The human race had finally, and miraculously created a way of traveling faster than light. Unfortunately, propelling an actual person at that speed had turned out to be an even more difficult step. The intricate details Roq did not know much about and understood less, but he knew his role and what it meant. The success of his mission would mean he, Lieutenant Dalzor, would be the first human to travel at the speed of light. The question was, had he been successful, for in that moment he could not tell.Without power, without instruments and the ship's computers it was impossible to know the answers to any of the many questions that filled his mind. With effort and more than a little pain, he was able to turn his head, first to the right and then to the left. The canopy curved down on either side, triple layered plexiglass windows mounted within strong support struts that formed three triangular windows, one in front of the canopy and one to either side. The one in front had not provided anything more than a lot of far off stars, and to his dismay neither did the window to the starboard side. Indeed he was quite prepared to find nothing on the port side either. It was difficult therefore to believe his eyes, no matter the truth before them when he looked beyond the port window. Where he expected stars to be was the edge of planet, a mix of burnt orange and brown hues looming large on the ship's port rear quarter. Roq had traveled to all of the inner planets of the solar system and most of the moons too, he had even been out as far as the Neptune Research Facility. The planet he was staring at though, did not look remotely like any of them. In fact, it did not resemble any astral body he recognised at all. Thick, dark clouds could be seen over a rocky surface, but it looked nothing like Mars and it certainly was not Earth. More worryingly, it appeared to be growing closer.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: (Hello. I know that Mek said there  wouldn't be any OOC posts here, but I just wanted to say something real  quick. If your find that this roleplay suits your fancy and you want to  follow along, I should warn you that this roleplay isn't really a  roleplay as much as it is a collaborative story, and like any good story  it takes time to to write. Don't expect this to move particularly  quickly. It could be days between posts.For those that show patience and  stay with us, I applaud you, and I encourage you to message us to let  us know you're there in the hopes that it will further motivate us to  write more.)Within the rear compartment of the vessel a figure groaned as his eyes slowly fluttered open and his brain returned to the conscious realm. The first true sensation he became aware of was a sharp pain near his left temple. He reflexively reached up to touch it, only to the blocked by what felt like a large metallic orb, which he correctly deduced to be a helmet. He removed it, and a quick inspection revealed a small splintered hole smattered in blood on the left side, rendering the piece of life sustaining equipment effectively useless. He let go of it and was momentarily surprised as it floated in midair. It was then that he became aware of the restraints preventing him from a similar experience, and it was only then that it all started to come back to him.Pierre Marten had been on the verge of a technological breakthrough, the likes of which had not been matched since the harnessing of electricity in the 19th century. His ideas had been believed by much of the scientific community to be nothing more than utter folly, existing only on paper and in the minds of "crazy and eccentric fools" such as himself. He and his colleagues had proven them otherwise. It took several years of dedicated research and trial, but at long last, the Alcubbiere Drive had been successfully realized. The biggest challenge hindering its development for decades had been the inability to generate sufficient negative matter in order to warp the space around the ship, a problem which Pierre and his team could sadly not take credit for solving - that honor went to an entirely different group of bright minds. With the the new technology in hand, however, they had been quick to resolve the few technical obstacles that remained, and within less than 6 months they had built their first prototype. Though only capable of sustaining a warp field for a few seconds, the proof of concept had swayed the United Earth Navy, whom then employed Pierre and his team under contract and financed further development, code named Project Starbird. Starbird had proven itself to be an outstanding success thus far, each prototype capable of faster and further flight, and, while still limited to sub-luminal speeds, could be flown faster and for much longer than conventional designs, at a fraction of the price. Even now, versions of the X7 and X8 models were being perfected and optimized for commercial use, thereby revolutionizing the entire intrastellar transport industry.For Pierre, however, this wasn't enough. With the drive itself now proven possible, it was time to achieve his true goal. Due to the nature of the Alcubierre Drive, it had long been envisioned as a potential method of achieving superluminal speeds, something that until now was believed to be simply impossible. It was the X11, a small unmanned probe, that first achieved that impossibility, achieving a verified top speed of 1.14c. After this success, funding flooded in, and within another year he and his team had successfully developed the X12 and X13, faster than light vessels large enough for cargo transport. Now, only one challenge remained. The effects of FTL travel on organic matter were still called into question. The drive had already been tested on plant life and small animals, both of which had withstood tests of even several hours with no ill effects. The only thing left was to test it on humans, which brought him to now. The still experimental X14 was the final stepping stone into interstellar travel, and was the pinnacle of Pierre's hard work and dedication. A small, two man craft, it's purpose was twofold - to prove that such a vessel could not only be habitable by humans, but even flown by them. Pierre had nominated himself to monitor the ship's onboard systems and had been assigned one of the United Earth Navy's best pilots to fly the vessel. It was meant to be a simple mission, a 5 hour flight from the Venusian colony to Stellar Outpost 113-A4Y in the Kuiper Belt, traveling at an average speed of 1.5c, about a third of the ship's theoretical limit. The first two hours of the trip were without incident, and there was little reason to believe that anything would go wrong. . .. . .Until, of course, it did. It had started off as as simple imbalance in the supply of antimatter into the warp reactor. When he tried to adjust it, however, the system went haywire and dumped even more anti-matter, effectively throwing the reactor into overdrive and accelerating the ship well beyond what it was designed to handle and overloading several systems onboard. In a last ditch effort to save the vessel, Pierre had prepared to unbuckle himself and manually shut down the reactor, but before he could a console exploded to his left and everything went black.Looking around now, it was plain to see that the damage to the ship had been extensive. Unlike the pilot's pod, Pierre's had only a small window at the top - the rest was covered in various screens and panels, all but a few of which were now dark. Fortunately, one of these panels was the Diagnostics system, which give Pierre a quick rundown of the damage assessment. The first priority would be to try and restore main power to the vessel: right now their sole power supply was from the solar panels lined along the body of the ship, which only produced enough power to keep the critical components, such as life support, functional. From there, he and Roq would have to devise a method to. . .. . .Roq! In his haste, Pierre had entirely neglected to check and see if his pilot was even alright. He instinctively undid the restraints and propelled himself towards the small window in the wall separating their pods. Looking through he could see his sole companion slowly returning to the conscious realm himself. He tried to shout to him, but alas, every part of the ship had to be rigidly reinforced to withstand the high speeds at which the vessel traveled, as a s such the wall and glass were too thick for Pierre's voice to get through to Roq. Thinking fast, he re-donned his helmet. While he was certain that it would no longer serve its intended purpose as a barrier, the two way communicators might still be functional. He switched it on, and as the static cleared, he spoke."This is Pierre to Roq, come in Roq, do you copy?"
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conversations.value: Mek!: The planet below loomed imposingly, giving all new meaning to the malevolence of the stars as they shone their bright, unnerving lights at him from all directions. Roq had always felt at home among the stars, for he had been born on the Vesta mining station and spent much of his life on a ship or station somewhere. The stars he knew had always seemed welcoming and he could recognise many of their patterns from anywhere in the solar system as though they were friends. These stars bore no resemblance to any patterns he knew. It was possible that they were the same stars, but even if that was so, without the aid of the computers he had no clue which way home was. Had their motion been a straight line, it could have been simple to turn the ship around and fly back in the direction they had come from. That would be too simple however, for the drifting vessel was not only rotating on its axis, with a gradual roll to port, but it had also become caught in the planet's gravity. He estimated that it would be only a matter of minutes before the vessel rotated to point directly at the planet, how long they had been in orbit, he could not tell. He did not even have a clue as to how long he had been unconscious, it could have been seconds or months. He was alive, but the rest was mere theory without solid evidence, and those wild theories that were occurring to his rational mind made no sense at all.'When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'Roq reminded himself silently, recalling the historic quote from a fiction novel his mother once read to him. It did not do anything to resolve the situation, but it did help to focus his thoughts. He pushed the speculation aside and concentrated on what he did know. Of immediate importance was the absence of power to the computers. The Silverbird had solar panels to drawn energy from the sun, but that power diminished the further they travelled away from it. Considering the mysterious nature of the unrecognisable planet before him, he had little expectation of being anywhere near the sun, and yet the planet below was receiving light from somewhere. Indeed, he could make a definite line of shadow where day was passing into night and although he could not make out any kind of land masses through the thick layers of cloud, he was certain that the planet was rotating on a polar axis. That suggested they planet was in orbit of the sun, or a star at any rate, and enough light to charge the solar cells. He did not wish to conclude that this was not his solar system though, for that would be a difficult pill to swallow, but the more he assessed the evidence, the more likely that assessment seemed. It sounded impossible, but then superluminal propulsion had been thought impossible until just a few months ago. Roq had only a basic understanding of how the new engines worked.Pierre's voice echoed around his aching head, a sensation not unlike the hangover he had experienced the morning after they had explained what the X14 was designed to do. He rolled his eyes. Dr Pierre Marten was probably the strangest man Roq had ever met. A brilliantly intelligent engineer, a scientific genius who had the worst social skills, no filter and no military knowledge what so ever. Future historians would likely compare him with the likes of Brunnel and the Wright Brothers after making superluminal travel a reality. However, that had not been enough for the Doc, who had insisted on being in the first manned vessel to break the light barrier. There had been all sorts of excuses given, a need to monitor the engines personally, the Doc did not trust anyone else to do it, and then there had been the flow regulators and the confinement of the antimatter. In the end, no one had been able to talk him out of it, and it was only because Pierre was not a qualified pilot that they had to have someone else to control the bloody thing. That was where Roq came in. Roq did not care, to him the Doc had been just another passenger, but considering the rapidity in which their orbit around the unidentified planet was deteriorating, he was counting on that passenger to earn his fare. It was called an Alcubbiere Drive, he knew that much but there was nothing in the name to give away what it was capable of. As the Doc had been described it to him, the engines created an energy field that twisted the fabric of space around the ship, creating a very localized wave of energy that propelled the ship forward, much like a surfboard. How that was capable of sending them faster than the speed of light, he could not comprehend, but it worked, for he had seen it. This however, was far beyond that.While the twisting of space using an Alcubbiere Drive had long been merely theoretical, it had also been theorized that the Drive could twist time as well. There was no one alive who really had any understanding of how space time really worked. There was the centuries old theory of relativity, that expressed many notions of how time and space interacted, but the person who had conceived that theory also surmised that faster than light travel was impossible. Therefore, if one was possible, it was did not take a long stretch of the imagination to conclude that the other was probably possible too. Try as he might, Roq could not remember the moments leading up to the incident. There was the notion of an explosion behind him and a vague feeling of acceleration, but that was all. Perhaps Pierre remembered more, or knew something he did not. Fortunately, the communication unit within their helmets had their own independent power source. If there had been room, he might have been able to turn around and look at the engineer through the small widow between the two compartments of the cockpit, but he could barely move. Whoever had invented the pilot's seat had not anticipated that he would need to spend any great length of time in it. The X14 was after all, just the original X11 with the nose end carved out and a two seat command module bolted on the front.The engineer's capsule had quite a bit more space, necessary due to the amount of equipment and monitors that had been installed in it, but there was no way for Roq to get to it without first exiting the ship. There was also a small crawlspace, perhaps seven foot long behind the engineer's capsule, through which Pierre could get direct access to the engines. The crawlspace was sealed and pressurized, but with the explosion it was more than probable that the crawlspace had been compromised. There would be no way to tell without restoring power. It was certainly not the greatest design, but then it was only designed for the sole purpose of propelling two people to superluminal speeds for just a few short hours between Venus and the Kuiper Belt. It was never intended to be used for any longer than was necessary. Their record breaking speed would be recorded from Starbird's hired launch center in the Martian Orbital Control platform, while the Navy had provided a support ship to recover the Silverbird if something should go wrong. Something had indeed gone wrong, but he suspected that no one in their wildest dreams had anticipated this particular circumstance. Roq pressed his hand against the push to talk button on his suit, activating the microphone in his helmet."Ye..." His voice croaked, causing him to cough as he tried to reply. "Yeah Doc, I hear you." He could also hear his own voice echoing back at him. "It's all dark up here, any chance of turning the power back on?" He watched as the planet began to pass under the nose of the craft. "Then perhaps I might be able to figure out where the hell we are."
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conversations.value: Cuddler: "Ah! Good to hear you're still alive!", Pierre replied, a bit more loudly than was necessary. While Pierre had been shown to be talented in many aspects, socialization had proven to not be one of them. As a child he was quite a bit of a shut in, and this never really improved with age. In the beginning this had proven to be a serious problem for his academics, for as brilliant as he was he could not work with others. It took years for him to develop even rudimentary social skills, and even then he came off as arrogant and pompous to some. Fortunately, his team came to know him well and learned to tolerate him, but even still this was an aspect of his life he struggled with, and that struggle would not end today."The power? Oh, right, right." Pierre looked over the diagnostics panel again. The primary source of system power was a small fusion reactor located near the top of the ship, but simple diagnostic scans showed that it was damaged well beyond repair. In fact, if it weren't for the solar panels they would not have any power whatsoever, and the amount that theyweredrawing were much greater than what would be expected given his presumed general location of the ship. Oh well, it was a waste of time to dwell on that now. With the main reactor offline and no way to draw additional energy from the solar, only one other option remained, and it was not one that Pierre was fond of. He ran a diagnostic scan of the antimatter core. For safety reasons it had been divided into several smaller separate capsules that could be individually and automatically ejected if their integrity had been compromised. Unfortunately, all but two of the capsules seemed to have met that fate. It would not be enough to fire up the engine again, but. . ."A-alright. Un-unfortunately the main source of power generation is irreparably damaged, but I, er, believe I may have a solution. I-if I take the antimatter capsules out of the core and re-ru, re-route the power to draw directly from the reaction output, I believe it might just be possible to. . ." the doctor prattled on, not considering whether or not Roq was concerned with the details.
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conversations.value: Mek!: "Do whatever you need to Doc." The pilot replied evenly while he watched the swirling brown cloud systems move across the planet as it drifted past the forward window. If only he could work out where they were, he could establish a plan to get them back home again. It was a grand thing be the first to experience something that had never been seen before, and space exploration had been his mission, Roq might have been more excited by the view outside the ship. As it was though, such exploration was only worthwhile if it was possible to return and tell someone about it. Therefore, understanding the status of the ship and its ability to complete the task at hand had to be the priority. Beyond the far horizon of the planet, as it came into view, he spotted something else that was unusual. If the appearance of the planet was not strange enough, their unexpected location revealed another surprise. Roq released the push to talk button as he stared out of the port side window. For beyond the planet were not one but two very bright stars in close proximity. Binary stars were fairly common in the known galaxy, but the discovery of a binary star system in proximity to their position was overwhelming proof that they were no longer in the Terran solar system. They were by far the brightest stars he could see, so bright that they were nearly merging together in his vision, and for an instant he had to check that he was not just seeing double.However, these could not be the star he was looking for. Close as they looked, they were still too far away and on the wrong side of the planet to be casting the shadow of night across the planet. The light from the binary pair was certain to be reaching the planet, but not nearly enough to create that much influence over it. Therefore there had to be a third, much closer star that the planet was orbiting. It was difficult to tell whether the binary stars were part of the same solar system as the planet, or two separate systems that were passing close to each other. Reaching into his thigh pocket, he pulled out his logbook and held it up in front of him. The small, rectangular device was considered a pilots best friend. It was a tablet computer that could be used as a notebook, for navigational planning and recording log information. Moreover, it contained an entire library of technical manuals, astrocartography and its own battery power supply. With nothing to do but stare out the window while waiting for Pierre to restore the power, he wondered whether the database would be able to identify his location now that he possessed a few more clues. To his relief, it was still working."Search database." He said to the tablet as he let it float free. "Identify exoplanet systems with two or more stars.""Searching." A female voice replied instantly. There was a pause and an hourglass symbol appeared on the screen momentarily before the display changed. "Twelve thousand, seven hundred and sixty eight results found." The tablet replied. "Would you like to add more criteria to this search?""Yes." Roq sighed. He had not expected there to be so many and the database only included the systems that had been discovered. "Search systems with three stars." He replied, going with his hunch that the third star was within the same system as the binary pair. "And eliminate systems without rocky planets." After a moment it returned the results, with the female voice announcing that eighteen such systems had been found. Roq frowned. The number had come down considerably, but that still left a sizable margin of error. The list of eighteen systems appeared on the screen sorted in order of distance from Earth.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: ". . .Y-yes. Understood." From Roq's response it had been evident that he had given out more detail than was really necessary , a common faux pas of his. For much of his life he would have been annoyed or even angered by people cutting him off or telling him to summarize, viewing it as an insult of his expression of his passions. It took years for him to realize the necessity of simplicity and direct, to the point speech, and as he reflected upon his previous interactions, it did not surprise him that his behavior and mannerisms had turned people away from him.Oh well, no time to dwell on that now. The doctor propelled himself off of the hatch, floating into the small crawlspace. Pushing himself along against the crawlspace walls, he soon made his way to the engine.The two antimatter cores had powered off automatically when the ships fail-safes had engaged (far too late, Pierre might add!), and would have to be restarted manually, which was the part Pierre dreaded. While it could certainly be done in theory, Pierre wasn't entirely confident in their structural integrity, and the initial reaction sequence could be rough on the capsules. Even a small crack or defect in the electromagnetic field could allow anti-matter to leak out, which would have disastrous consequences. Nonetheless, it had to be done. He reached the hatch of the antimatter containment bay - The only part of the ship strong enough to potentially withstand an anti-matter explosion - and entered the manual override to open it. He removed the cores and pushed them back through the crawlspace before following them back into his pod. The next step was to connect the cores to the output terminals of the now defunct fusion reactor - again, tricky, but theoretically possible. Prying off a panel from the roof of his pod gave him access to the power relays, and from there it was simply necessary to disconnect the leads from the fusion reactor and jerry rig the cores in it's place. It took a few minutes to remove enough of the reactor to make space for the cores, and another couple of minutes to adapt the output of the cores to the leads and relays, but finally, Pierre took a deep breath an switched the cores on.A bright flash of light emitted from the cores as their reaction began, and moments later the ship was alive with flashing lights and whirring alarms. Pierre practically squealed in delight! Not even his colleagues could have accomplished such a feat so quickly."Eureaka! I di-oooaaahhhh-oomph!" Pierre's moment of triumph was cut short as the artificial gravity kicked in, sending him plummeting to the floor. With annoyed grunt he got up and activated his communicator."A-alright, we seem to have power again. I can't guarantee that EVERYTHING is back online, but hopefully this h-helps!" Pierre winced as the sounds of the numerous beepers and alarms resounded around him. He fortunately thought to turn the transponder on his communicator back off before setting to work, sparing Roq the pain of listening to the stream of gripes and curses as he moved between the various systems and turned of the nearly dozens of various alarms one by one. He cursed the United Earth Navy under his breath. Half of these were built in safety mechanisms that had been mandated during the vessel’s construction, as if he couldn’t be trusted to manage his own ship. It took a couple of minutes, but he eventually silenced the pod and, after giving his head a couple of moments to clear his head before running a full systems diagnostic.
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conversations.value: Mek!: "Damn you Doc," The Lieutenant replied over the communications unit in his deep miners accent, as his head seared with pain. "There be no need to shout." Pierre's voice rang in his helmet, louder than the klaxons and alarms that assaulted his ears and forced an involuntary guttural cry to escape his lips. The alarms had come first, shrill and piercing, but not nearly as annoying as the jubilant screeching from Pierre as the power came back on. Roq only caught some of what was shouted, but he understood the meaning, which had been emphasized by the sudden and unexpected thump of the pilot's tablet striking his helmet and resulted in more than a few choice curses as it dropped between his legs out of reach. The power was back on and with it his monitors, sensors and far too much noise for his liking. Half deafened, he reached for the control panel above his head and began flicking switches until at last silence returned. He sighed as he studied the displays, and the information he gleaned did nothing to settle his mood or ease the pain in his head. The news was worse than he had hoped and almost as bad as he had feared.The ship was in bad shape. A diagnostic review showed the catastrophic extent of the damage it had sustained. The reactor was online and working at least, but the same could not be said for the Alcubbiere Drive. The overload in the experimental engine had torn a sizable hole down the starboard side, ripped away both solar panels on that side and punctured a hole through the antimatter storage tank in the right wing. Indeed it was the stream of leaking antimatter that was responsible for the steady rotation of the drifting vessel. Roq had little knowledge of the inner workings of the engine, that was Pierre's department, but he knew that without that engine, there was no hope of getting back home. There was damage to the left wing too, while coolant had flooded nose section just inches from his feet where the oxygen tanks were. Moreover, there was no power to the aft steering thrusters on the port side, limiting his ability to maneuver. Even if they had the spare parts, it would take a dockyard to fix the ship up and even then, there was no guarantee that they could recreate the conditions that had deposited them so far from home.In truth, it was a miracle they had survived. Fortunately, that would not be an issue for much longer. Their orbit was decaying much faster than he had calculated, dropping rapidly into the mire of the planet's thick atmosphere. The vessel would strike the thermosphere in a matter of minutes, there to burn up and be scattered across the surface of the barren, desolate world below. However, that death was very much preferable to staying orbit. The theorized third star was a red dwarf, particularly close and giving off massive amounts of radiation that would be deadly if not for the shielding afforded command capsule. With the level of damage though, he could not vouch for the rear sections or for how long the shielding would hold under such a bombardment of particles. No doubt there would be a fantastic auroras to be seen from the surface, if anything could even survive down there. He had at least been able to narrow down their location to a few candidates from the known galaxy, the most likely of which was the Alpha Centuari system, the closest star system to Earth.He debated telling Pierre, but he knew it would be no conciliation for their situation, and it could just as likely be any of the others listed or countless more that had yet to be discovered. Without further analysis, he could not even be certain they were still in their own galaxy. There was one hope left to them though. The command section of the vessel could be separated from the rest of the vessel. It was in a better state, and could were capable of surviving the plummet through the atmosphere. Furthermore, the pilot and engineer's capsules were sealed lifeboats designed to be ejected if the vessel was compromised. They were fitted with parachutes for landing and rations for several days, but alas it would only be postponing the inevitable. Still, it would give them a chance."Doc." He called into the helmet's microphone. "Get strapped in. Its going to get mighty bumpy." And to prove his words, the ship began to rattle and vibrate as it skimmed the atmosphere. Roq worked quickly, programming the emergency beacons and firing the first one off as best as possible to send it clear of the planet's orbit. Then, as the rotation of the ship lined up with their direction of travel, he fired the fore and dorsal thrusters, straightening the ship to a more rational path, if only to deflect much of the heat from the atmospheric resistance onto the reinforced forward plating. As a naval Lieutenant, he had been captain of a variety of small vessels, some of which he had been sorry to leave. This was not one of those, for he had barely known it. But he was saddened to think that it would be his last. "Now Doc." He urged, uncertain whether he should tell Pierre what he had planned, certain that it would break the man's heart to abandon his beloved invention.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: As expected, the damage to the ship was extensive. Even if the engine WAS still operational, it would not be safe to use it with the state that the ship was in. The best course of action would be to determine their current position and message the United Earth Navy to come and retrieve them. He opened up the navigational system, but the display on the screen perplexed him. He looked over it once, twice, and then thrice, before pulling up the velocity and trajectory records to verify. There was no denying it: somehow, the ship had traveled a staggering 4.267 light years, and external scanners were detecting a nearby planet with a composition identical to that of Proxima B.Pierre was speechless. His mind raced as a flood of various emotions came upon him. The first was ecstaticism. They were in the Alpha Centuri star system! Even if accidental, this was a feat beyond even his own wild imagination. Word of this would immortalize him in history, and once he got back home he could. . . he. . . his face went white as his ecstaticism was replaced with horror.Pierre slumped to the floor as the gravity of the situation finally dawned on him.They were in the Alpha Centuri star system, over 40 trillion kilometers from the nearest space station, with no foreseeable way of getting back home.He curled up into a ball, trying to come to terms with it all. He was only able to tear himself from this state upon hearing Roq's voice in his headset, telling him to get strapped in. Before he could inquire, a new alarm began to sound as the ship began to shake violently. Staggering to his feet, manged to again seat himself and refastened his harness. His screens were quick to reveal the source of the new found turbulence - the ship's orbit had begun to decay, and the outermost components were being torn off from the atmospheric friction as the remainder of the ship became enveloped in a layer of hot plasma. The remaining antimatter that had been trickling out of the engine bay interacted with the normal matter within the atmosphere, creating a small explosion that plunged the ship further into the Proximian sky and tore off the remainder of the engine, leaving Pierre's cabin pressurized only by the rather thin hatch that separated him from the crawlspace behind him.Pierre frantically looked over the consoles for anything that he could do to be of assistance in their current dilemma, but the situation appeared hopeless. From the ship's sensors Pierre could tell that Roq had engaged the maneuvering thrusters to straighten out their path, but Pierre knew this would not be enough. The ship was never designed to land on a celestial body, and certainly not under these conditions – it would burn up and disintegrate long before reaching the surface.He heard Roq’s voice over his headset again, and from his tone he could quickly deduce what Roq was about to say next. It was the most the most sane and rational suggestion that one could put forth given the circumstances; it also happened to be the one thing that Pierre refused to do. He switched his transponder on.“Lieutenant...”, he warned “I-if you’re about to suggest that we abandon this vessel, I must ask that you s-save your breath. This is my life’s work. A t-testament to my every feat, accomplishment, and triumph. It is e-everything that I am. . . and I will NOT leave it.” He meant it, too: If he was to die, it would be fighting to the last to save the X-14.
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conversations.value: Mek!: "Hold fast Doc, this is going to be bad." Roq said, hoping the genius behind him had managed to work out how to strap himself in again before the ship jumping around like a cocktail shaker. Hitting the atmosphere of any planet at entirely the wrong angle was probably the worst scenario that any pilot could encounter, and certainly not what he had set out to achieve that morning. Not knowing anything about the planet below did nothing to improve matters. It was a Tuesday, or at least it had been when they had set out upon this fateful mission, for there was no telling how much time had passed back home since their disappearance into the void. Roq had worked to the best of his ability to straighten the ship out, but they struck the thermosphere at an angle that was far too shallow, and events overtook the ship before he was able to correct. The planet's gravity was now acting upon the ship, as turbulence buffeted the vessel from every angle. The shielded nose erupted in flames and the third, already damaged solar panel was torn away from the hull along with several outer panels and the dorsal sensor module."We're coming apart. I need to jettison the..." His sentence was interrupted by an almighty explosion that tore off the right wing and much of the engine bay as the antimatter pod ignited. The modified Capisson command module was designed to tolerate the pressures, stresses and temperatures of planetary landings, but even its protective shielding had limits. The rest of the ship had no such protection. It was intended for the vacuum of space and even though it had been reinforced to cope with accelerating to superluminal speed, it was just dead weight in atmospheric conditions. He forced his head up against the increasing gravitational forces, and saw that their decent had been accelerated to terminal velocity by the force of the explosion and they were now plummeting towards the rocky surface below. The internal diagnostic display reported amid the other alarms that Pierre's experimental engine was no longer part of the vessel, for everything aft of the reactor core had sheared away, disintegrated or was falling planetwards as chunks of debris."What?" He called into his microphone, responding to the sound of Pierre's voice, hearing words but not understanding their meaning over the sirens and static. Everything around him was happening so quickly that he was struggling to keep up with the rapidly changing situation, knowing not where he should look next. Roq reflected upon how much easier it was to land on Earth or Mars, or any of the other planets in the Sol System he had been to. There almost all of the quantifiable variants had been accounted for and shipboard computers was more than capable of landing their vessels with only minimal human assistance. But nothing at all was known about this planet, or what lay below its murky brown layers of cloud, and so neither he nor the computer were prepared and capable of completing the task perfectly, even if the ship had been in one piece. The problem was that the weight of the reactor module, which was the only part of the ship that had not broken away from the command section, was causing an imbalance that was dragging the ship downward by the arse end, despite Roq's every effort to control their descent. Fighting against the forces of gravity was becoming difficult, but he slowly managed to lift his arm high enough to remove the protective cover on the panel above his left shoulder and pushed the button it was guarding. Nothing happened."Pierre?" Urgency filled Roq's voice. He pushed the button again, but there was still no response. The reactor module was attached by eight locking clamps around the edge of the airlock bulkheads that connected the two sections of the ship. There were two possibilities that could cause the separation to fail. Either the system had been damaged, or the engineer had not remembered to close the hatch properly. With the turbulence throwing them around all over the place, it was difficult to work out what the problem was. They were still too high yet to use the final stage of separation, to eject the pressurised lifeboats within which they were seated, but that moment was approaching much faster than he would have liked. Without being able to see, Roq could not be certain that Pierre was even back in his seat, so even if he did eject the two lifeboats from the rest of the ship, he could not be sure that the engineer would even be in it. He opened his mouth to request a report when suddenly, surprisingly and most unexpectedly, everything stopped. The motion settled, their descent evened out, gravity desisted its violent pressure on his body and the alarms fell silent. All but one in fact.The warning that displayed on the monitor to his left indicated that there was some form of energy beam being directed at their falling vessel. It was the sort of energy pattern that reminded him very much of the directed energy fields used on orbital dockyards to guide vessels to line up with airlocks. In this it was familiar, but the amount of power needed to produce such an energy field in an atmosphere and at such a distance from its target was off the scale, it had to have an immense power source. The ship, or what was left of it, was still dropping, but now at a gentle, controlled descent with none of the vibrations and rocking that had hindered his ability to keep the ship level. Because of this, he was able to move a bit more freely and set to work analyzing their situation and the source of the energy field that had them at its mercy. He quickly ruled out the possibility of it coming from space, and there was no sign of another vessel, nothing in their proximity. It could only be coming from the planet's surface, and there was something else the sensors were detecting from the surface, something that truly shocked him."Are you seeing this Doc?" He asked, staring at a monitor that was claiming quite irrationally that there was air. Not just a concoction of gasses, but a perfect mixture of oxygen, nitrogen and hydrogen, air that was breathable. It must have been a mistake, a technical error or some contamination in the equipment.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: "I said I won't leave the-!" Pierre's response was cut short by the sudden overwhelming sounds of static and a fresh new series of alarms that assaulted his ears. He frantically looked over his consoles in order to find a solution to their predicament, with little success. The real time navigation showed that the ship was accelerating in its descent, and sensors showed an external hull temperature approaching 2500 Kelvin, hot enough that the various composite materials comprising the hull would melt and fuse together. This was both a blessing, as it might hold the remainder of the ship together a bit longer, and a curse, as it meant that the pods would likely fuse to the hull as well, making ejection nearly impossible in the event that he happened to change his mind about the prospect of going down with the ship. Their situation was growing bleaker with every passing moment.Nonetheless, Pierre was not yet ready to give up hope. Looking at his main screen, he could see a small notification that the pilot had unsuccessfully attempted to jettison the remainder of the rear section of the ship, likely in an attempt to stabilize it. Pierre was no pilot himself and decided to trust the Lieutenant's judgement on this particular matter. Without hesitation, he entered his override code into the system's computer and the remainder of the ship's engine, as well as a portion of the defunct fusion reactor, broke free from the ship. Unfortunately, he had neglected to consider the reason as to why he had needed to enter such a code in the first place. As it turns out, he had failed to seal the hatch to the crawlspace properly upon his return, and upon jettisoning the rear, the lone hatch was torn asunder as the greater air pressure within the cabin forced its way out into the thinner atmosphere outside. Pierre ducked his head inside of his arms as bits of metal and loosely attached electronics were violently blown out the newfound hole, which grew wider as the rest of the fusion reactor was also blown away, leaving only the now exposed antimatter capsules, hanging on only by the relays connecting them to the ship's computers.After another minute or so of decent the air pressure equalized again, but this was of little comfort to the doctor. As he looked around, he found himself enamored by the bright light of the plasma aura surrounding the ship. It had grown almost too bright to look at, for its intensity had increased due to interaction with the thicker atmosphere. Averting his gaze his eyes fell upon the antimatter capsules no more than a meter from him. It was nothing short of a miracle that they were still attached and intact, but between the turbulence and their newfound exposure to the plasma outside, Pierre knew that it was only a matter of time before they failed catastrophically, putting and end to him, the lieutenant, and the X-14 for good. A sense of calm acceptance washed over him as the stared straight ahead, no longer listening to Roq's attempts to get his attention.So, this is how it ends.He was to die as the man who broke the light barrier and managed to somehow traverse the vast region of space between the sun and its nearest neighbor, and it would be decades, if ever, before anyone found out. It was a shame, really. He knew when he set foot in the X-14 that there was a chance he would never leave the vessel alive, but to perish so far away from everything and everyone he ever knew left him with a feeling of emptiness as he contemplated how his life could have gone differently. While he was never keen on mentioning this to anyone, Pierre had always wondered what it would been like to instead have gone for a simpler life, to have settled down and have children with a loving woman that he could call his own. In his chosen life this had of course been impossible – even if he had developed the proper social skills from a young enough age, his marriage to the sciences would not have allotted him the necessary time for a relationship. Nonetheless, whenever he wasn’t working on his latest tech or basking in the glory of his latest accomplishment, he found himself feeling very alone, and in spite of everything, Pierre decided that having failed to address that loneliness and resolve it was by far his biggest regret in life. Oh well, it was too late now. As the wind howled around him and the alarms blared, he closed his eyes and awaited his inevitable demise.And then, all of a sudden, it stopped. The wind stopped. The alarms stopped. The shaking stopped. Everything went quiet and still. Was this it? Was he dead?“Are you seeing this, doc?”Pierre’s eyes flew open. He quickly looked around the cabin, or at least, what was left of the cabin, until his eyes fell upon the navigational screen. He could not believe the display readout! Somehow, someway, the ship was slowing down! He checked their velocity: 3 meters per second, and falling? How was that possible?“What in the heavens is going on? Lieutenant, what did you do?”
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conversations.value: Mek!: "Nowt to do with me, Doc." The pilot replied through the helmet's microphone. Roq was relieved to hear the engineer's voice, for he had feared the man had been lost when the reactor section had finally broken free. He suspected that it had merely been a delayed reaction to his button pushing, but if the hatch had been left open, it might have ended very badly for his counterpart. There was nothing to be seen beyond the windows of the cockpit other than the swirling mass of brown clouds, but at least they were passing at a more reasonable pace. The bright hot burning flames had disappeared, to be replaced by what he was certain might very well be rain. At this rate of descent, the craft would barely make a mark on the ground below when it came to rest upon it, which would now take a few moments longer than he had estimated about six thousand feet ago. His display panels were showing a lot of information that really did not make any sense to him. One such anomaly appeared before him as he was checking the external temperature sensor readings. His communications screen burst into life in bright yellow and green colours, while across the middle appeared a row of graphic symbols, unrecognisable mostly, but a language of some kind, of that he was certain.The symbols looked like something he had seen in books about Mayans or Egyptians or something of that kind. But these symbols appeared more deliberate, more powerful and yet more than one of them was shaped remarkably like a phallus. Even more astounding was the last symbol, which involved a selection of black spots and lines inside an oval. It may have been drawn at a forty five degree angle and not all of the lines were where he might have expected, but to his eye it looked surprisingly like a smiley face emoticon. Whatever message this strange and unrecognisable language was attempting to convey by appearing on his monitor, it did at least seem friendly. But before he could record a copy or run it through the database for a translation, it disappeared. In hindsight, it might not even have been a real language, no one had actually used that sort of pictography in a thousand years or more and for that matter emoticons had dropped out of popularity before the end of the twenty first century. Although, they did make a spectacular comeback for a few months on Io in 2369, until a law was passed to make them illegal. Ironic then that the first message he received while falling to his death on a planet in a distant, unknown solar system was written in breach of the law, assuming that the author was aware of the law, or that Roq actually cared."There's some kind of energy field coming from the surface. Its using massive amounts of power. I can't break free." Roq moved the attitude control stick through all directions to emphasis his point, as though Pierre could see, while he relayed what little other information to the engineer that he had. However, he did omit all details about the weird message as it had gone without leaving any evidence of its existence and would be far too difficult to explain. He did feel though, that the energy field and the message must somehow be connected. It had all the warning signs that they were in the presence of some kind of alien species, but that would be ridiculous. Everyone knew that aliens did not exist. There were wild theories of course and lots of old science fiction stories about aliens, but never any proof. Even the myriad of daring explorers who had traveled beyond the the Sol system had never returned with any evidence that there was any intelligent life on other planets, only a selection of harmless and microscopic single celled organisms. It had all been rather disappointing to countless scientists that devoted their lives to discovering them.As for the planet below, according to the computer's calculations, it appear to orbit at a distance from its star that would indicate the possibility that liquid water could exist on the surface, and therefore life might also be possible. Except this planet, being in proximity to a red dwarf star that was bombarding it with powerful waves of solar radiation gave this planet no chance of being habitable. The odds were frankly impossible and highly improbable. And so Roq sat there contemplating his demise and all that he had left behind. There was not much of that though, for although he was an experienced and very capable pilot, as an officer of the United Earth Navy his career had not been overly successful with opportunities for promotion having passed him by time after time. His ex wife had left him for a younger woman, taking their marital home, daughter and pet sloth in the divorce. She had been gracious enough to leave him some money and he still had the much prized antique iPad that he had inherited from his father. But the rest, all the fond memories, the eight happy years they had spent together and the four not so happy ones, all of that he had lost, leaving him drifting through life. It was for that reason he had accepted the assignment to Project Starbird, believing that a change of scene would be good for his sanity if nothing else. Not that he had told these private things to any of Starbird's personnel, for he had mostly kept to himself."What the..." Roq remarked, looking up as his eyes were drawn to the forward window by an unusual twinkling blue light that seemed to pass before it. Then as it passed, amid the clouds he could see a kind of barrier stretching away into the distance like a large translucent net. It did not register on his computer systems, but the visual evidence was enough for him to know that it was definitely there, and they had passed through it. Whatever the purpose of the energy barrier was, he did not know, but they were close to the ground, only a thousand feet up and whatever awaited them on the surface might soon become visible. He turned his head to look, just at the vessel descended beneath the cloud base, but for an instant or so he could see only the falling rain. Roq wondered after all the remarkable and theoretically impossible things he had witnessed in the past few minutes, whether there was any chance that this planet was capable of supporting human life, or even if the air was actually breathable. It defied everything he knew, everything he believed and yet here he was. If he had planned to eject the two lifeboats, and even if he had attempted it, there was a risk that something could have gone wrong, a systems failure, or a structural defect that could have killed them both, but in the end and in the midst of such extraordinary events, he merely forgot.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Energy field? Pierre looked over at the overview screen, and sure enough, onboard sensors revealed that the ship was encapsulated in an aura of gravitational energy that trailed back to a nearby location on the ground. A quick overview of the ship's remaining thruster power made it clear that Roq had been correct when he said that they could not break free, not that here would be any real advantage to doing so anyway.Pierre was stunned. This was certainly no natural phenomenon. Someone, or something, must have constructed it. But what? He attempted to run a scan of the planet's surface but, much like the rest of the ship, the sensors were designed to work in the vacuum of space and could not penetrate far into the planet's atmosphere before scattering, and as such could only return information that the two of them already knew, such as the atmospheric composition and pressure. Pierre's own eyes, however, were an entirely different matter. With the ship now stable, he again unfastened himself from his seat, crawled over to what used to be the access hatch, and (carefully) looked down.The doctor could not believe his eyes! Beneath them was a diverse terran landscape, the likes of of which he had seen prior only within historical images of his own planet, before it had been drastically altered through a blend of mass infrastructure and localized terraforming. He could make out a large grassy plane decorated in at least half a dozen shades of yellows and greens, speckled with hills, valleys, colorful flora, and the occasional tree. To the north he could make out a small forest flanked by a lake on one side, which served as an endpoint for a large river flowing outward from a mountain range to the east, and what appeared to be a desert to the south. What especially caught his attention, however, were the peculiar objects almost directly below him, stretching in a line from the center of his vision to the west, and as they descended further it quickly became apparent that these objects were in fact artificially created infrastructure. There was no denying it; there was some manner of intelligent presence on the planet's surface.Pierre was ecstatic! Intelligent alien life! For centuries the people of Earth had been on the search for evidence of such a presence, and despite several missions returning with microorganisms from other worlds, it had been ruled that it was extremely unlikely that there was any complex extra terrestrials within even 500 light years of Earth, and as a result the search for alien life had all but ceased about 50 years prior, much to Pierre's chagrin. It had been a lifelong dream of his since his childhood to one day make contact with an alien race and it had infuriated him that the rest of humanity had given up on such a glorious endeavor. He had made up his mind early on that he wished to continue looking into this matter on his own, which had secretly been a large driving force for him behind the development of the Alcubierre Drive in the first place. Now, it would seem as if his childhood dream might in fact become a reality. To think that he could manage to traverse a distance dwarfing all other men before him and make first contact all with a single day. Pierre started to wonder if any of this was actually real. Perhaps he was dreaming, or even comatose, or perhaps he and the Lieutenant had in fact perished in the accident and were now in some strange afterlife, where one's greatest desires came to life. . . no, no. Pierre shook his head at that last idea. An adamant man of the sciences, he had always held a strong skepticism towards the supernatural, and that wasn't going to change today.In any case, whatever had brought them to this did not really matter to Pierre at the moment. All he could do was Marvel as the ship slowly descended closer to the ground. He fidgeted with his headset as he attempted to convey his findings to the pilot.
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conversations.value: Mek!: "See what now?" Roq replied with disbelief clear in his voice. Rain streamed down the windows making it difficult to see out. How Pierre was able to look down, he was not sure, but he decided that the engineer was probably suffering from a delusion of some kind. This was reinforced by the knowledge that there was no possible way for Roq to get from the pilot's section to where Pierre was without leaving the ship. Before he could organise the information he was receiving, or get a straight reply from Pierre, there was a crunching sound from the hull below him, followed by several more. The vessel broke through a thick canopy of unexpected trees, breaking countless branches, and then with a solid thud, the ship planted its self onto a moss covered and overgrown forest floor."What the..." a profanity escaped his lips as he felt the shock surface rattle through whatever remained of the vessel, which settled into the damp undergrowth. He looked out at the unexpected vista beyond the port window. There was not meant to be life on this planet, the computer and his own common sense had deemed it impossible. But then there was not meant to be an energy field either, and the less said about their theoretically impossible method of travel the better. More improbably was the wall. Although moss covered and with some kind of ferns sprouting from it, there was indeed a low, broken wall, which stood at the edge of the small clearing they had landed in looking more like the remains of an ancient ruin than anything natural. Although he could see it with his own two eyes and could understand now what Pierre had been talking about, he still did not believe it.From orbit there had been no trace of life, root and foliage or otherwise. Everything he had been able to learn from the computer and the vessel's instruments had concluded that life on this planet could not be sustained. There must have been a kind of shielding or sensor dead zone surrounding the area they had crashed, but it made even less sense to him than the technology that Pierre had invented. Most of the things Pierre were more comprehensible than finding complex life beyond their own system, for even the scientists had lost hope. Searching the stars for aliens had lost its appeal, the public had grown bored of microscopic organisms, they wanted something that they could see and touch. But when nothing had been forthcoming, the funding for the astrosciences dried up completely. The restrictive issue of course was Humanity's inability to travel at superluminal speeds, so discoveries in other solar systems could only be made with telescopes and long distance probes.There had been several attempts made to send people out to explore the closest systems, vessels built to survive multiple generations trying to reach the nearest stars, but without success. Four were known to have been destroyed, Roq had an ancestor who had perished on one of those fateful missions. Another had returned after twenty something years having abandoned its mission, and there were three more that had been listed simply as missing, never to be heard from since. He wondered how long it would be before his name was listed as missing, another mystery. At least his ex wife would be happy. She had been desiring him to get lost for quite a few years past, and in truth there had been times when he had wished it possible. Yet now he was, and he figured that he had rather over achieved on that score, his first instinctive impulse was for home. Something told him that he did not belong in this place, wherever it was. He hesitated to conjure the word alien in his mind, but there was not a better explanation for what he could see.Leaving was not an option though, for much of the ship had been destroyed in the planet's atmosphere, burnt up or scattered into a million pieces. The front end, the Capisson command module was all that had survived, but even that would require a lot of maintenance and repairs before it would be capable of flying again. A sensor sweep of the immediate area produced a map covering a two mile radius in all directions, which he transferred to his tablet, having retrieved it from beneath his seat. The sensors also gave him an analysis of the air outside. This was probably the most remarkable trait of their new found environment. The molecular composition of the atmosphere was impossibly similar to standard human requirements. There was a slightly higher concentration of oxygen and hydrogen, while carbon dioxide was much lower than he was accustomed to, but it was breathable. Tentatively, Roq reached up and unclasped his helmet. Then, powering down the computer systems, he pulled the manual hatch leaver and opened his cramped cockpit to the elements.Immediately rain water dripped in as the seals parted, and more so as the rear hinged canopy opened until he was able to stand up upon his seat. The air was cool and delightfully refreshing after the stuffy confines of the vessel and its artificial oxygen recycling system. There was a stiff breeze broken by sudden strong gusts, but the rain was warm, almost tropical and not as heavy as it had sounded bouncing off the hull. The larger drops were those blown from the broad leaves of the trees above, giving Roq the impression they had landed amid some kind of rainforest. Stretching his legs, he ordered his priorities in his mind. There was nothing that could be done for the ship in this weather, so he needed to find shelter foremost for himself and Pierre. The map had shown mountains to the north, not a great distance off, and there he hoped there would be caves. First though, they would need to gather their supplies. The two lifeboats in the command module were stocked with rations and survival equipment, enough for several days. After that though, they would need to find other sources of food.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: While Pierre remained mesmerized at the sight below him, he fortunately still had enough sense to move back over to his seat and strap himself in in preparation for the incoming landing, which he expected to be less than graceful. He briefly considered informing Roq of his necessity to follow suit, but figured that he would have plenty enough common sense to do so on his own, assuming he wasn't strapped in anyway. As Pierre had expected, he soon felt the ship hit something solid momentarily, only for that same something to immediately give way with a resounding SNAP! He swiveled his chair to face outward as the ship slowly made its way through the vertical field of alien flora and foliage, slowed (and the hull damaged) further with every branch the vessel came into contact with.Finally, the command module came to rest on the uneven ground of the forest floor. A few moments later the ships system's powered off, likely Roq's doing. He unfastened himself and headed over towards the antimatter capsules and powered them down before disconnecting them - the last thing they needed were for those to explode after everything they had been through. Setting them aside somewhere secure, the next step was to get out of here. The awkward angle at which the pods came to rest left Pierre's exposed portion sticking upwards into the air. The incoming rain, as a consequence, frequently bounced off of the floor of his pod, striking him in the face and making the floor of cabin slick. Wiping the water off of his face, Pierre carefully crawled out of the back and lowering himself onto the ground below.He unconsciously took a couple of steps forward into the rain and stared up at the sky. Through the hole in the forest canopy that had been created by the ship, Pierre could see up all the way to the clouds, which he could see were beginning to part as he saw what appeared to be sunlight peeking out from behind them as the rain began to die off. It just didn't make sense. By all accounts they should both be dead several times over by now. They survived the engine overload, being thrown light years across space, and while entering the atmosphere were saved from certain demise by an unknown and inexpiable force. And now, here they were, safely on the ground of an alien planet that had been believed to have been uninhabitable, but instead had an entire ecosystem, and possibly even intelligent alien life. He still didn't want to accept the supernatural as the culprit for all of this, but he couldn't think of anything from the natural world that would begin to defy any real explanation that he could possibly conceive!He looked down at the grass and moss below him. It was strange: some of it looked completely foreign to him, while other parts looked eerily familiar. He knelt down and touched one of the foreign grasses. To his surprise, in his response to the touch the grass stuck to him, wrapping itself around his fingers like a second skin. He took his free hand and tried to rub it off, and the plant became almost like a liquid as it fell off onto the ground. This was nothing like he had ever seen or heard of from Earth before, and as such had to be an alien species. Not surprisingly, this thrilled Pierre. He made a mental note to take a sample of it with him on his way back home.It was then that he remembered the state they were in. Just how were they supposed to find their way back home to Earth? After all, it wasn't like they even had a ship any more. He supposed he could rebuild the vessel given enough time and resources but even with Roq's help it could take years, and this wasn't even factoring in travel time, and the amount of food and water and other necessities for such a long trip. . . Pierre shook his head. He shouldn't be worried about that now. Somehow, some way, they would make it back home. He was sure of it. If everything they had been though so far hadn't killed them, he was certain they would figure something out.It was then that Pierre heard the classic '-Psss-ing sound of a seal being broken. He turned around and looked up and saw the cockpit being opened, and moments later Roq stepped out.- - - - -Two and a half kilometers to the south, a young woman stepped out of her home. She carried on her back a small rucksack of supplies, but had surprisingly little else adorning her body except over her most intimate regions, not that this seemed to bother her in the slightest. Looking up into the sky she could still see the remnants of the stream of plasma and debris that had trailed behind behind the incoming satellite tearing through the atmosphere before the city's meteor defense systems (as they had been retroactively named) had dampened their momentum in order to prevent any serious damage. Such events occurred on a somewhat regular occasion and would normally would be of little consequence, but something about this one had caught her eye. It proved enough of a curiosity that she examined it more closely under the lens of a telescope. Even her suspicions of the ordinary had not prepared her for what she had seen, however. Instead of a meteor, she saw what could not be mistaken for anything other than a space vessel, though the design was entirely foreign to her.She adjusted her rucksack and began walking. Truthfully, investigating a crashed alien vessel all by her lonesome was likely not her most sound decision, but curiosity had gotten the better of her and she wasn't willing to wait for escorts from the city. Besides, there were likely people aboard that vessel who would be in need of help, and the sooner someone got to them, the better. She gave one more determined huff before heading off and into the forest.
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conversations.value: Mek!: From his vantage point in the open cockpit, Roq surveyed his surroundings in more detail. The ship had not landed flat for the cracked and uneven surface had given way under, leaving the nose embedded in a narrow crevasse while the rear end was pointing somewhat upwards at an awkward angle. Even so, it was a remarkably superior landing to the one he had anticipated on the way down. If not for the strange energy field that had slowed their descent, the chances of surviving such a crash were infinitesimal. He looked up through the drops of rain to the clearing between the canopy of trees. From the size of the opening and the number of broken branches scattered around them, it was logical to conclude that the clearing had not been there a few moments ago. The ship had punched a considerable hole through the foliage, but that hole now afforded him a view of the sky above where there was a hint of sunlight breaking through. Every planet that he knew of with its own atmosphere boasted a different colour sky. It had something to do with the way sunlight refracted through the particles in the air, and the air was different everywhere. The sky on Mars was a burned orange, he recalled. Roq had made a point of visiting the viewing platform at the summit of Olympus Mons when he was last there, which many claim to be the best view in the solar system.Though he had never been, he had heard that the sky on Venus was an emerald green, though it was difficult to picture it in his mind. Earth by contrast, had a vividly bright blue sky, at least when it was not cloudy. He considered himself lucky to have seen those rare days where there was not a cloud in the sky, but it was not the spectacle he had imagined. Perhaps it had been better centuries ago when the sky of Earth was clear and natural. The views he had been treated to though, had always been full of high rise buildings, overcrowded airways and the ever present shadows of the various orbital rings, which in his opinion rather ruined the beauty of the planet. Perhaps it was just his own personal belief, but he found the aesthetics of those artificial rings to be terribly ugly. This new planet he was on however, was full of surprises. What little of the sky he could see was filled with dusty brown clouds, but as the wind blew them across there were the occasional gaps that showed hues of blood reds, but it was impossible to tell whether this was the sky’s natural colour or the effect of the storm.He also noted as he climbed down from the cockpit, that the gravity felt slightly lighter than he was accustomed to. The standard setting for artificial gravity plating on a space vessel or orbital station generally maintained a slightly higher force than that found on Earth. The ease in which he was able to move on this planet suggested that the gravity was perhaps even lighter than that on Earth, although certainly not as low as on Luna or some of the other moons he had visited. Even so, he decided that it would mean walking and carrying equipment would be somewhat easier. His counterpart meanwhile, was engrossed in the study of the native flora. In particular he had been staring intently at a patch of grass that appeared to be far more animated than any type of grass he knew of. However, Pierre seemed more concerned with the blades he had picked up, instead of the ones that had wrapped themselves around his boots. There seemed to patches of the grass all over the place, one of the few alien species that was green in colour. Most, like the leaves on the trees, displayed leaves of yellow or red, and a rich variety of shades between. There were not any animals to speak of as far as he could see, but that was hardly surprising. Animals with any sense were certain to scarper when a loud, clumsy space ship crashed nearby.Of course, assuming the planet did have creatures, it was probable that the storm had driven them into hiding long before he had arrived. He jumped the last foot from the ship onto a patch of moss that looked more normal than the grass Pierre had discovered, and immediately his attention was drawn to the damaged exterior of the ship. The outside of the vessel was severely scratched and dented, but otherwise had held together remarkably well. It was the varnished and polished metal that had given the ship its Silverbird nickname. The Starbird project had been assigned four of the Navy's Capisson Command Modules in total, which were surplus crew pods that had recently been retired from military service. They had been designed originally to tow cargo containers, but in the hands of the Starbird Project they had been modified to pilot Pierre's new experimental engine.Like the Project's earlier prototypes, the X11 Bluebird and the X12 Redbird, each Capisson module had been identified with a different coloured paint scheme. Silverbird had been named after an automobile that broke several records. Blackbird was named for a record breaking aircraft. Goldenbird was apparently named in honour of the oriental restaurant on the Mars Orbital Platform that many of the technicians frequented. The name given to the forth Capisson module though, was something of a mystery to him. It had been given a yellow paint scheme, but for a reason that defied his comprehension, they had named it Bigbird. This might have made sense if there was a difference in size or design, but the schematics of all four command modules were identical. Thus he had decided that it must be some humour or in joke that he simply didn’t get. Running his hand along the metalwork, he depressed the button that would close the canopy. It responded with an audible hiss that drew a glance from the engineer.“Doc, tis good to see you,” He called to Pierre. “Not too knocked about I hope.” Roq pointed to a panel on the lower side of the vessel below the cockpit. “Could you give me a hand with this?” He asked, not waiting for the other man to respond. It was the compartment he was referring to, through which he could reach the survival equipment stored in the forward lifeboat. With the strong winds howling through the trees and the intermittent rain, Roq had no desire to hang around for long. It was more of an instinct, perhaps due to his years of military training, but he felt uncomfortable staying close to the ship for any longer than necessary. The discovery of plant life on the planet had been one of many surprises, and while he was still having a difficult time reconciling that with his own beliefs, he could not rule out there being other, more dangerous life forms out there as well. Moreover, if there were such dangers, it was sensible to conclude that they would soon be drawn to the crash site in search of food. “We need to find shelter before nightfall.” He added.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre gave an awkward smile and wave, a little lost for conversation at the moment. By the time a proper response had formed within his mind, Roq had moved onto other matters."Could you give me a hand with this?"Pierre looked to where the lieutenant was pointing and could make out the outline of a panel on the belly of the vessel. A part of him could not help but smile. He remembered how he had rolled his eyes during the portion o the briefing regarding the lifeboats. After all, they were expected to make a simple five hour trip through known and charted space - they therefore were to be no more than a few hours from rescue - and in his mind he had presumed them to be entirely unnecessary. What were the odds that he would be proven so outstandingly wrong?He nodded to Roq. "Certainly, sir. I'll be right there." Pierre attempted take a step forwards, but instead found himself stuck fast to the ground. He looked down and spotted the culprit. As it turned out, there was much more of the mysterious alien grass in his immediate vicinity than he had originally accounted for. He tried to pull his boot up, but the grass proved surprisingly strong. He had to grasp his leg with both hands and yank it with all of his strength in order to break free. Unfortunately, this caused him to topple backwards onto his arse. With a mildly flustered face and annoyed grumble he yanked his other foot free of the clingy flora before (carefully) heading over to the panel. With the lieutenant's help they were able to pry  it off, and Pierre hoisted himself inside. He soon returned with a relatively large and heavy canvas case, which he tossed onto the floor.Due to the angle at which  the ship had landed, the rear compartment could not be accessed from the outside. Fortunately, the interior two compartments was separated only  by a thin wall that had been knocked loose by prior events, and it was not a chore for Pierre to pry it the rest of the way off, granting him access to the second identical survival pack. He curiously opened this one and familiarized himself with the contents. It was a standard issue survival bag containing mostly what one would expect - A small tent, cooking utensils, basic first aid it, and roughly a week's worth of field rations, which Pierre barely thought of as food. One item that surprised Pierre was a t the bottom of the bag, and was responsible for the bulk of its weight - a type 40 guass rifle. Pierre awkwardly picked it up. He had never so much as held a firearm in his life and would need a bit of instruction as to how to use it. He supposed that the lieutenant would be able to offer his expertise in that regard.Pierre packed everything back into the bad and sealed it back before tossing it down like the other on and lowering himself out. Unfortunately, his landing was less than graceful and he again toppled to the ground, this time striking the left side of his head against a small rock, exasperating and re-opening his previous head injury. He groaned as he sat up, fresh blood trickling from his scalp.
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conversations.value: Mek!: The dexterity of the engineer was quite impressive as he crawled up inside the narrow maintenance space between the bulkheads and the outer shell of the ship. That whole section had been flooded with coolant in space, but the angle of their landing and the damage to the nose had allowed most of it to drain away. For an Earth born, and a civilian for that matter, Pierre was an unusually slim man, at least from Roq's limited experience of Earthers. The slightly lower gravity was proving helpful however, as he hefted the survival kits out of the wrecked vessel. Roq studied his bag, finding it identical to others he had previously used. Navy officers were required to hone their survival skills for just such occasions, but this was the first time he had ever needed to put them into practice. The first thing he reached for was the weapon. He had his leg holstered pistol, but with an unknown situation surrounding him, he felt it prudent to have the extra protection for both himself and Pierre. There was no telling how competent the engineer would be with a firearm, or even if he knew which end to hold, so Roq decided to take no chances. Lifting the rifle up, he opened the chamber and inspected it, finding it clean, empty and never fired as he had expected. He grabbed the magazine next, checked it was full and pushed it into the gun with an audible click before slinging it over his shoulder.The rest of the bag contained a standard field ration pack for several days, a small tent, foil blanket and first aid kit, a solid fuel burner and a variety of small tools. There was also a water purifier, oxygenator and a few other bits of useful kit for surviving out in the wilderness. Most of this kit had been designed for surviving on Earth or Mars, and would have been little use in space or on an asteroid, but judging by their surroundings, this place looked like a natural wilderness than any place he had ever been to. He was just inspecting the rations when he heard Pierre slip. He looked up to see the other man fall unceremoniously from the hull of the vessel and slam bodily onto the ground below. For an engineer and a remarkable inventor the man was incredibly clumsy. In the short time he had known Pierre, Roq had lost count of the number of times of had seen him stumble out of the simulators or trip over an airlock. It was a wonder that he still had all his limbs. The pilot was quick on his feet and bridged the gap between them in a mere few strides."Stay still." Roq ordered as he reached his fallen companion still clutching his survival bag. "Don't move." He squatted, opening the bag and reached inside for the first aid kit. It was an instinctive response to the sight of blood as it dripped from a wound on the engineer's head. Countless hours of military training had taught him how to react in such situations, to use the casualty's first aid kit instead of his own and whenever possible, to avoid such situations in the first place. As the latter lesson had proved impossible, he concentrated on the first two. It was imperative that they get to shelter before sunset on this mysterious world, for there was no telling what dangers were about them. In such a predicament having a civilian along was already a liability, but one he could deal with. An injured civilian, most likely with a concussion, if not more severe injuries, was not going to make things easy. He opened the kit and fiddled through until he found what he needed."Hold fast." He said, attending to the wound. "When I'm done here, we need to move." He thought it best to keep the engineer's mind occupied by something other than his injury. "There is higher ground north of here and caves for shelter." At least he hoped there were. In truth he knew not what lay beyond the first rows of trees, but finding a cave would be their best chance of shelter. Having cleaned the wound, Roq tied a bandage around it. "Do you think you can walk?" He asked hopefully.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre had little to say as his injuries were attended to, save for grumbling curses at himself as his head was bandaged. He strangely expected his head to be throbbing right now, but it actually felt strangely numb. In fact, come to think of it, his entire body felt.  . . fuzzy, and not totally there. He tried to move his head up, but it felt as though his every action was lagging behind the rest of the world. Eventually, however, his head did move up as he became face to face with the lieutenant.He heard Roq say something to him, but his voice sounded hazy and distorted and Pierre had to read the Lieutenant's lips in order to make it out.. . . Could he walk? That was a good question. With a small grunt he tried to stand, but he moment he was on his feet he immediately felt a wave of dizziness overcome him as he toppled over, only barely managing to get his hands out out in front of him to catch himself before he hit the ground. No, he could not walk - he couldn't even properly stand up. He groaned as he moved himself back up against the ship of the ship and rested himself against it."L-lieutenant". . . Pierre began, an evident slur contaminating his voice, "I don't. . . I don't think I'm going any where. . . time soon. Ughh. . ."
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conversations.value: Mek!: "Oh for goodness..." The pilot began, rolling his eyes and catching Pierre as he stumbled unsteadily. Roq manhandled him safely back to a seated position before taking up the ends of the bandage that had only been half applied, and then tied it off properly. It was a wonder that the engineer had survived this long. By all rights, they should both be long dead by now, their ship having smashed into a planet no one believed could sustain life. But somehow, by some miracle of existence, the strange world beneath their feet was full of surprises. Despite all the odds, they had survived the descent, lived through the crash landing and even more unexpectedly, they were able to breathe the planet's atmosphere just as though they were on Earth or Mars. Yet despite staying alive and healthy through all of that, Pierre had contrived to slip and injure himself climbing out of the ship."You have a concussion." Roq said, agreeing with the engineer's assessment, for there was no way that he would be going anywhere. It was an annoyance to the Lieutenant who did not want to risk staying so close to the ship for any longer than was necessary. To begin with, the ground around them was saturated with fuel and coolant that had leaked from the damaged ship. There was also the weather to be considered. It would be impossible to predict what conditions they may face from one moment to the next and even if the sky seemed to be clearing in the present, he could not forecast the coming hours. Then of course there was also the chance of alien life forms to consider. Their immediate surroundings were teeming with plant life, and even though there had been no evidence of animals or more complex life forms, it was a possibility that Roq had to consider. If there were indeed any dangerous creatures out there, it would not be long before their attention was attracted to the crash site. That meant leaving the vicinity was a priority, but if Pierre could not move on his own legs, carrying him would mean sacrificing their food and equipment, for Roq could not carry both.“We can’t stay here.” He said thoughtfully, “It is too dangerous here, but I have an idea.” Leaving Pierre’s side, he picked up the two survival bags and slung one over his shoulder. Then with the bulk of the other lofted in his arms he carried them in what he had established to be a northerly direction. The area they had landed on had the appearance of a raised platform, rectangular in shape with steps down from each side. Staggering slightly with the bags, he stepped off the platform and made directly for the nearest treeline. He dropped the bags down at the first tree he came too, about fifty yards from the ship, and then returned for Pierre. The plan was to carry the engineer to the bags, or perhaps even further, and leapfrog their way to shelter and safety. However, lifting the injured engineer proved more difficult than the inanimate bags. The limbs of the other man were limp and it took two attempts before Roq was able to get a solid grasp. Moreover, Pierre was trying to protest through heavy head movements and that even less helpful stutter of his. Roq eventually lifted Pierre from the ground, ignoring the half said protest and for a few steps he was able to carry him. This task was made more difficult by the abundance of the unusual grass that the engineer had discovered. It seemed to move freely and gripped on to anything it touched, creating a mine field of the stuff in clumps along his path.“Alright, so this was not such a good idea.” He admitted when they had at last reached the tree where Roq had placed the bags. It had taken longer than he had thought just to move fifty yards or so and he was already exhausted. Getting them both to shelter with their bags as well, would take a momentous effort and far more time that then had to spare. The sun was already approaching the horizon and there was no telling what the night would bring, or even how long it would last. Moving them all over miles of unknown territory would simply be impractical. Slumping down against the tree next to Pierre, he opened the other man’s bag and pulled out the tent. If he could not carry the engineer to shelter, the least he could do was create a shelter for him there. The tent was a simple piece of equipment to use, for it inflated with an automatic pump and the structural poles within were designed to create a stable, if flimsy, shelter in a matter of seconds. He pressed the button and let go as the loud, shrill pumping began. The compressed roll of fibre material quite literally popped up ad it’s sides filled with air.“Get in.” Roq said the words as an order, but knew that he would need to do the actual physical requirements of that order herself. The small, one man tent had filled, established it’s intended shape and then rooted its self to the ground with pegs on all corners. It may have been relatively common technology by Earth standards, but the digital programming of such simple pieces of equipment always managed to impress Roq. Soon he had the engineer propped up on his bag inside the tent and was tending to his wounds. It was not a perfect solution, but it had got them far enough away from the fuel and coolant that they would be safe if it caught fire, or at least safe enough to give them some warning and time to react. It would have been a sad state of affairs if either of them had tried cooking their rations so close to all that flammable liquid.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre could do little more than mutter incoherently as the lieutenant  rested him against the hull of the vessel. He winced as he felt the  bandages being tightened around his head, but the newfound compression  ultimately proved beneficial. The fuzzy sensation that had been  encompassing his body began to to fade and this thoughts became a it  sharper and more coherent. Unfortunately, his speech was still badly  slurred and distorted, leaving him unable to protest to the move, not  that it would have mattered. Pierre watched as Roq carried the supplies  over to a slightly elevated area  to the north, then returned for him.  Though the walk could not have been more than 200 meters or so, it   nonetheless proved to be a massive ordeal for them. It might no have  proved such an issue such an issue were Pierre at least able to support  his own weight, , but alas, it was up to Roq to carry the weight of both  of them, while Pierre was relegated to the simple task of watching his  step in order to best avoid the patches of adhesive alien grass beneath  his feet, which would have only served to make matters even more trying.It took what felt like almost half an hour for the two of them to reach  the makeshift campsite, but reach it they finally did. Pierre dropped to  his hands and knees as the lieutenant lowered the both of them to the  ground and released his hold upon him. He watched as Roq rifled through  his survival bag and pulled out the inflatable tent, then clamped his  hands firmly against his ears as the shrill pump came to life. It was  mind boggling to him that in spite of all of humanity's advancements  over the centuries, humanity had still not found it worth the trouble to  invent a quieter automatic pump. As if his head didn't hurt enough  already! Fortunately the sound could not bother him for long, as the  tent was inflated in under a minute. Under the orders of the lieutenant,  he crawled into the emergency shelter.The next thirty minutes or so consisted of a petty squabble between a  well meaning and but somewhat overbearing lieutenant  and a slightly  delirious and indignant engineer who continued to insist that he really  didn't need the degree of care being provided to him. Ultimately, the  former won out, and the Pierre reluctantly allowed Roq to prop his head  up on a sleeping bag, place a bag of instant ice on his injury , and  cover him in a thermal blanket (he drew the line, however, at being fed  his rations. He could do THAT much himself). In spite of his bickering,  however, Pierre was actually rather touched  that Roq seemed so  concerned with his well being. While Pierre never had the best social  skills, he was far from ignorant of people's perception of him. From his  interactions with the lieutenant in the past, he could tell that Roq  was less than fond of him, and did not really want to associate with him  outside of the strictest professional necessity. As such, it was  strange to find himself being carefully nursed by a man who at any other  time would have done everything in his power to get as far away from  him as possible. Pierre figured it simply due to his training and not  because of some cliche about how he reallydidcare, but it was comforting nonetheless.With his body at rest, food within him and the swelling in his head  properly attended to, Pierre was already starting to show signs of  recovery. He still clearly concussed, and it would likely be a couple of  days before he fully recovered, but he could talk again if he spoke  slowly (which, ironically, also helped him control his stutter a bit).  His mind, however, had experienced the most recovery, thus far, able to  form and communicate clear and coherent thoughts without trouble.  Unfortunately, all he could think about currently was how they could  possibly get back home. He really wanted to go out and assess the damage  to the X-14, but he knew that that was at minimum a couple of days off.  As he thought about it a bit more, he realized that it didn't really  matter. Even if by some miracle he was fully able to fully repair the  X-14 and find a way to get in back into space intact, the vessel was a  prototype and was meant for quick test runs. It was built to sustain to  individuals for hours, days at the very most. It certainly could not  hold the supplies needed for the months of travel it would take to get  back home. They would have to build a new, much larger vessel, which  meant acquiring large amount of raw material and years, if not decades  of dedicated construction, not to mention the challenge of finding a  power source for it. No, it was highly unlikely that they could ever  accomplish this on their own. That's when Pierre remembered the energy  beam that had slowed their descent, and the villages that he had seen  from the ship as they landed. Pierre mulled over it until it began to  eat at him, and then he spoke, slowly but deliberately."L-Lieutentant. . . I will be frank. . . I don't see how we'll . . .ever  be able to . . . get back to Earth. The ship is likely d-damaged . .  .well beyond repair, and building . . . a new one that could s-sustain  us . . . for the long months would take . . .an extraordinarily long  amount of time, assuming it's. . . even possible. We may very well be  trapped here. H-however. . . I do see o-one possible solution. I know  that it. . . might sound crazy, but we. . . are  not alone on this  planet.  The tractor b-beam . . . that caught us. . . obviously does not  exist naturally. . . someone or something beyond our t-technogy built  it and used it to. . . slow us down. Additionally, as. . . we fell, I  could see what appeared to be. . . villages. . that couldn't  be more  than a few kilometers from here."Pierre slowly and carefully sat up. ". . .Roq, . . if we ever hope to. .  . leave this planet,  I b-believe that our. . . our best bet is to find  the natives of this planet. . . and ask for their help. If they  had  the means to. . . save our ship from c-crashing into the planet. . .  then perhaps  they will also have the means to . . . get us . . . back  home. . ."
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conversations.value: Mek!: It was not an easy task to command, to be responsible for the lives  and welfare of others. Of all the duties that were required of a pilot,  that was probably the part that he cared for the least. He loved to  fly, to control vessels that flew through space at remarkable speeds,  exploring new places and parts of the solar system he had not seen  before. Given the choice, he preferred to fly alone, perhaps in a  fighter or a cargo vessel, but he was a Navy man and as such he went  where he was ordered, flew the vessels he was given and most of the time  that meant commanding a crew or ferrying passengers about. Scientists  were the worst. They had their own agenda, timetables that had to be  kept and they had little regard for safety or the requirements of  others. Assigned as a test pilot though, that was meant to be a cushy  job and usually meant flying solo. True there was a lot of danger  involved in piloting experimental vessels, pushing them to the limits  and seeing what they were capable of. It often meant pushing yourself to  the limits too, and he was fine with that. It was the whole reason he  became a pilot in the first place. But he never expected that the job  would include carrying a passenger along for the ride, and especially  not such an important passenger. Roq had argued against it until he was  blue in the face. He knew that Pierre would be a burden to him, he had  sensed it. The genius who had invented superluminal travel had no  business being onboard a prototype ship, but orders were orders and  there was nothing more that could be done. Of course, then things had  gone horribly wrong. He had crashed the ship into some unknown planet  that was apparently several entire light years from home and was now  responsible for their very survival. It might have been easier though,  had Pierre not contrived to knock himself on the head.Roq  had done all that was possible to make the engineer comfortable, short  of reading him a bedtime story. The inflatable tent was more of a  survival raft, capable of enduring in almost any conditions from riding  watery oceans to clinging onto icy comets. A humid, if somewhat windy  forest would prove easy for such a sturdy shelter. However, it was still  only a temporary solution. The clearing where the ship had crashed was  far too exposed, and lacked and real protection or a suitable source of  fresh water. Pierre had been slipping in and out of consciousness, even  once he was laying down and Roq had prepared some food for them both.  Roq was outside, preparing his own bag and equipment when Pierre had  started talking. The man's voice was broken and incoherent in parts as  his addled mind attempted to form a series of rather long winded  sentences. Some of it actually made sense, but there were parts that  seemed to come out in some old or foreign language, Latin perhaps, Roq  did not know and so he paid little attention."Rest,  Pierre." He said compassionately. "Save your strength. You will need it  when I return." With that, Roq picked up his pack and slung it onto his  back. He had stripped out most of the weight from it, so that he  carried only the essentials he would need if he got lost or the storm  came around again. He was confident in his navigational skills, but not  so much in the alien terrain he was up against. It would take a lot for  him to admit it, but Roq did not like the thought of leaving Pierre  alone in such an unknown and inhospitable environment, but there was  nothing else that he could do to help the man recover and staying there  would not help matters. The best thing for Pierre was sleep, Roq had  told him as much, and so it was that the Lieutenant set off on his own  in search of fresh water, food and more suitable shelter. With any luck,  he would return before Pierre woke again refreshed and recovered from  his injury.Roq set off in what he approximated was a northerly direction, as best that he could. The forest was thick with trees and varieties of undergrowth that were completely unknown to him. Indeed, he was certain that no one had ever seen their like before, for he was standing on an uncharted planet that no one had ever been to before. At least, not to his knowledge. This was true exploration, seeing things that no human had ever experienced before, and in honesty, he felt quite excited by that. He might have been more excited though, if he believed that there was any chance of returning home alive to tell others of the planet. But although he had hope, he had understood when Pierre had declared fixing the ship to be almost impossible. He weaved his way between the trees heading deeper into the forest, searching for another clearing or a hill that would give him a better view of their surroundings.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre stifled an annoyed sigh as the lieutenant dismissed what he had to say. Of course Roq wasn’t going to listen to him in his current condition. The only thing for Pierre to really do was to wait until he had healed up and then either try and convince Roq or to simply seek him out himself.In the meantime, however, Pierre was struggling to keep his eyes open. He lay back against his makeshift bed and relaxed as he drifted off to sleep . . .----------It had taken the young woman just over an hour to traverse the forest floor, but she had finally arrived at the fallen vessel. The first thing she noticed was that she couldn’t find any bodies within the rubble, which came as a relief to her. Either the ship wasn’t manned or whoever was in it survived the crash, and was likely nearby.  As she examined the wreckage, she found herself left in a state of perplexity at her findings. Strangely enough, the control system was eerily similar to one that would be used by the Centurii on their patrol ships, but the design was completely foreign, as were the various insignias that decorated the hull and interior, which led her to conclude that the vessel did not belong to anyone or anything native to this planet. Even stranger, however, was that despite this, the various writing adorning the vessel, inside and out, was in her own language . . . well, the language shared by her kind and the Centurii, anyway.One inscription in particular caught her eye. She read it aloud softly:“Ion X-14 -- Experimental Vessel - Property of the United Earth Navy. . .”She blinked.  Earth. . . why did that name sound so familiar?Before she could contemplate the matter further, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sudden shrill sound coming from the distance, causing her to instinctively duck behind the wreckage. Slowly, she poked her head out in the direction of the sound. She could vaguely spy something in the distance, but couldn’t quite make out what, so she slowly crawled forward, taking care to remain hidden among the foliage as she moved as close as she dared to the site.What she saw was both expected and perplexing at the same time. It was immediately clear that these were the survivors of the crash, as evidenced by the symbols and insignias from the wrecked ship also adorning their clothes, but their appearance was what surprised her. They looked strikingly similar to her own race and exactly like the Centurii, but much of their gear and clothing was like nothing she had ever seen before. Furthermore, she had already determined that their vessel was not native to this planet, and it therefore would stand to reason that the men must be extraterrestrials as well. So, why then, did they look so much like the Centurii, or as the Centurii would sometimes put it, so. . .So human.  . . Of course. Earth. Now she remembered where she had heard that name. Her grandparents had told her stories about a race known as humans who came from a planet named Earth several generations ago, and how the colonists split off into the Centurii and her own race, the Lanari. At the time she had had a hard time believing that the two races could have once been the same, but there was now living proof of it right in front of her – Humans, from planet Earth.As she continued to observe them, she noticed that one of them was likely injured having trouble walking, and was being directed into the shelter by his companion. Her first instinct was of course to rush over and provide her assistance (as that was the whole point in coming out here, after all), but she hesitated. Had they been Centurii, she would have known what to say or do in order to prevent any potential trouble, but she had of course never met a Human before and had no idea how they would react to her presence, and the fact that one of them was carrying what was clearly a weapon on his back meant that it was best not to take chances.  Still, she couldn’t just leave them. She paused, trying to decide what to do next.Luckily, she soon caught a lucky break. She watched as the two held a brief conversation (she was still too far away to make out what was said), before the well man left the camp, heading southeast. If he kept heading that way he would likely run into the Centurii patrols sooner or later, as he was headed straight for their capitol city. Whether or not that was his intent was not certain, but it didn’t really matter to her. The man was armed and seemed plenty capable. She was sure that he would be fine. Her focus was still on the injured one in the shelter, and with his companion gone, she was finally able to work up the courage to try and do something. Hostile or not, she was sure that she could handle a single injured man. She made her way over to the shelter and peered inside.
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conversations.value: Mek!: It was difficult to see through the dense foliage of trees and undergrowth, but when he did glimpse the sky it occurred to him that the planet's primary star was already descending towards the western horizon faster than he expected. Roq had kept it over his left shoulder as he navigated his way through the forest, confident that he was heading in the right direction. There was no clear path to speak of, but he had not gone far before he found himself climbing over a wall. It stood akin to the one at the crash site, though covered by an overgrown tangle of roots and vines. Roq also discovered quite a nasty mass of thorns. Closer inspection of the wall made it unclear which was older, the wall or the forest. Both could easily have been features for hundreds, if not thousands of years. There was another wall beyond, half destroyed by a fallen trunk. It was as though he had stumbled into the ruined remains of a building, where at least a dozen ancient trees had pushed themselves up through what was left of its foundations. The far wall was slightly higher, at least in places, and on the tallest spot was something else.Whatever it was, Roq definitely saw it before it saw him. But that advantage did not last long enough to reach for his weapon. It was mostly black like oil, with iridescent patches of blue and gold streaking across its body and defining the extremities of its small shape. Even at a distance, the magnification of his ocular lenses picked out the needle like barbs that covered its back. It was the movement of a long appendage that caught his attention first though, for it swung loosely back and forth as it hung down with resemblance to a monkey’s tail. Roq was immediately aware that he was looking at a life form, poised intelligently on a high viewing point and keenly alert to its surroundings. It stared at him uncertainly as it rocked on its clawed legs. He was not sure, but at a guess decided the strange alien was a kind of mammal, had four legs and could easily have been a genetic cross between an ape and a porcupine. Not that he had seen either of those old Earth species anywhere except in museum pictures, but it was a fair conclusion and came with an even more startling realisation. There were complex and sentient life forms on this alien planet.⁷His attempt to move closer however, was met with a threatening mew from the creature, which tensed defensively as it displayed two rows of long, sharp fangs. The colours on its back flared brighter and the barbs flexed. Heeding the warning he backed away and looked for way to go around as he debated whether those aggressive looking needles were poisonous. Roq was not therefore prepared for the suddenness of the creature’s demise. One moment it was sat there hissing like a cat, and the next it was gone. The tail like part flew towards him, landed a few feet away and flopped over a root. Blood splattered out in the direction it had gone, covering leaves and branches in bright orange fluids. Roq ran, not daring to wait long enough to see the attacker. He had barely seen a glimpse of it, for the speed of the strike was phenomenal. He could hear it rustling through the canopy of the trees above, where it sounded like a fight had broken out, but after a hundred yards or so he was certain that the aggressor was not following. All he could recall was a large, claw like arm like the pointed tail of a scorpion, which had descent from above and swiped across the far wall in a flash. He slowed his pace to get his bearings, but he did not stop again until he reached another clearing. He had jumped over more ancient wall and ducked under a fallen tree before he reached it, with any thought of direction or how to get back to the ship forgotten in the rush to get away. He could handle the presence of small mammals, even with their pointy barbs and sharp fangs, but knowing there were things hidden in the trees above him with giant insect like claws scared him.He had never needed to worry about such things before. Whether it be in the mines of Sirius, the geyser fields of Europa or on the surface of Mars, there was never a risk of creatures jumping out at him, for there were none. Very few species other than humans had emigrated into space from Earth, and while the so called Blue planet still had an abundance of species, the number of animals Roq had seen could be counted on his fingers. There were rats in space of course. Somehow, no matter how hard people tried, eventually rats would find their way into every colony ever built. People had taken dogs into space too, and cats of course. There had been a cat on the Mars Orbital Platform called Wendle, which belonged to Admiral Poon’s wife and had become the station’s mascot. On Luna he recalled, there were ducks at the Tranquillity Zoo. He assumed that the zoo had other creatures too, but he had never actually been inside. He had seen the ducks from his shuttle one time when he was delivering an important diplomat to a meeting there. In hindsight, that was how it had been with many of the grand and famous places he had travelled to. His work had provided the opportunities to visit many amazing parts of the solar system, and then prevented him actually seeing the sights for himself. It was like winning an all inclusive holiday on a cruise ship around the world and then being confined to your cabin for the entire journey. Thus, and for perhaps the first time in his life, Roq was getting to see the sights of a planet for himself, rather than just watching the documentaries about it afterwards. However, at that moment the experience was definitely not unfolding the way he might have hoped. He may have just become the first person to discover sentient life on an alien planet, having already achnowledged himself as the first pilot to travel faster than the speed of light, but he would have happily traded it for somewhere else, probably anywhere else if given the choice.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre was still fast asleep, oblivious to the  intrusion into his makeshift living quarters. His mind was instead  focused within the realm of the subconscious, creating an artificial  reality for him to reside in as he slumbered. Within his dream, Pierre  found himself alone in a white void, the only sound being that of his  footsteps upon the "ground" beneath him. He looked around, trying to  make sense of this strange place, when he suddenly felt a looming  presence behind him. He turned around slowly, expecting to see a  horrifying monster, but he was instead greeted by the sight of a young  woman. . . no, woman wasn't quite the right term. This was an adolescent  female, or, in simpler terms, a girl, no older than about 14 or so. She  was as naked as the day she was born, wearing only her smile as she  looked at him, making no attempt to cover herself. What startled Pierre  the most, however, was that that despite her young age, she was without  question the most beautiful female that he had ever laid eyes upon.  Slowly, she walked towards him, still bearing that sweet and innocent  smile upon her face. Pierre tried to back away but found himself now  pressed up against some sort of invisible wall, thwarting his escape.  Soon, she was close enough to touch him. She placed a hand on his chest and  the other on his cheek, and Pierre found himself unable to stop her as  she gently pulled the two of them in for a kiss.- - -Good, he’s still asleep.The  young woman quietly made her way into the man’s shelter, still unsure  if she was making the right decision. She had no idea when the other man  would be back or how deep in sleep the man in front of her was, and if  either of them found her in the shelter like this, there was no telling  what could happen. Nonetheless, she had already made her choice and  she wasn’t going back on it now. She moved over to the man and knelt  over him. She immediately took notice of the bandages wrapped around his  head and carefully unraveled them to get a better look. She couldn’t  help but grimace.That’s a nasty head wound. No wonder he was having trouble walking. No matter. I believe I can help with that.She  took a deep breath and placed a hand on the injury. Slowly, her hand  began to glow, and soon after, so did the wound as it began to close.  Sadly, her powers were not the greatest among her kind, and it soon  became apparent that it would take several minutes to fully mend the  injury, assuming she could at all.As  she rested her hand more firmly against his scalp she inadvertently  lifted his head upwards, giving her a good look at him. Unlike the other  man, whose posture and behavior had been quite akin to that of a  soldier, the man before her was clearly nothing of the sort. His skin  was surprisingly soft skin and his face was placid, giving off the aura  of a rather sensitive individual. Of course, there was only so much  information that she could gather from an individual simply by looking  at them, and what she had observed was certainly insufficient to draw  any real conclusions, but throughout her life she had found that she  almost had a knack for reading people, and most of the time her  intuition had been proven correct. She was fairly confident that such  was the case in this instance as well. In any case, one thing she could  be certain of was that, at least to her, he was a strikingly attractive  man. Her hand slipped away from his head and she simply smiled, watching  the rising and falling of his chest as he continued to slumber.Well,  at least until he woke up. It was so sudden. One instance the man was  sleeping, the very next his eyes were fluttering open  as he sat up. The  Lanari woman had no chance of leaving before she was spotted, so she  simply moved back and hoped for the best.- - -Pierre  awoke with a start, having experienced the strangest and most vivid  dream of his life. Were it not  for the sudden change in scenery he  would have genuinely believed that he just made made sweet love to a  teenage girl. As it was, in his still groggy state he did not  immediately recognize his surroundings and suspected that the may in  fact still be dreaming, but after a few seconds he began to remember  what had happened over the last 24 hours and he concluded that he was  indeed awake, although something didn’t feel quite right. His hand moved  up to the spot of injury on his head, but to his surprise he felt no  bandages, and he found that we felt surprisingly well, far better than  he should given the severity of his concussion. He looked down at the  bandages in his lap, and out of the corner of his eye he could make out a  human figure at the other end of the shelter. He looked up, expecting  it to be Roq, only to instead be greeted by the sight of a strange,  half naked woman. Startled, his hand went towards the rifle laying next  to him, (even he still didn’t know how to actually use it), but the  woman was faster and closed the distance between them, placing her hand  on his.“Shhhh, it okay.  I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax.” Her words alone would likely not  have convinced Pierre, but here was something about her voice and the  way that she was looking at him that put him strangely at ease. His hand  slipped away from the rifle and he fell back into his bag. The woman  looked at him with a smile. “You really are a human, aren’t you? Tell  me, what is your name?”Pierre, unsure of what else to say, answered truthfully. “P-pierre. . . Dr. Pierre Marten. . . and yours?”“You may call me Aurora.”
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conversations.value: Mek!: There were a great many things that were not adding up. The strange planet orbiting a red giant star seemed utterly impossible and yet appeared as real to him as any planet he had stood upon, and he had stood upon quite a few in his time. There was a forest that could not easily be explained, with plants, animals and trees that had never been seen before. It could have been Earth, perhaps a few hundred thousand years in the past, when forests had covered the Human homeworld, but the stars were all wrong. He understood that much at least. He doubted that he had travelled into the future too, time travel was impossible, he knew that too. But then faster than light travel was meant to be impossible too, or rather it was thought so until Pierre had come along. The Doc had delivered a miracle that would surely revolutionise travel for future generations. Then there were the mysterious walls. The whole forest, or what little of it he had seen, appeared to have grown upon the ruins of a city. The structures were mostly stone, but the one he found himself crouched behind had a metal structure too. It was ancient and heavily corroded, but definitely metallic.The obvious answer suggested that he was among the remains of an advanced civilisation, but that made no sense to him either. It was common knowledge that there was no intelligent life beyond Earth, nothing more than a few bacterial organisms, and not everyone believed those were real and more likely the result of some contaminated samples. The amount of evidence that grew out of the ground before him though, threw any such speculations clear out of the pool. His rational mind insisted there must be a simple explanation, one that did not involve extrasolar exoplanets, extraterrestrial lifeforms and any number of other words beginning with ex, but Roq’s eyes were telling him a very different story. He had climbed an embankment, a foothill of the mountains ranging up larger as he approached. He had covered a lot of ground much faster than he had expected, in part due to that lengthy sprint, but also because the lower gravity made it a lot easier to move, even through the thick undergrowth of the forest. The dense clumps of trees began to thin out as he reached higher ground, making way for outcroppings of rocks among high ridges and deep trenches that must have been carved by ancient rivers, or perhaps historic volcanic activity. It was highly probable that the mountain he was heading toward had once been an active volcano.He felt confident that he was searching in the right place for a suitable location for their camp. In the shadow of the mountains their was shelter from the strongest winds, and there were bound to be caves further up. The native wildlife were a concern though, for he had not anticipated competing for territory with other lifeforms, and caves were likely to shelter any number of creatures that might not welcome human intruders. At the end of a long trench he spotted a likely candidate where a pile of rocks had fallen and turned to investigate, keeping to the higher ground. No sooner had he turned though, when something in front of him moved. It was large and looked just like any of the other exposed rocks and boulders strewn over the uneven landscape, but this one was different. It did not move fast or with any grace, but it rose from the ground like an old man standing from his arm chair. Roq stopped in his tracks and took a cautionary step backwards, which proved to be a mistake. His weighted foot slipped on a large stone and his balance failed as he tumbled back. The pack hit the ground first as he clutched instinctively to his weapon, then rolled him over as the ground gave way. He slid bodily down the embankment without any grace or ability to stop himself amid an avalanche of scree and detritus until he came to rest, a little battered and bruised upon the long yellow grass at the bottom.A piercing scream rang through his ears and at first he suspected that it must have escaped his own dry throat. The fall had certainly knocked the wind out of him, but embarrassingly it sounded far too high pitched and feminine for his comfort. The second scream though, definitely was not his and cleared any doubt from his mind, for he was not alone there. His eyes revealed more evidence of this as he pushed himself up from the ground. Something inside him attempted to claim that it was not real, that he was hallucinating or unconscious and dreaming, but everything else felt real enough. The pain in his side, the hard wet ground and the cool lashing wind were all still real, so the creature before him must surely have been real too. He pinched himself to make sure and then shuffled onto his feet before standing up. The screaming creature was about half his size, bipedal and almost definitely a humanoid female. She was also completely naked, although by that point she was already running away. A discarded canvas bag flopped lopsidedly on the floor by his feet where the creature had dropped it In fleeing.To his inexpert eye the creature appeared to be human, but after all he had seen, he was convinced that it was impossible. He and Pierre were the very first humans to travel faster than the speed of light, so anyone heading out of the Sol System would have needed a century at least reach the next nearest star system. Alpha Centauri was the closest at four light years distance, so even at light speed it would take in excess of four years to get there. Their ship had reached this planet and crashed within a matter of minutes, perhaps an hour at most, it was difficult to tell for he had been knocked unconscious. If this was Centauri though, as the Doc had tried to persuade him that it was, there was absolutely no chance at all that other humans could be living here on the planet’s surface. But that meant the creature must surely be alien, unless his eyes were playing tricks on him. It could be a hallucination, for there was no telling what pathogens and viruses might be floating around him in the air he was breathing. Everything about this place defied logic. The bag felt real enough though as he picked it up and felt the weight of material in his hand. Inside he saw a purple died cloth, perhaps a dress or scarf  and a small wooden box with shapes carved around its corners.“Drop it, mister.” Came a voice clear, crisp and unexpected. It had a thick warning tone and a hint of annoyance in it. He had been looking down into the bag, so when he looked up he was surprised to see another figure walking towards him. This creature was different to the first in several respects. Although also humanoid in form, this one was taller with long white hair and weathered face. It appeared female, who in human terms must have been at least seventy years old with wrinkled leathery skin that hung from her bones and about her chest. The woman wore a long silk like skirt from her waist, but nothing else. Two fulsome breasts hung from her chest, exposed to the elements and his gaze as she approached. He tried not to look at them, keeping his eyes up and focused on her face. The other one, shorter and now obviously a lot younger, followed cautiously behind.“I said drop it.” The old one said again. There was a element of threat in her voice that he did not like. The figures did not look armed, they did not seem to be holding anything at all. In fact, he felt certain that he could bring up his rifle and kill them both without any resistance at all. But there was something utterly incomprehensible that kept him rooted unflinchingly to the spot. It was not what was said that surprised him, but the fact that he understood what was said to him. That was the weirdest thing and it caught him dumbfounded, as though he had just woken up from a long sleep to find out that he had been made Emperor of Earth. Both were equally unlikely, and yet he was staring at the truth even though he was having a hard time believing it. Slowly, he lowered the bag and placed it on the ground.“What are you?” Roq asked.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre wasn’t entirely certain what he was feeling at that exact moment, of for that matter what he even should have felt. His instinct told him that he should be alarmed, but for some reason, he simply wasn’t, almost as if some unknown force was acting upon him, demanding that he not be afraid. In any case, this proved to be a boon for the rational half of his brain, which thanks to a different unknown force was now acting at full capacity, allowing him to assess his various feelings properly.The most prominent feeling at the immediate moment was surprise. Upon dozing off, he had not expected to awaken to the site of an unknown human by the name of Aurora kneeling over him. His surprise then morphed into confusion as his mind fully processed the second half of that thought. The being in front of him certainly looked like a human at first glance, but her eyes were an unnatural color for a human, glistening like freshly cleaned and polished gold as she stared back at him. Could she perhaps be an alien? Yes, of course, she had to be. Likely she belonged to the small civilization he had seen overhead before he and Roq had crashed. Pieree’s confusion was replaced with ecstasy at the thought of making first contact with what was the first intelligent extraterrestrial life to be discovered by man! It was strange how human she looked, though. Perhaps she was a shape-shifter of sorts? If so, it was an impressive display of mimicry. Were it not for her eyes and a faint glow that seemed to radiate off of her skin. . . and that was when his mind returned full circle to surprise again, as it finally caught up to him she was almost entirely nude.Aurora sat back with her legs crossed, still smiling at him. “So the legends are true. . .”Her statement was to rile Pierre’s curiosity (and thankfully, help take his eyes off of her body). “What d-do you mean?”, he inquired.“When I was little, my grandparents told stories of how thew first people here arrived on this planet from a far away world known as Earth. They were known as ‘humans’ and were supposed to settle this planet and expand their race, or something like that.”Of course. The generation ships sent out in the early 2100s. Pierre recalled that one of the ships had been destined for the Alpha Centuri Star system, but that the United Earth Navy had lost contact with the vessel along the way and presumed it to have been destroyed. The revelation was bittersweet for Pierre, for while it was a pleasant surprise to discover that one of the colonization missions had been a success, it was also a bit of a blow to find out that the beings on this planet were not true extraterrestrials as Pierre had hoped. Then again, it begged the question: She spoke as though she wasn’t a human herself, but if she was in fact the descendant of human colonists, then how could that be?Pierre was about to inquire further on the matter, but before he could he began to feel an ache developing in the area of his prior head injury, and he clutched his hands to his temples as everything started to become fuzzy again. He suddenly felt the hand on his injured side being moved away, and it was replaced with hers.“Easy there”, he heard her say. “Let me help.” Before he could ask what she meant, he felt a felt a strong pulse of heat coming from her hand, which morphed into a comforting warmth as Pierre again felt the pain his head disappear and his mind clear up. Astonished, he looked up at Aurora, whose eyes were now glowing with a white aura. “You . . . how d-did you?”The aura surrounding her eyes disappeared as she took her hand away. “It’s a power I have.  I can heal minor injuries.” She frowned. “Unfortunately, it seems that you hurt yourself pretty badly. I can only mitigate the symptoms, and only for a little bit.”Pierre rubbed the injured spot on his head. She was right. While it certainly hurt less, Pierre could tell that he was definitely still injured. Well, that explained a few things, he supposed, but it still left him with a plethora of unanswered questions.“Pierre?”“Yes?”“I can tell that you still have a lot that you would like to ask me, and there’s a lot I’d like to ask you as well. I would love to talk with you more, but I’d really like to have that wound of yours properly attended to, first. About 2 miles from here is a small city where my kind live. There are better healers there. I won’t make you, but I would really like for you to come back with me. I’ll gladly answer all of your questions along the way.”It was an interesting proposition indeed. While he was wise enough to know that agreeing to such a thing was usually a risky endeavor, he felt that he could trust Aurora, and he was madly in love of he idea of meeting more of her kind and learning about them. There was only one problem. “What about Roq?”She looked at him curiously “Roq? Is that the name of the other human that was with you?”“Y-yes. He headed out s-shortly after setting me up here, and I was w-waiting for him to come back.”“Hmmm. . .” Aurora thought for a moment. “Do you know when exactly he was supposed to return?”Pierre shook his head. “I don’t even know why he headed out or where he was going.”“Well, I suppose we should probably leave a note behind then. Or, if you prefer I guess we’ll just wait until he gets back.”Pierre thought for a moment. “No, I t-think a note will be enough.  Would it be alright if we left directions for h-him to follow us, if he gets back before we do?”“It wouldn’t do him much good. Without an escort like myself the guards would not let him in the city.”“I see. . . well, I s-suppose that in all likeliness we’ll return before he does anyway.”And with that, a hastily written note for Roq was left upon the engineer’s pillow, and the two headed out.
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conversations.value: Mek!: Roq woke with a start, shaken from his dream by the emergence of his  consciousness and the soft sound of someone breathing nearby. His eyes  snapped open and were greeted by a dim light that he was most grateful  for. His head was fuzzy and it took a moment for his senses to focus,  but at least there was no headache. Even so, he felt like he should have  a hangover as tried to recall which bar he had drunk and for that  matter, which bar he had been drinking in. What returned to his memory  though, was the ship, a horrific crash and an impossible planet. He had  woken on a strange bed in a strange room that definitely was not his  own, nor any he immediately recognised. There were herbs hung drying  from tar coated rafters below a thatched roof. The rustic walls were a  pale blue and were leaning perceptibly outwards from the angle of the  floor. He could make out shelves in the twilight that were stacked with  jars and ornaments, but nothing that he could see clearly. How exactly  he had come to be there, he was uncertain, although he was more or less  sure that he had walked there. A bandage around his head explained quite  a bit as he lifted his hand to the dull ache where he had collapsed  upon it, but why he had done so made little sense. He had indeed walked,  dazed and not entirely under his own power. There had been voices he  could not recall. Images of a stone built building among a thicket of  trees and a pair of bare breasts came distinctly to mind before his  thoughts were dragged back into the room.“You’re from Earth.” A thin, feminine voice said from beside him. It was  not a question. It was stated as though it were a matter of fact.  Indeed it sounded more like an accusation. The voice was that of a young  girl sat on a small wooden chair next to the bed. A vague memory  surfaced as he recognised the girl and he let his head slump back onto  the pillow. At least he thought it to be a pillow for it was softer than  the rest of the bed and seemed to be made from some kind of animal fur.  He knew that he had met the girl before, not from what she was wearing  but more from the fact that she was not wearing anything at all. Yet,  despite her accusing tone, she appeared to be more curious and excited  than anything else. She was sat there staring at him with wide, eager  eyes watching his every move. Roq opened his mouth to reply, but the  words caught in his throat and he coughed.“I am not.” He managed to force through his dry throat. It was an  instinctive and defensive response to what he would usually interpret as  an insult. He thought about saying more but his training informed him  not to volunteer information.“Liar.” Another voice called out. He had not seen the older woman in the  room, although he knew that she must have been close by, yet he was  still caught by surprise when she spoke. “It says Earth right there on  your arm.” The woman approached with a mug in one hand and a towel of  some kind in the other. As she came into the light he could see that  unlike before, the woman was dressed. She wore a woven kind of cardigan  over a simple blouse and a long skirt that looked almost as old as she  did. Roq took the mug when it was offered and found that it had been  filled with water. He hesitated for a moment, but decided that his  thirst was greater than his fear of poison or contamination. To his  relief the liquid was hot, freshly boiled and he sipped it gratefully.“Alright.” Roq answered, his voice returning to its normal deep tone.  “Earth is the primary planet in the solar system I come from.” He  conceded, “But I am from Ceres originally. What planet is this?”“Lanar” The young girl replied cheerfully.“That be the popular name for it.” The woman stated, making it evident  that this was not a name she approved of. “You’d know it as Proxima  Centauri B.” Roq frowned. Pierre was right, as impossible as it seemed,  this was Proxima and there were indeed people surviving on its surface.  There were a great many impossibilities about that statement that filled  his head with questions. First and foremost of his questions was how  exactly his ship had traversed more than four light years in such a  short space of time. He had been knocked unconscious by the force of the  engine overload, but surely that could not have propelled them so far  in just a few hours. True, the engine was still experimental and the  first of its kind, but it had been tested on unmanned vessels and none  of the data had predicted anything close to this. But that was not the  only remarkable thing that he could not comprehend, for he was propped  up on a bed, in a building that stood on a planet that science had  proven centuries ago could not possibly support life. Proxima Centauri B  may be orbiting its host star within the fabled habitable zone, where  temperatures could sustain liquid water, but many years of scientific  research has recorded that the planet was tidal locked and constantly  bombarded by vast quantities of solar radiation. Yet he was alive,  breathing the atmosphere quite normally as though he was back on Ceres  or the Mars Orbital Platform, and he was talking to two very human  looking women. He pushed himself slowly up into more of a sitting  position and nodded his head. "Good, now we be getting somewhere.""How did I get here?" Roq asked."You came on a ship if I be right?" Roq looked at her blankly, for that  definitely was not what he had meant. The woman shrugged with at least a  hint of understanding. "Found you in the hills." She held up something  that looked like a needle with a long feather on the end and pointed to  it. "Drugged. Mind'll return soon." He nodded again in  comprehension as his head swam with more questions. Although he felt  certain he was still alive he could not be sure if his eyes were  deceiving him in some way, but at least some things were starting to  make sense. There had to be an explanation for everything he was  experiencing, but it eluded him. Was he in the presence of an  intelligent alien species and if so, how were they able to communicate  so easily in his own language. Indeed, the woman had a pretty strong  accent but even so, she was still significantly easier to understand  than Pierre, especially when the man was off ranting about some  engineering techno babble. For their benefit and his own though, he  posed the question in a more simplified term. The woman laughed heartily  at his question and had to calm herself before she was able to reply."I'm human as you." She was still chuckling. "I’m Sophia, and this my granddaughter Iseulde. Now who be you?”“Roq.” He answered politely. “Lieutenant Roq Dalzor of the United Earth  Navy.” As suspicious as he felt about his predicament, and as guarded as  he intended to be, at least he could state his name, rank and serial  number. He decided to stop short of actually stating his serial number  though, for although he was clearly being pressed for answers, there was  something about the situation that did not feel like it was a  deliberate interrogation. They merely appeared to be curious about him,  and he was certainly curious about them too.“An officer, well,” Sophia smiled. “Welcome to our planet. Your ship be  in orbit, yes?” Roq shook his head and her smile faded. “But there are  more of you? You can take us back to Earth?”“Roq’s ship broke.” The young girl declared glumly. Both of them turned  to look at Iseulde. There was something about the girl that Roq had not  noticed until she spoke. A faint glow emanated from her body and her  eyes sparkled for an instant, even in the dim light of the room. “The  genius can fix, but he broke too.” She continued, a sheepish shyness in  her tone. The thought knocked an ounce of sense back into Roq, recalling  how he had left Pierre in the clearing. He had not wanted to mention  the engineer to the woman, better that she believe he was alone, yet  somehow the girl had known. Had he spoken in his sleep, or was there  something else at work here.“Did she just...?” He began, voicing his thoughts but not knowing exactly what he was meant to be asking.“No.” Sophia held her hands up defensively. “I don't think." She stared  at Iseulde for a moment and the girl sank back into the chair as though  she had done wrong. "Iseulde be Lanarii.”
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conversations.value: Cuddler: To Pierre’s mild chagrin, he could tell  that Aurora had spoken the truth when she had said that the healing  effects were only temporary. Even now, though only a few hundred feet  from the campsite, Pierre could already feel his symptoms starting to  return. It was doubtful that they would reach the city that she spoke of  without stopping at least once. Nonetheless, the fact that he was up  and about at all was quite the boost to his morale, and he happily kept  face with his strange female companion.Speaking of whom, much of her was still shrouded in mystery. There were  scores of questions that he wanted to ask her, but frankly he wasn’t  sure where to begin, so he remained silent for the moment. His attention  wasn’t really focused on his questions for Aurora anyway – instead, it  was on Aurora herself. He couldn’t help but admire her figure. While he  could not be certain of her exact age, he could clearly see from the  curves on her body that she was a young adult (or at the least a late  adolescent). Pierre had to confess that she was an attractive young  woman, and from the way she was dressed it was hard to imagine her not  being aware of this herself. Try as he might, he could not bring himself  to take his eyes off of her practically flawless skin, her almost  shimmering hair, and. . . her chest. A byproduct of his marriage to his  work and his awkward younger years, Pierre had never before seen or  touched a real human breast. His only experiences with sex at all were a  few stints in pornographic VR, and they never really had much of an  appeal to him. Seeing a nearly nude woman in the flesh was another  manner entirely. Aurora’s bosom was young and firm, swaying gently in  sync with each step, and yet they still managed to appear almost  paradoxically soft and supple as well. Pierre felt a growing urge to  reach a hand over and feel Aurora’s breasts, but of course he refrained.Aurora must have taken notice of Pierre’s fixation upon her, for she looked at him and smiled. “Something on your mind?”Pierre blinked, Aurora’s question snapping him out of his trance. There  were indeed several things on his mind, but he dared not ask the most  immediately prominent question on his mind, instead electing upon the  runner up. “Back at the campsite, y-you claimed that you were of human  descent, b-but you said it in a way, that implied that you yourself were  not human.”Aurora nodded. “That is correct.”“Then. . . what are you?”“My race is known as the Lanari. In many respects we are technically  human. We are indeed descendant from and can even interbreed with  humans, but we’re also very different in several regards.” She looked to  Pierre, who responded only with a look that beckoned her to continue.  She obliged him. “There are a few versions to the story of how we came  to be, but all of them agree that sometime in the past, not long after  humanity first colonized this planet, they came across the ruins of an  ancient civilization with technology so advanced that they at first  mistook it for magic. The discovery divided the colonists. Many of them  feared technology so far beyond their comprehension, but a few opted to  explore this strange new realm that they had encroached upon. And so,  the colony split in two. Over time, the two groups grew apart, which  would only be exacerbated by what was to come. One day, one of the  colonists within the ruins accidentally activated a piece of alien  technology which proceeded to scan him. To the colonist’s amazement, the  room then materialized a pod in front of him. Being the curious  individual the was, he stepped inside. This decision would prove life  changing, for him, and for the rest of the colony The machine altered  him physiologically, to the point of creating a new race. The first  Lanari had been born.”“Ah!” Pierre chimed in. “So y-you’re saying that your race are an upgraded, humans?”’Aurora smiled. “Yes, I suppose you could say that. The alterations to  our physiology include many abilities that a normal human would view as  supernatural.” She looked up into the branches of a nearby tree, her eyes  fixated on a succulent fruit hanging from one of the upper branches.  She extended her arm out towards the fruit, and in total disregard to  all known laws of physics, the fruit fell from the branch and gently  floated into the palm of her hand.Pierre was gobsmacked. “Incredible. . .”“Happy to see that you’re impressed.” She sighed. “ I only wish that the  humans in the other colony had reacted in such a manner. Instead, it  had only confirmed the fears that they had held against the alien  technology and the colonists who studied it. They responded by banishing  the Lanari and anyone who sympathized with them from their borders. The  fission was complete. The human colonists went on to build a small city  for themselves out of the colony ship, and took on the name of the  Centurii to distinguish themselves from the humans of your world, while  we built our own city out of the ruins. That was about 100 years ago.”“I . . . see.” Pierre by all accounts did not find Aurora’s story all  that surprising. Through what he had been taught of human history, it  seemed that humans had an almost inherently divisive nature to them. It  had taken multiple attempts over almost a hundred years to finally unite  humanity, and even then it was a loose unity that threatened to fall  apart at any time. It seemed as though there was always something  trivial to fight about, be it local geography, cultural differences, or  sexual expression.Speaking of, with his distracting question satiated, Pierre’s attention  almost involuntarily returned to its original focus. Try as he might to  redirect his mind to other matters, he kept coming back to Aurora’s  state of dress. Having spent much of his life in an environment of  either profession or academia, Pierre was not at all used to seeing  anyone dressed in such an incredibly revealing manner. He knew that  there were small communities back on Earth who would choose to forego  clothing and were comfortable interacting entirely in the nude. Perhaps a  similar group existed among her race? In any case, he felt that it  would be grossly impolite to stare, so he did his best to keep his eyes  fixated on almost anything else, his line of sight darting all along the  forest in front of him.“Pierre?”He turned to look towards the voice calling his name and was greeted by  Aurora looking back at him with a perplexed look on her face. “Is there  something else bothering you?”Pierre shook his head vigorously, making sure to keep his eyes on her face.Aurora’s look of confusion morphed into a frown. “Pierre, I know you’re lying. Whatever it is, please tell me.”Pierre sighed. It seemed that there would be no escaping this  conversation. “I-I’m sorry. I’m just not used to seeing someone  w-wearing. . . so little.”Aurora froze for a moment. At first, her face held a vapid and blank  expression, as if trying to process what Pierre had just said. Before  long, however, that blank expression morphed into an intriguing  combination of amusement and sympathy. “Of course, I should have known.  One moment.” She removed the rucksack from her back and set it and set  it on the ground before reaching in and pulling out a large piece of  silk cloth. Unfolding it revealed it to be a simple one piece robe,  which she then donned. It fit loosely but came all the way down to her  feet, more than adequately covering her. She looked back up at Pierre  with a smile. “There. Is that better?”Pierre, not having a better response, simply nodded. He was indeed  relieved to see Aurora dressed, but he was also a bit confused. If she  had that with her the whole time, why wasn’t she wearing it earlier?  “Y-yes, Thank you. I’m sorry if it’s any trouble.”“No, not at all. As I said, I should have known better. I forget  sometimes that we Lanari are much less bothered about nudity than normal  humans are.”Pierre looked at her curiously. “Why is that anyway?”“It has a lot to do with our enhancements. Our bodies are much better at  regulating our body temperature than yours, so we don’t need clothing  to keep us warm. More importantly, however, our sense of touch has been  greatly enhanced.  Many fabrics that are inconsequential to you can be  very irritating for us, so we’re very picky about what we wear, if  anything at all.”“So you’re s-saying that your race actually prefers to b-be naked?”“Many of us do, yes. Over time, the first Lanari grew accustomed to  wearing less around  each other and this became more ingrained within  our culture with each generation. Now we only really bother with  excessive fabric when interacting with the Centurii.“How fascinat – nnngghhh!!!!” The mild headache that had been nagging  Pierre for the past half hour our suddenly flared up into a sharp,  shooting pain. He clutched the aching spot on his head as he collapsed  to the ground.“Pierre!” Aurora rushed over to Pierre and knelt down beside him. “Perhaps we should pause to rest.”Pierre could only grimace and nod in response.
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conversations.value: Mek!: “Lanarii?” Roq repeated, although his pronunciation was far from perfect. He gave them a confused look as he managed to sit up straighter in the bed. The room had stopped spinning and he was finding it easier to focus again. “Do you mean alien?“Well...” Sophia began thoughtfully. “She be in a way, no.” Isuelde rubbed her arm uncertainly as her grandmother tried to explain. “It be a long story.”“Perhaps it would be best to start from the beginning.” Roq suggested. In protest she told that it would take too long, that there was not enough time as people were looking for him. He raising an eyebrow in an attempt to show he wanted to hear the story, or at least as much of it as he could. “How did you end up all the way out here?”“Ah. La Centauri Grand Solaris.” Sophia stated. Roq felt as though she expected him to know what that meant, but while the words were individually familiar to him, he did not know what she was trying to say. He frowned and asked her to repeat it. “The ship we be on. Surely you must have...” She gave him a lopsided look and then pouted. “Oh. We thought...” She turned away with embarrassment. “You not come for us. Earth don’t even know we be here, do they?”“No.” Roq shook his head. "Earth probably does not know that I crashed here either." Cautiously he reached for his leg and the pocket where he kept his tablet. Relieved to find it still there and undamaged, he opened it and searched the database. As he expected, the name and registry of the ship appeared on the screen. The Centauri had been one of several colony ships that left Earth in the mid twenty third century. There were names of company owners and captains, then dates of construction, launch and finally its last known contact, nearly two hundred years ago. Some had been more successful than others. He showed the records to Sophia who collapsed into a chair. It was clear that she had been holding on to some kind of hope. There was a file attached to the record, it listed a flight plan and passenger manifest. As far as he could tell, the plan had been to use Proxima’s gravity to slingshot to another, more distant system until something had gone wrong.“Was four when we stopped.” Sophia recounted solemnly. “Proxima broke the ship. The flares were too big, but the planet saved us. To start we didn’t understand how, thought the world was dead, but there be technology here.” She looked up at him and nodded. “Others had been here before us. Gone though long before, but their technology worked.”“Aliens.” Isuelde declared. “This was their world, but they left.” Her soft young voice sounded almost musical, soothing as though it had some medicinal quality. “They could not carry everything, so their things stayed behind.”“I saw the ruins.” Roq replied. He still had countless questions and many more were forming in his mind as he listened to the details of the story. A noise from outside distracted the conversation for a moment as they all listened. It was a patrol craft, one of several that had apparently been sent out to search for Roq’s ship. Sophia returned to the conversation once the noise had drifted away and described the first days her people had survived on the planet surface, the wonders that they found and the toll it took upon those who survived the crash. Their pilot and several colonists died, while many others had been injured.“We were not one people.” She continued. “Our Earth ancestors were different. They believed different or wanted things different. They flew in the stars to escape, to be different.” She smiled. “In the ship they worked as one, but here became different again, you see?” Roq nodded to show that he vaguely understood. “They were outcasts of Earth. Persecuted people wanting freedom or sanctuary.”“My Dad’s ancestors wanted to fuck children.” Isuelde added proudly, although not without a warning glare from Sophia for the girl’s choice of language. “But it was illegal on Earth.”“It still is.” Roq assured her. Isuelde pouted, although he was not sure if this was caused by his response or the silent chastisement she was receiving from Sophia.“People don’t often agree with laws. My grandfolk were farmers on Earth.” Sophia cut in before the girl could say anything else. “They broke laws cos they rejected synthetic foods. I learn from their teaching and keep their belief.” There had been a time centuries ago, before the wars and the first asteroid colonies, when Earth was so overpopulated that there was not room to farm real crops and animals. Synthetic foods, lab grown meat and eugenic proteins were produced instead. Sophia pointed to the dried herbs hanging down from the rafters. “Many Earth crops grow here.”“Centaurii say Granny is a witch.” The young girl blurted out before she could be silenced.“Stuff of nonsense.” Sophia retorted. “Aint no such thing. I do a bit of healing is all. Do it the proper way with nature. None of your artificial implants and nano zap bots here I can tell you. All that stuff, it’s not right.” He saw Isuelde roll her eyes, suggesting that this rhetoric from the old woman had been heard many times before. The girl fidgeted in her seat and her hands drifted away from her lap, giving Roq a momentary and unexpected glimpse of her pale, hairless crotch. “If you ask me, they all just be jealous.”“Granny is the oldest human on Lanar.” Isuelde whispered, leaning forward so as to be heard only by Roq, although not with any real intention.“That will be enough of that young lady.” Sophia chided the girl. “Go put the kettle on. Eldest indeed.” Isuelde did as her grandmother requested and Roq caught himself watching her slender little figure walked away, her naked buttocks bouncing in her delicate stride. Conscious of this, he dragged his attention back to Sophia. “Most senior maybe. Now where we be at?” Roq prompted her. “Ah, just so. Divided peoples on ground did not agree like they did on ship, but it be beyond repair and no way to get home. We found the ruins, same as you, and technology that made things work here. World you see would not exist without technology. Beyond the shield nothing survives. Air, plants, creatures and people only exist where technology keeps working. People argued over technology here. Most folk wanted it used, exploited, but my folk came here to live without technology. All changed when the pod came though. One of the Paedo people appeared it from ruins technology and it changed him.”“Alien medical chamber.” Isuelde stated, returning with a tray of mugs and a small ceramic teapot in the centre. Roq could see the steam rising from the pot and licked his lips instinctively, for there was a selection of biscuits on the tray too. “They used them to heal their injured.” Roq expressed his understanding of this.“Fault happened, pod were set for alien people, not humans.” Sophia explained. “Scanner thought him broken, tried changing his DNA to alien. Should have killed him, but didn’t. Pod made him shine like you see Isuelde. Gave him powers too, like magic to folk who not seen Lanarii before. Before any could stop them, others tried it. They used them magic powers to make more change though they didn’t want to.” She laughed and pointed to her chest, though there was no mirth in her laughter. “And they call me witch.”“The Lanari were the alien species who built the ruins?” Roq asked, trying to keep up with the sudden speed of information he was receiving as he was handed a hot mug of sweet tea.“Species, no.” Isuelde replied, placing the tray down. “Lanari was not their name, Lanarii chose it.” She returned to her chair where she explained that no one knew what the aliens were really called. Everything they had learned about the aliens had been from their written language, which was a complex lexicon of symbols and pictographs. The symbols that made up the name of their species though, would simply translate as ‘Human’. Whether this was a fundamental glitch of interspecies translation or the aliens actually called themselves Human too, Roq was uncertain and somewhat confused.“Alright, so what happened next?” He asked, trying to change the subject back to history.“War.” Sophia declared after thinking for a long moment about what should be said. “People didn’t want be changed to demons, so they fought. Lanarii people had powers, but Centaurii people had guns.” From her explanation, Roq learned that the humans who had not been changed were able to fortify the crashed ship and built their city around it. They called themselves Centaurii after the planet and the name of their ship, part of which had fallen across a river, creating a dam. They had used it to generate hydroelectric power for their city ever since. The Lanari meanwhile, had retreated down river to build a settlement of their own, but despite many long years without fighting, the war never really ended. “Centaurii don’t trust Lanarii.” Sophia concluded.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre rested himself against  the trunk of a large tree, putting forth  his best effort to relax and keep still  as Aurora again tended to his  head injury. As he lay there, his eyes and hears wandered, taking in the  sights and sounds of the nature that surrounded them. The first thing  to stand out in particular were the trees, most notably due to their  sheer size, with the largest of them reaching over eighty meters in  height and over two meters in diameter. Pierre knew of a few trees back  on earth that had achieved such a height, but he had never seen one in  person before, and to see a natural organism reach heights that he  associated with extravagant man-made structures was a mystifying and  humbling experience.Looking back towards ground level, Pierre was next focused on the large  and diverse biome of of lesser flora that decorated the lower branches  of the trees, ranging from tiny three to four-petaled lilac-like flowers  to gargantuan blossoms over ten centimeters in diameter, all in an  amazing assortment of colors. The flowers were attached to blue and  green vines that intertwined as they wrapped around the trunk of the  tree and descended into the forest floor, where they joined an expansive  assortment of various shrubs and bushes, sporting a vast array of  shapes, sizes, and color variation on both the leaves and the berries of  the plants. Even from his limited vantage point, Pierre could make out  no less than seven different species.As Pierre relaxed further, his took over and he instead focused on the  sounds of the forest, and was not disappointed. In the background, was  the simple tranquil sound of wind rustling through the branches of the  trees, which was nicely complimented by the sounds of what he assumed to  be insects. Relegating some of his focus back to his sight his  suspicions were soon confirmed, laying witness to the presence of  several small creatures partially hidden among the forest foliage. He  had seen holographic images of ecosystems very similar to this back on  Earth, and yet the sight before him still managed to be very bit as  alien as he had hoped it to be.“And. . .  done!” Aurora stepped back and admired her handiwork. “Since  you were awake and fully cooperative, I was able to do a much better and  more thorough job this time. In fact, you might not even need a doctor  after, but it will be a few hours before we can be certain of that.”“S-splendid to hear.”, Pierre replied as he rubbed his scalp, surprised at how normal it felt, as well as how normalhefelt.At present, he had to agree with Aurora, he felt no need for a doctor  at the present. “Does this mean we’ll be heading out again s-soon?”“We have time to spare, but if you wish then we can.”“Actually. . .” Pierre said as he looked around, “I t-think I prefer to stay here awhile longer.”Aurora smiled. “The forest is lovely, isn’t it? It was one of my  favorite places to explore when I was little. Nowadays it still holds a  special place in my heart, but as a sentry I don’t have as much free  time as I used to, so I don’t get to come out as often. I suppose I  should be thanking you for giving me an excuse to come out here today.”Pierre’s face pinkened a little. “Er, w-well, g-g-glad to be of  s-service?” His response must have amused Aurora, who couldn’t stop  herself from giggling at his response, which only caused Pierre’s blush  to deepen. Perplexing to him, however, was the sound of her giggle – it  sounded much more akin to a child than to a woman of her age.After not too long Aurora regained control of her verbal spasms. She  took a breath and looked at Pierre.  “My apologies, Mr. Pierre. I meant  no offense.”“N-none, taken, I assure you.”Aurora shifted herself into a more comfortable position as she moved  closer to Pierre. “So, anything that you want to talk about? I sense  that you still have questions that you’d like to ask me.”“I do. . .” Pierre replied. “b-but I thought I’d let you have a chance to ask your own questions. . . if you have any, that is.”“How nice of you.” Aurora looked up towards the sky, pondering her first  question. “Tell me more about how you and your friend got here. The  technology within that vessel must be rather impressive for you to  accomplish such a feat.”“Actually, I’m not certain that we can fully take the credit for  arriving here. . .” And with that, Pierre told Aurora the full story of  their adventure, from the design of the X-14, including its capabilities  and limitations, to the test run that went horribly awry, to their  crash landing onto the planet. “. . .A-and that is our current  situation.”, Pierre finished. “The ship is likely d-damaged well beyond  repair and even if I c-couldrepair it, we’d never survive the  journey home.“I see”, Aurora replied earnestly, “Do you have nay idea as  to what caused the incident?”Pierre shook his head. “N-not in the slightest. I would have to look at the data logs more t-thoroughly.”Aurora thought for a moment, then sighed. “I wish I knew how to help you.”“Well, actually. . .” Pierre replied, “. . .I was hoping that your  people’s t-technology might be of use. It seems to be well beyond mine.”“It’s possible, I suppose. Truthfully, we don’t fully understand the  technology ourselves. Then again, we haven’t ever put much effort into  trying to understand it. Someone such as yourself may in fact be able to  better utilize it than we ever could.”Pierre was left to beam at this indirect compliment as Aurora pondered  her next question. Before she could ask it, however, both were  interrupted by a loud rustling sound in the shrubs dead ahead of them.  Seconds later, a strange creature roughly the size of a house cat  emerged from the foliage, tumbling forward onto its face. Pierre wasn’t  entirely sure what to make of it. It looked as though it was created by  tossing several earth creatures together into a mixer. It had a body  much like that of lizard, but instead of scales it was covered a short  but relatively dense coat of fur with a feathery tail. It’s eyes, nose,  and general facial structure were very akin to a felid, and its ears  were large and batlike. The creature righted itself and stared at the  two, its head cocked slightly to the side
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conversations.value: Mek!: “I should go.” Roq said pushing himself to his feet. Listening to Sophia had told him a lot about the world he had landed on. It was a strange planet, alien in many ways and yet occupied only by wildlife and the Human colonists that had survived there for almost a century. But he had been sat on the bed listening to the woman’s story for much too long and the guilt at neglecting Pierre was eating away at him. “Thank you both for your hospitality.”“You don’t go now.” Sophia replied earnestly, holding up a hand to stop him. “Patrols be everywhere.”“I must. I...” He stopped himself from saying more. His bag was sat at the end of the bed with the weapon lying beside it. Roq reached for the weapon, checked it and then slung it over his shoulder. The movement made his head ache and there was a dull muscular pain in his shoulder, but nothing that would prevent him from returning to the crash site. The planet’s low gravity helped, for the bag felt lighter than he expected and it felt like he had a slight spring in his step as he moved. “The girl spoke of a genius. He is my engineer.”“But he be broke Isuelde said.” Sophia replied stubbornly. Roq had found her to be kindly woman, compassionate in her simple way, but she was also very protective and not accustomed to taking orders from anyone. She lived by her own rules and moral code, kept Isuelde to them as well, and was not willing to suffer outsiders without a fight.“Yes, he was injured when we crashed.” Roq said, considering whether to explain how he had slipped and fallen from the ship. He decided against it. For all his faults, Pierre was still his responsibility and did not deserve to be laughed at in his current state. He strapped the bag to his back and looked around for an exit.“You will find your genius.” Isuelde said with such confidence that Roq wondered whether she was merely wishing him luck or if she knew something that he did not. He did not wait to find out. He spotted a square wooden door with a handle in the next room he made his way toward it. Sophia stepped out of his way without resistance and for a couple of paces he thought he would make it.“Wait.” Sophia called after him as he reached the door. “Stupid Earth man wait, you be soon lost. You do not know this place.” Roq turned to find the old woman pulling a cloak over her shoulders. “I will guide you.” He looked back at Isuelde who blinked and smiled back. Then Sophia was at the door, pulling it open. “Come.”Roq stepped out into the warm, humid air. It had been much cooler in the cottage, which he inspected as they moved away along a well trodden cobbled path. The building was squat, set low into an embankment with several trees and thick bushes surrounding it. The walls were made from wood and clay, with rows of large rocks piled around the base. Its roof was thatched with thick, broad leaves from some kind of plant that he did not recognise. It was an idyllic place more akin to ancient faerie tales than an alien world. Looking away, he saw mostly trees in every direction, but through them he could make out the open plain and rolling hills in the distance. The deep red star lay low on the horizon, just as it had been when they had crashed. Since then he had learned its name though, which he found comforting despite how impossible it seemed. Proxima Centauri may be the closest star to Earth, to his home on Ceres, but it was still four light years away and his only means of leaving this strange planet was scattered in pieces across it. The sky was much clearer than it had been, the thick brown storm clouds of vapour and dust had cleared, leaving a rusty hued sky hanging over them, intermixed with deeper oranges and reds cast by the setting star. But of course there could be no true sunset for the planet. One of the few things he knew about the celestial body beneath his feet was that it remained tidal locked to the star.Leaving the well trodden path and winding their way through the trees, Sophia cautiously led the way. Roq gripped his firearm as though he were expecting an ambush at any moment, but as he scanned his surroundings he found his mind was focused more upon the magnificence and beauty of the place than any fear of walking into a Centaurii patrol. Despite the dusky brown and burnt red colours around the horizons, the sky directly above had a pale blue quality to it that shimmered and sparkled. It was the effect given by the protective field. He had detected it during their decent through the atmosphere, unlike anything he had ever known before. Alien technology, Sophia had told him. A massive biodome that made this miracle of life possible and it made the sky look as pristine and blue as that of Earth on a cloudless day. Between the high canopy of the trees, he could see two white stars close together and twinkling extremely brightly. They were the binary pair of Alpha Centauri and their proximity made them look brighter than any stars he had known, enough to cast their own shadows on the ground. Unlike Proxima though, these had moved from the first time he had seen them and he made a note to observe their trajectory.“Stop.” Sophia said urgently in a hushed voice. It was the first thing she had said since they had left the cottage far behind and they had reached the edge of an area of open scrubland. She looked concerned, listening for a long moment. Then, thrusting her arm out towards the scrubland she pointed and Roq’s gaze followed until he spotted something on the top of a ridge, perhaps half a mile away. It was difficult to make out at first, for it was low on the horizon and silhouetted by the dark red star behind it. Through the scope of his weapon though, he could see it clearly. It was some kind of military vehicle, armoured with mounted weapon positions on the top and sides. He could make out the tops of six large wheels, a distinctive row of solar panels and several other features that told him all that he needed to know. It was a Terrapod, a kind of pressurised all terrain personnel carrier that was designed to operate in any environment and this one was practically an antique. They had long since been retired from service back home and replaced with more modern equivalents, although he knew of a collector on Mars who still had one in working condition. The one in his scope must have been on the colony ship when it left Earth over a century ago. Sophia tugged at his sleeve and gestured deeper into the forest. “We go around.”
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Aurora’s face suddenly had a look of stern disapproval to it. “Faraz!”The creature responded by curling up a little, indicating that Aurora’s disapproval was indicated at it.“That is a bad boy! Did you follow me all the way here? I told you to stay home!”Faraz responded by curling up completely into a ball and tucking his  ears and tail around himself, giving Aurora a look that Pierre had only  ever seen pulled off by puppies back on Earth.  Fortunately for the  creature, it had the desired effect, and Auroras face softened almost  instantly.“You know that I can’t stay mad at you. Come here.”Faraz immediately perked up and scampered over to Aurora (insomuch as a  creature that moved like a lizard was capable of doing ), jumping into  her lap and climbing up her robe before finally coming to rest on  Aurora’s head.Pierre wasn’t entirely sure what to make of what he was watching. He had  managed to deduce that the creature must be Aurora’s pet of some sorts,  but the creature itself was quite baffling. He had never seen or heard  of anything quite like it back on Earth. Regardless, the creature was a  marvel to look at, and only further cemented the presence of alien life  to him. It was a shame to think how long it would take for all of the  extraterrestrial naysayers to finally be proven wrong, should he not be  able to return with one. But that was really a thought best reserved for  another time.Aurora pulled Faraz off of her head and placed him back on her lap,  gently rubbing the creature behind his ears as the creature trilled in  content. Aurora looked over at Pierre. “Isn’t he precious?”Pierre nodded awkwardly. “What. . . is he exactly?”“A kyuboora. I’m assuming that you don’t have them on your planet?”Pierre shook his head. “I don’t t-think that we have anything quite like that on Earth. Can you tell me about him?”“Ah, so they are indeed native to this planet. I figured as much.  Kyubooras are small arboreal creatures native to the forest. They mainly  eat insects and usually are found near the tree tops, where they jump  from branch to branch using using frills of skin tucked into their sides  to help them glide through the air.” Aurora gently lifted the fur on  Fariz’s side to reveal a pouch of frilled skin folded up inside.  “Sometimes they come down towards the forest floor to forage for fruits  and berries. They aren’t scared of us for some reason and are quite  intelligent, so they’re very easy to tame. They make for fun but  mischievous pets.” Aurora paused as Faraz scampered off of her and  headed for her bag, trying to find a way inside. “Speaking of. . .”  Aurora pulled Faraz away from her bag and opened it, taking out the  fruit from earlier. Faraz trilled with delight and tried to grab the  fruit, but Aurora held it well out of his reach, using her free hand to  wag her finger at the creature while shaking her head. “Uh-uh.”  Faraz  let out a sound that combined a trill with a whimper as he stretched out  his front legs onto Aurora’s chest, giving her the same pitiful look  from before. Aurora them demonstrated another of her abilities. Her eyes  glowed, and she gently placed her free hand on Faraz’s back. Pierre  watched in amazement as the kyuboora’s eyes began glowing as well.  Moments later, Faraz climbed off of her and calmly sat in front of her.  The glow in Aurora’s eyes disappeared and she smiled. “Good boy.”Pierre blinked. “What was that? W-what did you do?”Aurora shrugged. “Telepathy. I simply told him that if he wanted the fruit then he would have to behave and be patient.”Pierre couldn’t really say that he was surprised, given Aurora’s  previously demonstrated abilities, but  he was nonetheless impressed.  Then a though occurred to him. “You haven’t. . .”“Been secretly reading your mind?” Aurora shook her head. “I can assure  you that I have done no such thing. We Lanari highly value the consent  of those we commune with. Besides, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t  without you knowing. Mind reading and telepathy. . . well, I don’t  really know how to describe it, but there’s a distinct sensation that  you feel when someone else is in your head.”“I see.” Pierre wanted to inquire further, but Farz interrupted them with a short, polite trill.“Oh, of course, Fariz!” Aurora put her hand to her mouth in a mix of  amusement and faux embarrassment. She started to give Faraz the fruit,  but stopped herself about halfway. She looked over at Pierre. “Want to  feed him?”“Pierre thought for a moment, then nodded, accepting the fruit. “W-what should I do?”“Just hold it out to him. He won’t bite you, I promise.”Pierre momentarily hesitated, then slowly extended out his arm to the  creature, fruit in hand. Faraz approached the fruit and sniffed it  before taking a small bite. Faraz then snatched the fruit out of  Pierre’s hand and began to hungrily devour it with a vigor that Pierre  had never before laid witness to. upon finishing the snack, the kyuboora  then climbed onto Pierre, nuzzling him as a token of appreciation.Aurora laughed. “I think he likes you!”Indeed, the creature, now seeing Pierre as a provider of food, seemed to  be entirely enamored with him, and Pierre inexplicably found that the  feeling was mutual. Was this what it was like to have a pet? Throughout  his younger years, Pierre had been encouraged to get an animal companion  to supplement his limited pool of peers, but he had always rejected the  idea as a waste of time and energy that would detract from his studies.  After only a few minutes with Faraz, however, he was already starting  to believe that to be yet another another mistake that he had made over  the course of his life.Faraz continued to nuzzle and lick the engineer and Pierre responded by  petting the creature and scratching his ears. Before too long, Faraz’s  nuzzles grew intense enough to knock the two of them over, and Pierre  devolved into a fit of sputtering laughter as the creature continued to  playfully nuzzle the engineer as the creature continued to playfully  nuzzle the engineer.Aurora laughed and finally intervened, pulling the excited kyuborra off  of Pierre. She held Faraz close to her, and her eyes flashed  momentarily. Almost immediately, Faraz began to clam down and curled up  in her arms, trilling softly. “So, then, what kind of pets do you have  back on Earth?”“W-well, the most common ones are cats and dogs. They’re like. . . well.  . .” Pierre tried to describe them to Aurora, but in truth he had very  little experience with the creatures himself – most of what he did know  about them was secondhand from others who interacted with them on a more  regular basis, and he was struggling to recall this information. Then,  he remembered something. He felt around in his suit pockets, and to his  astonishment, found what he was looking for. He pulled it out. It was a  small, rectangular tablet that had been gifted to him by the United  Earth Navy, still in perfect condition in spite of every ordeal over the  past several hours. Normally it would be loaded  with data relevant to  the military personnel that it was assigned to, but as a civilian Pierre  was instead given an empty tablet and told to put whatever he wanted on  it. His tablet primarily consisted of schematics of the X-14 and  several books and publications related to space-time manipulation and  particle physics, but he’d also devoted another quite large item – it  was a virtual encyclopedia of Earth, from its environment, to its fauna  and flora, to the various cultures, both past and present. Pierre  powered on the device and opened the encyclopedia application.“S-search: Cat, Dog”After only a moment's delay, the tablet returned two pages of respective  results . Pierre selected the ‘cat’ results page, and a three  dimensional holographic image of a common house cat popped out of the  screen. He handed the tablet ot Aurora. “This is a cat.” he then  instructed her on how to navigate the pages.Aurora was utterly mesmerized growing ever more engrossed with the  encyclopedia with each passing moment. “Incredible. . . I had no idea  that the life on your planet was so beautiful and diverse. ““Eh-heh, t-to tell the truth, neither did I . . . I was a bit of a shut  in back on my world. . .” Pierre’s face returned to it’s trademark shade  of pink as he looked away. “That encyclopedia. . . was meant for me.”  He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned ans saw Aurora with a simple,  compassionate expression.“Well, why don’t we look over it together, then?”Pierre was stunned, but a smile of his own slowly formed. “I’d love to.”The two spent the next forty-five minutes jumping from page to page,  occasionally stopping to pet Faraz between pages. Their journey started  out with Terran wildlife, but before long Aurora’s interest had shifted  to the dominant species of Earth, and the various social systems that  had come and gone over the centuries. Pierre, too, found himself rather  fascinated by many of the more ancient and primitive cultures, having  not before realized just how influential they were in developing the  groundwork for the maths and sciences that he took for granted today.It was perhaps inevitable that their journey would eventually lead to  human sexuality. Pierre found himself a tad flustered as Aurora  surfed  through the sexual practices of humans throughout the ages. Soon,  however, Pierre noticed a frown starting to form on her face, and her  frown grew larger by the  minute as she continued to read. “I-is  something the matter?” Pierre asked.“Oh. . . oh, n-no, it’s nothing really. . ,it’s just, this is clearing up some things for me.”“What do you mean?”Aurora sighed. “Pierre, I suppose I was not entirely honest with you  before. There is, in fact, another, major difference between the  Centurii and my race: our views in sexual expression, and truthfully  that difference separates our races more than anything. I had hoped that  the rest of humanity was different, but reading this tells me that that  doesn’t seem to be the case. You’re just like them.”“Different? How are you different?”“Well, as you already know, we Lanari are less bothered  with clothing  than your kind, but our attitude towards sexual activity is also much  more open than most humans are. Rather than seeing it as a private   and  possibly immoral activity that should be hidden and never spoken about,  we see it as a beautiful means of bonding and displaying affection with  those you you are close to. We highly value all forms of affectionate  touch, and we see sexual expression as a form of that.”“When you say more open. . .”“I mean that for the most part we are not afraid of being seen by  others. It is no more taboo to us than a hug is to you. We’re also not  restricted by age, sex, or familial relations. /men, women and children  all have degrees of sexual relations with one another.”“C-children!?” Pierre did not not know how to respond. While most  individuals would have been utterly repulsed at an idea such as children  having sex with adults, Pierre himself had very little knowledge of sex  outside of its basic mechanics, and so he had no strong feeling towards  any type of sexual activity. He did, however, overhear enough from his  colleagues discussing the matter to know how he SHOULD feel about the  subject, and always just assumed that there was a good reason for it.  None the less, he let her continue.“It didn’t start out this way, of course. It was not too long after the  first Lanari were created that we became aware of how much more  sensitive we are to touch. We soon discovered that physical touch  between two Lanari not o ly naturally set them both at ease, but also  allowed them to emotionally bond with each other on a level that is hard  for ordinary humans to understand.”“As time passed and more of us came to be, many of the social customs  and values that had been ingrained within our everyday life by our human  ancestors felt less and less applicable to us. We wore less and less  clothing, seeing less and less need to hide from each other. Total  monogamy became increasingly rare, and children were seen as belonging  to the community, so establishing a child’s paternity was seen as much  less important, especially once it was discovered that we can turn off  our reproductive functions at will. We became more accepting of nudity  and sexual activity, to the point that we began to partake in activity  that outsiders would view as unthinkable, such as incest, and. . .?‘. . .and sex with children?”Aurora nodded. “I cannot say exactly when those critical lines were  finally crossed. It certainly did not happen overnight. Now that they  have been, however, it has become a natural part of Lanari culture. It  is not uncommon, for example, for mothers to help their children  experience their first orgasm. After all, for us, sex is an expression  of love, and who could one love more than their own child?”Pierre was still at a loss for how to respond. Interestingly, there was  nothing within what Aurora had told him that he thought was unreasonable  or illogical, but it still ran contrary to everything that he had been  taught on the matter (little as that was). “I-I’m guessing that the  Centurii did not like this?”Aurora couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Well it certainly didn’t help  matters. By that point, they already saw us ‘sick and degenerate’ and  did not want to associate with us, but acceptance of child sex was  indeed the final straw for them. They refused to associate with us and  threatened to kill any Lanari who approached the city. At times they  even threatened to raid our colony to steal our children from us in  order to “save them” for us. . . fortunately they never actually tried  it.”Aurora grew as Pierre looked around, waiting for her to continue. Finally, she spoke. “Pierre. . .”“Y-yes”“Are you sure that you wish to go to the city? I could instead bring you  to my house and send for doctors to treat you there if you prefer. I  mean no disrespect, it’s just I remember how bothered you were when I  wasn’t wearing my robe. You would see many other people within the city  in similar states of undress, and possibly doing things that you are not  used to seeing. I’m afraid for how you’d react.”Pierre looked towards the ground. “A fair argument, I suppose. . . Then  again, i-it would appear that I may be staying around here for sometime.  /t would be wise to learn to adjust w-would it not?”Aurora cocked her head slightly. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting that  response. Tell me, Pierre. Why exactly were you bothered by my breasts?”Pierre blushed furiously. “Errrr it’s j-just that I was always taught to  not stare at people. . . especially women. I was mostly afraid of upsetting you, actually.”Aurora simply looked at Pierre for a moment before bursting into a fit  of giggles. “Oh, Pierre, that adorable!” She smiled warmly. “You’re a  kind soul, Pierre, but I assure you, you have nothing to fear. I’m  curious, however – why do you want to stare at me? Do you think that I’m  attractive?"Pierre couldn’t bring himself a verbal reply. He merely nodded.“Pierre?”He turned to look at her.“Would you like for me to remove my clothing?”
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conversations.value: Mek!: Roq felt uneasy. It was a sensation he had felt for a few minutes, as though they were being watched. It had been a half hour or more since they had moved out of sight of the Terrapod and Sophia was leading him deeper into the forest undergrowth. This new fear was not of Centaurii patrols, but of the native wildlife. He had already witnessed one indigenous predator kill another when he had first left Pierre and he had no wish to become some creature’s prey. Instinctively he levelled his weapon, scanning the trees and vines for signs of movement. It was more akin to a tropical jungle, though Roq had never seen one, and it was alive with sounds. A distant shrill call was followed by a louder hooting reply from far off in the other direction and all the time there was a constant chattering of hundreds, or maybe thousands of other voices in the canopy high above him. They were getting close to the crash site he could tell, for they had already passed between two or three of the ancient ruins that he recognised from before, although he could not be certain that they were the same ones.“Sophia!” Roq called out in warning. The sudden movement came from the corner of his right eye and he spun with his left arm instinctively outstretched, catching the assailant by its fore leg not more than a few inches from Sophia’s chest. The moment he had the thing in his grasp the creature curled around its self and went completely limp. It was an odd looking animal with a thick coat of short, mottled brown fur and a tail of long feathers. Roq guessed that it must have been about three foot in length and maybe the same in height, but it’s reptilian like body was surprisingly light. He held it out from him cautiously, for it had some long claws that were matched by some quite sharp looking canine teeth, but its face was more elongated with strangely large, fur covered ears. Nothing about the creature looked familiar to him and he was getting that impression about the whole planet. Despite being inhabited by a colony of Humans, this was very much an alien world. Roq carefully lowered his arm until its tail touched the ground, and then with a flourish the strange creature leaped the rest of the way, gave him a sideways glance and bolted for the nearest tree. Roq felt Sophia’s gaze piercing into him.“I be pleased you not hurt her.” Sophia said softly, looking entirely perplexed.“What was that?” Roq asked.“Kyuboora,” The woman replied, and then as though she had lost interest Sophia started walking off again. “Gentle be they, playful and very friendly. Lanarii tame them. Strange though to see wild ones so far north.”“Oh.” Roq uttered by way of a response, but said nothing else for he had no idea what to make of it. He had a feeling that Sophia was not telling him everything, but he decided it was probably for a good reason and he would likely regret asking. They passed through another ruin before Sophia stopped and stared at him again.“She like you.” The woman declared. “Perhaps I should not say, but I see it.”“Who?” He asked, looking over his shoulder and half expecting to see that creature back again, but as far as he could tell there was nothing to be seen.“Isuelde.” Sophia frowned at him. “You may tease me Earth man, but do not be so cruel to her. My granddaughter be a timid girl not liking anyone much, but she be like you.”“Oh I didn’t mean...” Roq eyed her suspiciously, expecting some humour in her, but saw none. “I like her too.” He added in the politest way he could. Somehow he felt he was walking along a thin line that would deeply offend the woman if he stepped over the wrong side. The response seemed to please her though, her face softened and her shoulders relaxed.“Good, it be settled then.” Sophia grinned at him and then set off once more into the dense forest. “When we return, you will bed Isuelde.”“I will wha...?” Roq began, confused and uncertain if he had heard the old woman correctly. His voice trailed off though, when his eyes caught a glimmer of metal through a clearing in the canopy. Instantly he held up his hand, while through the scope of his firearm he could see the twisted top of his ship. Relief spread through him and he made for the clearing, gesturing to Sophia as he passed. He reached the edge and dropped to one knee, using a tree for cover. As eager as he was to reach Pierre, his training had taught him caution. The Terrapod he had seen suggested that perhaps he was not the only one out searching the forest. Roq could only hope that he would be first to reach the injured engineer. From the tree line he could see the tent, set back among the trees not twenty yards from him and exactly where he had left it. Pierre’s pack still lay upon the ground, the small cooking burner recessed into the ground where it had been. Roq was still unsure exactly how long it had been since he had left. A day perhaps, it was difficult to tell on a planet perpetually in sunset.He waited for as long as he dared, scanning every tree and bush in sight for signs that a patrol had beaten him there. Then slowly, with equal caution, he moved out into the clearing with Sophia following close behind. His weapon was levelled, his heart pounding in his chest and those last few yards seemed to take forever, but at last he reached the tent with no sign that the sight had been disturbed. Finally, he lowered his firearm as he pealed back the entrance to the tent, expecting to find the engineer propped up and reading a manual or something. At worst he imagined that Pierre would be asleep or even unconscious. What he did not prepare himself for was an empty tent. The bed he had made for the Doc was empty, just a screwed up sleeping bag and the medical pack were left. Confused, he wondered whether Pierre had merely wandered off somewhere. It was possible, although doubtful in the condition Roq had left him in. But then his thoughts sank into a darker place, prompted by the snap of a branch behind him.“Roq!” Sophia called out in warning and then came a terrified scream from the old woman. Quickly the Lieutenant backed out of the tent and spun to see two weapons pointed directly at his head. The men behind them were wearing a kind of uniform, camouflaged patterned material, padding and helmets. A third was holding Sophia still and he counted at least four others, one of which was not wearing a helmet. Instead that one wore a blue cap, a kind of soft hat with some kind of badge sewn onto it. It was not a peaked cap or a beret as might have been worn by officers of the United Earth Navy. This hat looked woollen, with flaps over each ear and a white fluffy ball stitched onto the top. Roq’s first impression was that the hat looked entirely ridiculous, but it was clear from the reactions of the others that its wearer was regarded as their leader. Instinctively, Roq raised his hands in surrender and felt a sudden, heavy clout to the back of his knees. Their strength buckled and he slumped forward to the ground and the soldiers were instantly upon him, hands bound behind his back amid a series of electronic sounds and barked orders that he barely registered.“Up.” He understood that one, but was pulled to a kneeling position rather than actually allowed to follow the instruction of his own free will. Roq looked at Sophia, who had been equally bound and was sat against a tree under guard. Glancing around himself cautiously he assessed the soldiers. One had taken Roq’s weapon and was turning it over and over, and Roq realised that they had probably never seen a Gauss Rifle before, at least not the Type 40 model, for they were very different to the weapons carried by this Centaurii patrol. He had not seen anything like the firearms they held. True, they had a familiar configuration with a trigger moulded into the rear hand grip and sights along the top. But the barrel of the weapon was the unusual part, for instead of being a hollow tube like the bore of a rifle, it was completely solid. Whatever this weapon fired, it was not projectile ammunition.“Yo.” One of the soldiers said, stepping right up close enough that Roq had to look up. The soldier was young, barely a man and probably still a teenager. He was holding a kind of scanning device that looked about the same size and shape as Roq’s navigation tablet. The device bleeped several times as the young man waved it around and then he frowned. “Newbie’s right. There ain’t no chip.”“Told ya he’s a fucking Lannee.” Called another who then spat at the ground in front of Roq’s knees. “Who are ya perv?” Roq didn’t answer. He actually had several microchips embedded in him. It was just that none of his could be read by their devises. For his insolent silence, Roq received a clout across the back of the head, but not hard enough to knock him over. “Oi, perv. I were asking a question, so speak quick like, or you’ll get another init.”“Lieutenant Dalzor, United Earth Navy serial number Lima Whiskey Charlie three four zero eight Lima five one five Romeo Alpha Quebec” Roq replied in the most official tone he could muster. For an instant he thought his name, rank and number had satisfied them, but then came another blow to the side of his head, and this time he fell.“Lanari lies.” The soldier shouted and was about to dig a boot into Roq’s chest when he was stopped by the one in the woolly bobble hat, who said something in a rather distinct feminine voice and then pointed to the badge on Roq’s arm. The United Earth flag above the Navy emblem and the words spelled out in very neat embroidery. “Don’t believe, Junshi, they twist your mind.”“Probably, but I never seen no Lanari clothed. You?” The hat wearing female they called Junshi asked, and the other fell silent. It was clear to Roq now that she was definitely the leader of this group. “Earth he says like on the wreck and this badge is same too. Lanari or no, he comes with us, got it?”“Take me to your leader.” Roq said sarcastically as he was hauled to his feet, and at the insistence of two of those weapons he followed the soldiers back into the forest.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre's eyes momentarily became saucers. "I b-beg your pardon!?""Did you not say that you wanted to adjust to your new world?"Pierre awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. "Y-yes, I did say that. . .  and in all honesty, I. . . I do fancy the idea of seeing you naked."Aurora smiled. Without a word, she unfastened her robe and let it fall  to the ground before doing the same with her loincloth. She showed no  signs of embarrassment as Pierre became fixated upon her.Pierre, for his part, was at a loss for words. It took nearly two full  seconds for him to simply regain the ability to blink. He had spoken  truthfully when he said that he had found her attractive, but in  hindsight that description may have not been adequate. She was, in fact,  one of the most beautiful beings that he had ever laid eyes upon. Her  skin was flawless and seemed to shine with an even greater radiance than  usual. One thing that Pierre noticed was the distinct lack of hair on  Aurora's body, save of course for the hair on her head and a thin, well  kempt patch of it on her pubis. He couldn't help but wonder if she spent  a laborious amount of time making herself that way of all Lanari were  like that naturally. Perhaps he would ask her later.A thought then occurred to him. "Er. . . do I need to u-undress as well?""You certainly may if you wish. Take off as much or as little as you'd like."Pierre hesitated for a moment, then began to slowly unfasten his  uniform, starting with the top portion. There were several fasteners all  over the top half, but after about a minute he had the top portion onto  the ground and was working on removing the insulating layer underneath.  It was the removal of this second layer that proved to be the most  rewarding, as his bare skin felt the cool Lanarian breeze for the first  time. Quickly followed were the lower half of Pierre's uniform and  insulating trousers, leaving Pierre in only his undergarments. He  started to remove these as well, but apprehension again crept up on him,  and he ultimately decided to leave them on for now.Pierre decided that this would be a good time to look himself up and  down. A meticulous man, Pierre was never fond of the copious amounts of  excess hair found on adult men, and so he tended to go the extra mile to  ensure that he was well groomed. While he was far from hairless like  Aurora, the hair that he did have was shorter, thinner, and lighter than  that of a normal man. His body in general was rather lean and lacking  any particular muscle definition, and was rather pale, as the long coats  worn and hours spent in the laboratory had not allowed him much  exposure to the sun. Had he removed the rest of his clothing, Aurora  would have found his genitalia to be nothing special - well maintained  like the rest of him, slightly below average in size, and an  uninteresting shape.Aurora give Pierre an inquisitive look. "So that is as far as you are  comfortable going?", she asked, with just a hint of coyness present in  her voice.Pierre again hesitated, but after taking a deep breath he removed the  sleeveless undershirt that has his chest and the simple thin shorts  covering his buttocks, joining his companion in the buff. The fact that  Aurora was looking at him quickly reinstalled some modesty into his him  as he began to cover himself with his hands.Aurora giggled at this. "Perhaps we should sit down?" Aurora grabbed her  clothing and folded it up, setting it back into her bag, then took  herself a seat upon the forest floor. Pierre followed suit, and the two  of them sat in silence, taking in the sounds of nature around them.  Pierre had to admit, once the initial wave of anxiety and embarrassment  had passed, it was indeed a pleasant, almost frightening experience to  be nude. Suddenly, he felt something brush up against him, causing him  to nearly jump out of his skin. He looked down and saw Faraz crawling up  onto his lap. The cute furry creature successfully gained the  engineer's attention, and Pierre happily granted the kyuborra the  affection he craved. . .. . .or so the thought. Mere moments later, Faraz suddenly sprang up and  scampered off of him, migrating to Aurora, who, when Pierre had not  been looking, had inched closer to Pierre, to where they were nearly  shoulder to shoulder. As Pierre looked over at his two companions, who  seemed to be sharing a look of mock innocence as they stared back at  him, he couldn't help but wonder if they had staged the distraction.Pierre ultimately decided to not dwell on it and simply resumed studying  the biome that surrounded them. Of particular interest were these small  groups of flying insects, each about the size of a grasshopper. They  flew in erratic and unpredictable patterns that strangely seemed to  start to synchronize with one another. Two of the insects broke off from  the rest of the group and slowly moved towards each other ion a  seemingly choreographed fashion, until they both came to rest at the  very center of a large blossom and joined together in what seemed like  an act of mating. He was still focused on the scene when he heard Aurora  speak."Dancerflies."Pierre looked over at her. "Come again?"She gestured over to the mating insects. "That's what we call them. They  perform elaborate dances with their potential mates, starting out in a  freestyle fashion, then adjusting their flight patterns in response to  one another: the better the harmony, the better the mate. Dancerflies  mate for life and inseparable once bonded."F-fascinating. . . you know, it had always been my hope to encounter alien life one day.""Really now?"He nodded. "It was always my t-true passion. I wanted to be a  xenobiologist. . . but of c-course, one cannot study alien life if no  alien life exists to be studied. T-throughout my younger years I was  constantly told to give up. . .that even if there was life out there,  that it was out of our reach. . . so I decided to change that.""Interesting. So, now that you've found it, what do you think?"That question caught Pierre off guard. He had to stop and think for a  moment. "W-well. . . it is quite a bit more similar to what is on my  world than I originally anticipated, but all the same. . . it's  beautiful." He turned back to continue watching the dancerflies, but  felt something crawling up onto his hand. He looked down and saw his  hand almost enveloped in the clinging alien grass from earlier. He  instinctively tried to withdraw his hand but the pestilent plant refused  to yield. With an annoyed vigor, Pierre took hold of his trapped arm  his his free hand and with a powerful tug he yanked himself free, only  to end up toppling backwards. "Confound this bloody grass!"Aurora could not help but laugh. "Ah, the graspweed. I take it that this is not your first encounter with it?""No, it isn't." Pierre affirmed as he sat back up. "W-why does it insist upon doing that?""It is carnivorous. It catches whatever lands on it and drags it it  underground to eat it." She held up a hand in response to Pierre's  concerned expression. Worry not. you're far too large for it to pose any  threat. Even Faraz would pose a challenge for it. That won't stop it  from trying, however. If you do get caught, the best way to free  yourself is to pull perpendicular to the plant. It also helps if you  have a source of heat.""I will keep that in mind." Pierre replied. He tried to return to what  he had been doing, but almost instantly he felt something grab his leg.  He investigated, and sure enough, more of the clinging weed accosted  him. "Er, might I suggest t-that we migrate somewhere away from it?"Aurora, who had begun to battle with t he weed herself. nodded in  agreement. The two quickly rose and scanned the area for a spot devoid  of the grass. Their eyes  quickly came upon a spot not too far away, and  after one final scuffle with the grass. Their eyes quickly came upon a  spot not too far away, and after one final scuffle with the grass,  successfully migrated to another tree."It's strange", Aurora began as they sat back down. "The grass doesn't  usually establish itself this close to the trees. Their large roots tend  to get in the way."Pierre started to reply, but before he could, his eyes came upon  Aurora's bag on the ground, and his face turned white as he realized  that he had left something very important behind."My clothes!" Pierre frantically ran back, but it was too late. The  graspweed had already pulled most of his clothing underground. The only  article that Pierre could still see were his pants. He quickly ran over  to them and grabbed hold, tugging with all of his might. Alas, the grass  had already claimed most of it, allowing the plant to easily match  Pierre's strength, even as he pulled sideways, as Aurora had taught him.  Finally, the fabric could no longer take the stress and split, sending  Pierre flying backwards, with only a scrap of fabric to his name, the  rest dragged away to be one with nature.Aurora fought with everything in her to stifle a giggle. "My apologies,  Mr. Pierre. I should have warned you. It really will try to eatanythingthat it touches."Pierre examined the remains of his pants, but the fabric had been torn  in several places and there was no hope of him ever wearing them again.  He did, however, feel something in one of the pockets. he reached inside  and pulled out his tablet, a small but pleasant consolation. With an  annoyed sigh he returned and sat back down, grumbling softly. Well,  lesson learned, he supposed. Pierre to try and take his mind off of it  and lay on the ground, trying to find something else to focus his  attention on.That "something else ended up being Aurora. Try as he might, his eyes  kept wandering back to her. It was still perplexing to him that she was  so comfortable being naked with someone that she had only known for a  few hours. Moreover, it almost seemed as if she wanted him to look at  her. He watched as she pulled her long hair back behind her, giving him  an unobstructed view of her chest, then uncrossed her legs and stretched  them out. the strangest part of was that all of her actions appeared to  be entirely innocent, as if she was merely making herself comfortable,  and yet Pierre couldn't shake the feeling that she was in fact being  deliberate in her actions in order to show off.Moments later she confirmed his suspicions when she turned to him with a  smile on her face. "Like what you see?" Her expression was telling - in  spite of his attempts be discreet it was clear that she knew that he  was looking at her.Pierre, unable to think of anything to say other than the truth, simply  nodded . A gentle breeze blew through the forest, as as the wind passed  over him, Pierre found his midsection felt strange. He managed to tear  his gaze off of Aurora for long enough to inspect himself, only to be  shocked to find that his penis was standing straight up, with is right  hand wrappe around it. He immediately tore his hand away and curled up  in the fetal position in a mix of shame and embarrassment. He could hear  Aurora let out a soft sigh, but did not look up until he felt her hand  on his shoulder."Still a bit shy about your body?""I'm sorry. This g-goes against all I have ever b-been taught." He was  expecting Aurora to responded with a look of mild annoyance or at least  disappointment, but instead she surprised him with pity."It saddens me to think that you humans fear your own bodies to this  degree. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a perfectly  normal and healthy reaction, and I'm flattered that I was able to make  it happen to you."That last remark caught him off guard and he blushed even more  furiously, but Aurora's words otherwise proved effective, and his body  began to uncurl as his embarrassment was shifted from old societal  expectations to more personal reasons. He gave a shy smile to Aurora,  who returned it as he put her hand upon his."Pierre, please move your hand away."It took a moment for him to comply, but slowly, his hands migrated to  his knees, leaving himself exposed. Aurora's smile grew a bit wider."You have a lovely penis, Pierre. t is a shame that you feel the need to hide it.""Oh. . . e-eheemm, um, t-thank you." Pierre's face, which had more or  less returned to its normal complexion, again pinkened a few shades, but  he otherwise maintained his composure."I must say, you are adapting to this quite nicely. the Centurii I have tried this with were always much more difficult."Pierre coked his head curiously. "You've d-done this with others?"Aurora nodded. "It doesn't happen often. For the most part, the populace  of both of our races spend their entire lives within their respective  territories, having no interest in associating with the other. The are  exceptions, however. Between the two cities are multiple villages where  or races intermingle freely. Among these people are Centurii who have  been cast out fro not accepting the lies and exaggerations of us and our  culture. These people want to learn more about us ,to understand us. . .  and so I help them. Sometimes they decide that their way of life is not  for them, but a few embraced our culture, ultimately deciding to become  on of us.""So, I take it that you i-interact with the Centurii rather often?"Aurora nodded. "I am an ambassador for the Lanari. It is my duty to help  maintain the peace between our peoples. As such, I have been in contact  with some of the highest ranking individuals in Centuria, and am one of  the few Lanari to have ever set foot within their city." She sighed  softly. "Unfortunately, relations between our races have grown  increasingly tense over the last few years. The Centurii wish to expand  their territory outward and are trying to re-negotiate or agreed-upon  borders, without much success. I fear that they may soon attempt to use  force. . . and I'm not certain that we are prepared for that outcome.""I'm. . . very sorry to hear that. I wish that I could help."Aurora smiled at Pierre's reply. "Pierre, you are helping. I needed a  distraction from diplomacy fro awhile, and helping you is doing wonders  for me. Speaking of which, is your head feeling well?"Pierre blinked. He'd almost forgotten that he had suffered a rather  serious head injury just hours earlier. He placed his hand to the  previously injured spot on his head, but aside from a rough patch of  skin where the wound closed up, his head felt entirely normal. "I feel  g-good as new.", Pierre replied confidently. He then laughed a little.  "I'm sure Lieutenant Roq will be d-delighted when he finds out he  doesn't have to care for me any more." The smile disappeared from his  face. "S-speaking of, since I won't be needing a doctor, perhaps we  s-should return to my camp? He may be waiting for me there.""Perhaps you are right." Aurora thought for a moment. "We would actually  get back faster if we continued to Lanar. We have a device there that  can transport us back to your camp almost instantly."Pierre's eyes widened. "Incredible. . ."Aurora nodded. "Just one of the many marvels within the ruins. It's  amazing how entwined we Lanarii have become with technology that we do  not even understand. In any case, we should get going." With that, she  stood up and re-adorned her loincloth, handing her robe to Pierre.  "Here. I feel that you may need this more than I.""Thank you." Pierre sheepishly replied. He donned the robe and was  instantly enamored with the fabric. It was like nothing he had ever  encountered before. It felt lighter than air and softer than silk, and  yet it felt incredibly warm and secure. Of course, that last part may  also have been due in part to how snugly it fit upon him. Looking down  he could see that the robe was a bit small for him, only coming down to  his knees, but it was still better than nothingAurora picked up her bag. "We're less than a mile from Lanar. We should arrive there soon."Pierre nodded, and the two headed off.
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conversations.value: Mek!: Leaving two soldiers behind to guard the crash site, Roq and Sophia were  marched off with the rest of the squad in a direction that he thought  to be roughly north east, based upon his original belief that the  distant mountains were to the north. Contrary to this miss calculation,  the route was instead leading them south east through the densest part  of the forest. Progress was slow as the troops hacked their way through a  labyrinth of roots and vines among the ancient ruins.Although far from accurate, Roq tried to keep a mental note of all he  saw. Some of the ruins were quite remarkable, the scattered remains of a  once great civilisation that had dominated the planet long ago. Some of  the surviving walls towered up two and even three stories tall, and  there was no guessing exactly how tall they may have been before their  demise. Quite suddenly their path dropped away into a kind of ravine  that looked natural from above, but once inside it was clearly  artificial with stone walls either side of a cobbled walkway. While  still overgrown, the path was much clearer and easier to walk on.  Submerged between the cobbles it’s centre there sat a thick metal bar,  like a rail. The metal had corroded and was buried in places, but it had  obviously been used as some kind of transportation system.His attention though, was on his Centaurii captors. They were definitely  human, Roq had decided, but they had a curious way of speaking in a  kind of slang that he found difficult to follow. Languages had never  been his forte, but he recalled that Sophia had her own variation of it,  yet less pronounced and this led him to wonder whether their dialect of  the standardised Earth language had developed before or after their  arrival here. Regardless of how they spoke though, Roq observed that  their behaviour displayed all the tell tale traits of his species.“Keep yo ass movin” One soldier instructed in a harsh tone when Roq  stopped to help Sophia over a fallen tree. Roq turned abruptly upon the  soldier, but was confronted with the man’s levelled weapon and decided  this was not the best time to find out how it worked. He was taller the  others and broadly built with a grimace on his round face that looked  permanently fixed there. Over each shoulder the soldier was carrying two  lengths of fur, which until that moment he had thought were part of his  clothing. On closer inspection though, Roq realised that they were   actually Kyuboora, like the one that had pounced on him earlier. They  were both dead, recently slaughtered by the look of them, for there was  an orange, blood like fluid seeping from the ear of one. He heard Sophia  scowl at the soldier behind him, but in the end he decided it was best  to move on as instructed. It was then he heard the shout from up ahead.  It was more like a scream, but deep amd very masculine in origin and he  spotted one of the soldiers stumbling back rapidly, his weapon firing  wildly. The big man turned his weapon towards the scream and immediately  opened fire as well.“We be ambushed.” Another soldier shouted over the din. “Its them bloody  Lannies!” All attention focused on the firefight, with all but one of  the Centaurii squad firing towards where the first shots had been aimed.  The sixth had kept his weapon trained on Roq, expecting some kind of  escape attempt. Accuracy didn’t seem to feature in the sudden conflict  as a cloud of dust, branches and rubble from the overhanging ruins flew  in all directions. Then, through the chaos he saw what had startled the  soldiers.It was a monstrous black creature that towered over them as it straddled  the ravine. It reminded Roq of a giant spider in general appearance,  but one that had been put togetjer by someone who had never seen a real  spider and had only heard of them by rough description. It had three  legs protruding from a relatively small armoured body, while its head  was much larger and adorned with three large pincers that surrounded a  circular, toothy mouth. Finally the creature had a long tail much like a  scorpion that hung bent below it. It occurred to Roq that he had seen  this creature before in the arboreal predator he had run from the day  before.With his hands still tied behind his back there was nothing much that  Roq could do except watch the situation unfold. Even running would be  difficult with his balance compromised and an armed soldier still  earnestly guarding him. Consequently, this was not the first time Roq  had found himself bound and held against his will. Escape and evasion  had been part of his Navy training, just as it was for everyone who  served and so he was suitably prepared. Moulded inside a small metal  hook on the back of his Navy belt was a sharp blade not much bigger than  a cheese wire. It was a fairly standard accessory, most officers used  it as a bottle opener, but it was designed for a more practical purpose.  All he had to was position his hands until the bonds caught in the hook  and force them upwards to slice free.“Give me that.” Roq said, grabbing the weapon from the hands of their  guard. Before the man could respond, Roq had the unusual weapon aimed at  the creature, found the trigger and pulled it. Just as he had believed  from his first impression of the weapon it did not fire projectile  rounds. Instead the bolt that struck the monster just between its mouth  and upper mandible was comprised of sonic energy. It was too high in  pitch to be audible, but the crack it made as the bolt struck the  creature was, yet not nearly as loud and heart wrenching as the scream  the animal released as it fell back. Its legs collapsed and as it  dropped down onto the path before them, a stray shot caused part of an  overhanging ruin to crumble down on top of it. A cloud of debris  billowed out, covering them all in a fine layer of dust. Roq calmly  handed the weapon back to the befuddled soldier. A sudden pain filled  his head as he felt the clout of something solid strike him and Roq sunk  to his knees.“Nice shot.” The taller guard said as Sophia helped Roq back to his feet  and he wondered if the blow to his head was their odd way of thanking  him as his hands were tied together again. Above the fallen debris that  covered the creature’s mangled body appeared two more armed troops  waving down at them. Roq didn’t manage to catch much of what was said,  but he soon found they were on the move again. A couple hundred yards  brought them to a clearing with what looked like a landing platform  similar to the one his ship had crashed upon. This one looked as old and  disused as the other, but the craft that was perched on it was in far  better condition. He didn’t recognise the aerial vehicle as any he had  seen before, except maybe in a museum, but it was certainly of human  construction and its general layout was familiar.It was quite a large craft, obviously intended for carrying personnel  and equipment, with two large bladed rotors positioned horizontally on  either side and another attached vertically on the rear. It looked fast,  manoeuvrable and perfectly suited to operating in this environment,  causing him to guess that the design was unique to the Centaurii, unlike  the ground vehicle he had seen previously. He received a better, more  detailed look at the craft as he and Sophia were bundled inside by their  captors. The engines began to turn and the metal frame vibrated into  action, lifting its large bulk and contents from the ground. Roq felt  the gentle rise, that familiar sensation of transition to flight and the  slight instability as air currents acted against their ascent.From the open door he could see the trees fall away below, a few  Centaurii soldiers still on the ground becoming smaller by the second,  and then forward propulsion kicked in and the clearing disappeared into  the distance behind.  Roq had heard a little about their destination  from Sophia, a city built around the wreckage of the Grand Solaris that  had carried humans to this world. In many ways he was curious to see it,  to explore and learn about this strange colony of humans that had  survived on this distant world, but he would have preferred to do so  under his own terms, rather than as a prisoner.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: Pierre winced a little as they emerged out of the forest, his eyes  finally exposed to the true luminosity of Proxima Centauri. Though  significantly dimmer than his own sun, it was directly in front of him  and took up a good portion  of his field of view."I apologize, Mr. Pierre. I forgot how much more sensitive Centurii- and  apparently humans as well- are to light. Otherwise I would have warned  you.""I-it's quite alright." After moment his eyes adjusted and his vision  restored. The first thing that came to his attention was how close the  large sun was to the horizon. "Hopefully w-we'll arrive before dark. .  ."Aurora turned and looked at him curiously. "Dark. Whatever do you mean?"Pierre returned with an equally curious and slightly confused look. "D-dark. . . as in night. . . after the s-sun sets."Now Aurora was even more confused. "Night? Sun set? Are these phenomena back on your planet?"Pierre was momentarily without words, until he remembered that Proxima  Centuri was a red dwarf, and as such the would have to be orbiting very  close to it in order for the planet to not freeze - close enough, in  fact, that it would likely be tidally locked. Of course, no wonder she  did not understand. "Y-yes." He pulled out his tablet."S-search: Sunset"The tablet instantly gave Pierre the results he wanted. He selected the  first result, and a video began playing, showing a time lapse of a  sunset. "M-y planet rotates faster than it or-orbits it's star, so  d-different parts are lit up at different times. When the sun b-begins  to leave, we call it a sunset. . . and when it returns we call it a  sunrise."Aurora stared in awe as she watched the event unfold, mesmerized at the  assortment of colors. "It's beautiful. . . and you get to see this  regularly?"Pierre nodded. "O-one sunrise and one sunset every 24 hours.""24 hours you say?" Aurora thought for a moment. "I suppose that would  explain the Centurii's timekeeping system. We Lanari never really  understood why the Centurii adopted such a seemingly arbitrary period of  time to define, though we nonetheless continued to use the system  ourselves. They told it had something to do with their- with our  ancestral home, but could not remember what. I suppose there is a reason  behind a 'year' being 365 of your 24 'days'?""That is ap-proximately how long it takes for Earth to orbit it's star o-once.""I see. What about 7 'days' being a 'week'?""T-that one is not r-related to anything as far as I know. It's just for convenience.""Months?""L-loosely related to the orbit time of our moon. They also help us track the seasons."Aurora was again lost. "Moon. . . seasons?""Oh. . . I suppose you wouldn't have those either.""My. . . I had no idea your planet was so different from ours."Pierre chuckled a little. "I suppose it is indeed."Pierre's eyes again focused on the land ahead of him and were greeted  with the sight of a small bridge crossing over a river of similar size,  and in the distance, in front of a rather large body of water, there was  what appeared to be a town which he assumed to be Lanar. Even from a  distance, Pierre could swear that he sensed a feeling of warmth and  security exuding from it, but perhaps it was just his imagination."I-is  there anything else that I should know before we arrive?""Nothing that I can think of", Aurora replied. "other than to keep an  open mind. While we are not as depraved as the Centurii or even your  people would believe us to be, you are likely to see things that you  probably would not see otherwise. It's alright top be a bit shocked, but  please do not be judgemental."Pierre thought back to what Aurora had told him about Lanari culture. He  remembered that the Lanari had an extremely relaxed view on sex and  nudity, and while he was already warming up to the latter, the former he  was understandably apprehensive about. . . but even then, not as much  as he felt he should be. "Alright then. I'll do my best to not stare."Aurora chuckled. "I bid you good luck with that! A few of them will  likely find your reaction humorous and will do everything they can to  get you to stare at them."Pierre blushed "You mean like-" Pierre clamped his hand over his mouth as his mind caught up with his words."Like what? You mean like me?" Aurora did not receive a response from  Pierre, but she didn't need one, as Pierre's reaction told her  everything that she needed to know. "It's quite alright, Pierre. You are  right. Even for a Lanari, I'm  a bit. . . forward about my feelings. I  try to remain professional, but truth be told I am not shy at all about  showing off my body. On the contrary, I find it rather exhilarating."  She giggled. "It's gotten me in a bit of trouble every now and again."Pierre quietly let out a sigh of relief, happy to know that he had not  offended her. He remembered there being a term back on Earth for people  like Aurora. He knew it started with an 'e', but the rest eluded him. Oh  well. He supposed that it did not really matter.The two crossed over the small artificial bridge and continued their way  onward. To their mild surprise, they could see an individual in the  distance, heading towards them at a rather brisk pace. They heard the  person shout."Aurora!"The distance between the two parties rapidly closed as the individual  continued to run towards them. The person was male, appearing to be in  his mid thirties. He was, not very surprisingly, wearing almost nothing,  a simple strip of cloth wrapped around his groin and what appeared to  be some type of primitive armor covering his shoulders, back, and the  top part of his chest. Perhaps most noteworthy, however, was what the  man was holding - a long, ornate stick with a strange jewel embedded  into one end that seemed to have a glow to it, not unlike the one he saw  in Aurora's eyes.Before either of them could respond, the man dropped the stick and  immediately embraced Aurora. "Oh, thank the heavens, you're alright! The  council was worried that something may have happened to you. Why do you  insist on running off on your own like that?"Aurora rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Adrian, you and the council worry far  too much. I was only gone for a few hours, and I am more than capable  of caring for myself."Adrian pulled back and gave her a look of mild annoyance. "Like hell we  worry too much! Aurora, the outside is dangerous, what with all these  Centurii patrols out and about. Those backwards puritans would do  anything to take one of us out!"Aurora's eyes narrowed a little. "Firstly, kindly refrain from  generalizations. That is a Centurii tactic, and we would be wise to not  stoop to their level. I know from personal experience that hiding within  Centuria there are kind, reasonable, and considerate individuals." With  that, her expression softened. "Secondly, I am touched by your concern  for my safety, but I have dealt with the Centurii patrols before and am  more than equipped to handle them. Besides, I was well within our  borders, and as per the treaty of Lanar 74 (2397 A.D.), they could not. .  ."Adrian held up his hands in a soft plea for her to stop. "Alright,  alright. No need for a history lesson. I was just worried is all. Lanar  would be in bad shape without you." It was only then did he look a  little to his right, nearly jumping in surprise as he finally realized  that Aurora was not alone. "Oi, and who might you be?"Pierre, equally taken aback,  opened his mouth to respond, but Aurora  silenced him with a hand to his shoulder. "Adrian", she began, "allow me  to introduce you to Dr. Pierre Marten - a human, from our ancestral  home, Earth."Adrian stood like a deer in the headlights for a moment before he began  to laugh. "A human? From Earth?" "Aurora, surely you jest.""I assure you, I speak the truth. His ship crashed in our forest. I can take you there if you still doubt my words."He stopped laughing as what she said finally sank in. "You. . . you're  serious." He turned to look at Pierre in better detail, studying the  engineer. "So, the stories we were told of our ancestors really are  true. . . incredible. . ." He turned back to Aurora. "You know that the  council will have to hear about this, right?""Of course. They will know in due time, but for right now, I would ask  that you not speak of this to anyone. Our extraterrestrial friend  arrived not long ago and is still adjusting to our world. For now,  please inform the council that I have returned, and that I bring a  guest.""Very well then." Adrian gave Pierre one last inquisitive glance before running back towards the city.Pierre looked at Aurora. "M-may I ask what that was about?"Aurora gave a small sigh. "I suppose running off without letting anyone  know was a mistake in hindsight. The council must have requested someone  to find me. It would not surprise me if Adrian volunteered. We have  been close friends since childhood."Should I be concerned about this. . .council?"Aurora shook her head. "They are hardly tyrants. The only reason that  they would want to know my whereabouts is because of my position. They  don't go out of their way to keep tabs on people.""I see. So is this t-this council in charge of your city?""In a sense I suppose. No one is really 'in charge' of Lanar. We govern  ourselves. The council helps to direct the city, but they don't have  much executive power and can be removed from office at any time by  popular vote. We are a free society with few laws, with our chief  incentive being for everyone to live their lives as they see fit and to  help others to the same.""That's. . . remarkable. I cannot recall ever hearing of s-such a society back on Earth."Aurora laughed. "Apparently, neither have the Centurii. I suspect that  the powers at be in Centuria insist on lying about us out of fear that  many of their people would leave in favor of our city."Pierre cocked his eyebrow. "W-would you let them?"Aurora paused. "Possibly. We have in the past. In fact, we used to allow  Centurii into our city as they pleased, but that lead to . . .  problems, so we had to shut our doors. This is why I said told you that  you would need an escort to enter. We only allow Centurii inside when  escorted by a Lanari. . . at least until we know we can trust them. I  know that you are not Centurii, but you must be treated like one, at  least for now.""I understand."The two soon reached the outer perimeter of the city. Upon seeing it closer, we could finally see how beautiful it really was.The door stood in front of them, guarded by two Lanari holding sticks  similar to what Pierre had seen Adrian carrying. The guards first moved  closer together to block the door as they approached, but eased as they  grew closer and into better view. One guard smiled and stepped forward.  "Ah Aurora! Adrian told us to be expecting you. Is this the Centurii you  brought to tour the city with you?"Aurora nodded. "His name is Pierre. I assure you that he will not cause trouble.""Eh, he doesn't look like the troublesome type, I admit.", the second guard piped up. "Just remember, he's your responsibility.""Yes, yes. I am aware. Need I remind you that I have done this before?""We are aware miss Aurora. Just following procedure." With that, the  guards stepped aside. "Enjoy your stay, Pierre, and remember to behave  yourself."Aurora turned to Pierre. "Well, this is it. Are you ready?""A-as ready as I believe that I will be."And with that, they stepped inside.
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conversations.value: Mek!: Beneath the burnt orange sky the vast canopy of trees gave way to water.  Roq stared down at a wide, fast flowing river where torrents of white  water were breaking over rocks on the surface. He had seen something  similar on Earth once and he had seen the vast salt oceans there of  course, but never on any other planet before. They said that water once  flowed on the surface of Mars, but it was so rare there now that every  drop was a valuable commodity. It was the same on the mining colonies  where he grew up. By contrast this place looked like paradise, the way  Earth used to be in all those old movies and pictures.“Dem be fucking Lannies, ain’t they.” He heard one of the soldiers say  to another over the noise of the engines. The other was dressed in a  different style of uniform, more akin to Roq’s own flight suit and he  guessed that the man was probably part of the aircraft’s crew. “Dis one  claims he’s from Earth, if you can believe that crap.”“Na mate. He’s havin' yous on.” The crewman replied. “Earth’s a myth. Ain’t no such place.”Roq’s attention was drawn back to something on the ground, or more  accurately, in the water beyond the craft’s tail ramp. There was a  structure down there, large and metallic that seemed to be fixed to two  large rocks. The craft was descending quite rapidly as they passed over  it and he was starting to see details more clearly. Then the water gave  way to more structures, a patchwork of walls and roofs filling his view  of the world outside. They banked, giving him a view of the river again  and a huge dam that stretched across it, holding back a lake of water on  one side while jets of the stuff poured out of several tubes on the  other, like several taps that had been turned up to full capacity. Roq  remembered what Sophia had told him about the Centaurii city and how it  had been built from the crashed remains of their ship. He concluded that  it must have been a big ship to create such a city.The high city walls and outer buildings looked like they were made of  stone and some crude brickwork. Those closest to the dam though were  mostly metal or perhaps some kind of synthetic material. He could see  people down there, like thousands of tiny ants busily moving around. Roq  recognised a large, semi circular structure that rose high above the  city. It was a habitation ring, or part of it, that he was certain had  once been part of the vessel that brought the colonists to Proxima a  century ago. But as he took in as much detail as he could, the view  diminished and with a loud roar, the engines created a sudden increase  in volume and vibration before the craft came to rest on a platform. A  glance out the back told him that they were nowhere near the ground  though, for the river still looked to be a long way below them.“Move.” A female voice said in his ear and he felt the butt of one of  those sonic weapons press into his side, forcing him towards the rear of  the craft. Another firm nudge and he was outside, Sophia ahead of him  was just as well guarded as he. “Woah, what da brass here for?” One  soldier said before another hushed him.Roc looked up to see four figures stood in the entrance way to a hanger  like facility that towered over them and was covered by a dome that was  perhaps two or even three stories higher than the hanger. The figures  were each dressed differently, yet there was still some obvious  uniformity to them. They were split evenly by gender and gave an  unmistakable air of being in charge. The soldiers guarding him stopped,  forcing him and Sophia to their knees and one stepped forward. It was  the hat wearing female he had seen at the crash site, the one they had  called Junshi, he remembered. She saluted the four superiors and one, a  tall male in dark brown suit returned it.Another in a black suit stood forward a few paces and then beconed the  female to him. Roq couldn't make out what was being said between them,  but he guessed that it was either about him or his ship. The  conversation was brief though, lasting only a few seconds before the  black suited man moved over to the one in the brown suit, who let out a  loud, boisterous laught."I knew it." The man cried out, poking the other with a finger, then  turning to the other two. "I said it, didn't I. Didn't I say?"Roq's attention was on the men talking, so was startled when his guards  shoved the butt of their weapons into his back with a hissed command for  him to move. Complying, Roq was escorted closer, almost right up to the  for men talking before he was forcably stopped. The black suited one  looked him up and down, as though inspecting him. He'd not noticed  before, but the man wore a black shirt, tie and matching gloves. He also  had a short, well trimmed beard of black hair on a pale face."Do, you, under, stand, me?" The brown suited man asked slowly, breaking  his words up as though talking to someone in a foreign language."Lieutenant Roq Dalzor, United Earth Navy." He replied promptly. He knew  better than to say anything more than that to a direct question. These  people maybe the only humans for more than a light year, but until he  was certain of their intentions and gained a better understanding of the  place, he felt inclined to operate on the assumption that he was a  prisoner until proven otherwise. After all, his hands were still bound  and he was surrounded by armed guards.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: As Pierre's eyes first wandered about the interior of the city of Lanar,  he was having a bit of difficulty comprehending what he saw. It was a  vivid blend of technology and nature, opposites in perfect harmony. The  buildings were made of a smooth, shiny, and flawless material, much like  the modern villas of extraordinarily wealthy and eccentric individuals  back on Earth. Surrounding these structures was a thick and luscious  biome of plants sorting some of the most beautiful flowers he had ever  seen, while vines descended down from the sides of the buildings and  onto the ground sporting colorful and exotic fruits along their entire  length. In the distance he could see what looked like an artificial  waterfall, dropping down into a lake that shimmered with the light of  Proxima.Nearly as stunning as the scenery were the people, although not for the  reasons Pierre had expected them to be. The Lanari were, of course,  minimally dressed, if at all, with some sporting jewelry or what  appeared to be paint  on their otherwise naked bodies, but outside of  this the most shocking thing about them was how. . . normal they  appeared. From what Aurora had told him about her people, a part of him  had expected to see a city filled with and debauchery, with dozens of  individuals engaged in carnal knowledge in giant orgies in plain view of  the entire city. However, he saw nothing of the sort. Instead the vast  majority were simply going about their everyday lives, much like Pierre  would see if he were to visit a small colony or historical recreation of  a small town back on Earth. The most prominent sight was the lake in  the distance with scores of Lanari playing in or around the water. To  his left he could see several more children and adults in an open  playing catch and tag. To his right, he saw what appeared to be an open  market, but Pierre saw no prices listed or money exchanged (then again,  where would they keep their money if they did have it?)Of course, none of this was to say that Aurora had lied about Lanar's  more controversial aspects. Although not as pronounced as he expected,  closer inspection of his surroundings revealed many examples of Lanar's  liberal views of sexuality. As he watched the children playing in the  field, his focus came upon two boys, appearing to be about the ages of  seven and nine,who would chase, catch, and playfully tackle each other  until tired, then kiss and fondle each other for awhile, before getting  up and doing it all over again. Looking elsewhere he could see three  teenage Lanari heaped together, engaged in petting and oral sex in a  soft threesome. Most astonishingly, however, was of a Lanari girl of  about four and and an older woman that he assumed to be her mother. The  two were both entirely naked, sitting alone with some paint and were  taking turns applying it to one another. Suddenly, the girl grabbed two  globs of paint and slapped them onto her mother's chest, laughing  heartily. Her mother, rather than get upset, simply laughed and flicked  some paint back at her daughter before pulling her into a hug, smearing  the paint all over both of them. . . then gave her a gentle but deep  kiss, right on her lips, as her hand migrated down to between the girl's  legs."You really are taking all of this remarkably well."Pierre snapped back to attention at the sound of Aurora's voice, taking a  moment to process her words. "I. . . t-thank you. I must say, i-it's  different from what I imagined. So calm, tranquil. . . beautiful.""I've noticed that you've been looking around quite a bit. Anything in particular standing out to you?""Well. . ." Pierre's gaze wandered back to the girl and her mother, who  were now cuddling on the grass, exchanging playful kisses and giggling.  He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. The girl was, of  course, very young, far younger than any sane individual would consider  acceptable to be engaging in anything remotely sexual, and yet, even as  he watched the mother spread her daughter's legs out and begin kissing  the little girl over each and every part of her body, he could sense  something emanating from them. A feeling of serenity, peace, affection.  Though the back of his mind screamed that what he was watching was  abhorrent, in his heart it felt. . . right. "I. . . certainly see what  you meant earlier. t-this is. . . normal?""Well, the girl is a bit young, but yes. This is a game commonly played between children and their parents.""H-how far are they going to. . . go with this?""Not much further. Contrary to what the Centurii believe, we are  sensible people, and we're well aware that children have limitations."  Sure enough, the little girl soon twitched and writhed as if  experiencing a small orgasm before collapsing, ready to pass out. Her  mother scooped her up and carried her inside a nearby building,  presumably to clean them up and set her daughter down for a nap.Pierre took a few moments to fully process what he just witnessed,  before turning back to Aurora. "I. . . must admit, that i-image will be  burned into my mind for awhile.", he replied sheepishly.Aurora smirked a little. "My Pierre, you're already warming up to this?  Perhaps I misspoke earlier when you were like the Centurii.""Erm, I suppose I'll regard that as a compliment?""You ARE still a bit overdressed, however."Pierre's face reddened a little. "Oh. Er. . .i-if it's really  n-necessary then I suppose. . .", he stammered out as he began to  unfasten his robe.Aurora stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. "Pierre it's alright. I  was only kidding. It is far more important that you are comfortable than  it is for you to conform. Undress when you are ready. No one will think  any less of you.""Ah. . . I see. . . t-thank you.""In any case, the transporter is not too much further ahead."In the distance stood what appeared to be a small spire, decorated much  like the other structures of Lanar, and as they drew closer, a familiar  face was there to greet them."Ah, Adrian", Aurora spoke, greeting him with a smile. "Have you informed the council of my return?"Adrian nodded. "They were relieved to know that you are alright." He  then turned to Pierre. "Ah, Pierre, was it? Enjoying the tour of Lanar  thus far?""Yes," Pierre replied meekly. "I-it has been quite lovely.""Splendid to hear. By all means explore all that Lanar has to offer.""Well, actually, I. . .""We were headed back to the crash site to try and locate Pierre's companion.""Companion?" Adrian's eyes widened in shock "You mean to say there is another being from Earth here on Lanar?"Pierre nodded. "R-roq, my pilot. He headed towards the mountains in  s-search of more permanent shelter. h-he may be looking for me.""I see. . ." He turned to Aurora "If I may, I'd like to accompany you.""Whatever for?" Aurora replied curiously."Well, for starters, the the council would not be pleased with me I just  let you run off on your own again. but more importantly, . . I'm still  not quite sure that I believe you two. I want to see this wrecked vessel  for myself.""Alright, then. If you insist."The three headed inside, when Pierre was greeted with a circular room,  with a glowing, elevated platform in the center. Near the platform stood  a pillar, atop of which rested a container filled with small,  iridescent pearls. Aurora took four pearls, giving one each to Pierre  and Adrian and keeping the other two for herself. "Make sure to hold  onto this", Aurora instructed Pierre. "It's a return beacon. Without it,  you'll have to walk back to Lanar. Now, step on the platform."Pierre did as instructed. Adrian and Aurora followed, now holding hands for some reason."Now Pierre," Aurora began, "I want you to close your eyes and relax.  Think back to your crashed vessel. Picture it as vividly as you can."Pierre obeyed. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then he felt what  he could only describe as a sensation of being dissolved as his eyes  were flooded with a brilliant light.
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conversations.value: Mek!: “Well Arzt?” The man asked. His eyes, Roq noticed were as brown as is suit, but that was where the likeness ended. His skin was pale pink and what little hair there was upon his head was black and specked with strands of silver and grey as deep as the roots. Roq judged that the man’s hair had most likely been dyed at some point, but not recently. Closer inspection of him also betrayed that the suit’s fabric was made from a kind of soft tanned leather that had been expertly crafted. For a moment their eyes met in fixation upon one another until it was broken by the voice of a soft spoken woman to his left.“He don’t lie.” The woman replied nervously, staring at some kind of tabulated scanning device. “He’s seeming human, but not Lanari and not of Centauri blood either. I barely read a trace of Oberon in him.” She tapped the device a couple of times and glared at it as though this would cause the results she was reading to change or somehow fall in line with her belief of the way things should be on this planet. “I’ll need more tests before I’d be sure.”“No need. I can see it in his eyes.” The other man said. “He don’t lie. This one’s truly from Earth” He spoke the words quietly, but with triumph in his voice.“You may bow.” The black suited man instructed over the noise of the gathering. “Your Lord Skollett, Premier of Centauri speaks. This is Earthman.”  The declaration was greeted by a solitary cheer and one of the onlookers began to clap. The rest however, all bowed their heads in muted obedience. Roq remained as stoic as the armed guards around him, uncertain of what this would mean for him. Although this statement was factually incorrect, Roq having been born and raised in asteroid mining colonies, he thought better than to correct the man. In the grand scheme of things Ceres was not so far removed from Earth as these people were.“This is grand news.” The Premier replied. “I believe a celebration is in order, Effendi. Third watch tomorrow, get Mrs Westmore to make the arrangements.”“Yes my Lord.” The black suited man replied respectfully.“Well. I think that is enough of that. Come mister Dalzor.” Lord Skollett said with a more emphasised air of importance to his voice, as though it was not so much a request than a demand to be refused only with deadly consequences, or perhaps something more imaginative. As though he needed more encouragement to follow the Premier though, Roq felt the butt of a weapon press into his back, edging him forward until his legs instinctively moved to prevent him from toppling over and the guards followed. “Let us find somewhere more private.”“Heh, err ay. What eh bout their ere crone?” A voice called from behind them before they had moved more than a few steps. It was a voice Roq had heard before, that belonging to one of the soldiers he had been captured by. Lord Skollett turned.“Oh yes. I forgot about her.” The Premier said as he retraced his steps to address the question. “She knew the penalty. Kill her.”“What?” Roq started aghast. “Wait, you can’t. She’s...”“She’s what?” Roq felt all eyes upon him.“This woman saved my life.” He announced, suddenly feeling a sense of desperation that he had never thought himself capable of. In his years of service he had been trusted to look after countless people, passengers mostly, important ones too. But he had never felt particularly protective or connected to them in any way. I wasn’t sure why he was feeling it now really. He had barely known the woman for more than a few hours and yet he had no desire to see her harmed. In truth, he probably wouldn’t have been there to see it, but the sentiment was the same. “She was bringing me here, to you when your soldiers found us. You can’t kill her for that.”“The old woman’s a witch.” Lord Skollett replied, spitting the words from his mouth. “A witch and a traitor, exiled from Centauri on pain of death should she ever return.”“Even so, I owe her what you might call a life debt.” Roq replied evenly. He had no idea whether it was a real thing. He had seen it once in one of those antique movies they showed on Thursday nights at the Renaissance Tavern on Luna Station. He barely remembered the story of the movie, his wife had taken him there a few times, back when they first got married. It was a war film maybe or one of those space westerns with aliens flying around the galaxy in impossible ships that defied the laws of physics. He didn’t much care for them, they were so old and inaccurate that they just seemed silly. His wife had always liked those best of course, although this was probably just because he didn’t. “It is customary where I come from that her life should be mine until the debt is repaid.”“I never heard of such things. Is it true? Must be...” The Premier of Centauri replied uncertainly. “This is not Earth though. Centauri laws rule here... but you being here... changes things.” The man held his hand to his chin in thoughtful contemplation. He raised his voice. “Fine, the witch lives and the debt repaid. Send her to the irons.”Roq gave Sophia a meaningful nod before they were both led away, but received only a glare in return. From what he had seen, he was uncertain whether her fate had been improved by his actions or not, but as long as she was alive he decided that he would find opportunity to free her. Of course that meant assuming that he didn’t somehow manage to get himself sent to the irons or killed himself in the process.***The Crash Site“Sheesh  Corp. So dull here.” One Centauri guard moaned, not for the first time,  exaggerating the vowels for dramatic effect. “Been hours like, and  ain’t no nothing out here making it worth nought.” His head slumped  deeper into his hand as he prodded the small fire with a stick held in  the other. In reality it had probably not been more than an hour since  the rest of the squad had left them there to watch over the wreckage of  the crashed spaceship. But having grown bored of their duty, they had  both agreed some time ago that it felt much, much longer, yet still not  nearly long enough for base to send out someone to relieve them. “Bet  troop’s back all snug, Junshi drinking her scumble and that, while we  gullible nuts here being work off our butts in it.”“Ah  shut up Scroat.” Corporal Skollett replied with an audible groan  without looking up. “Ain’t like you is lifting a finger. If I hear  moaning one more, might dare shooting you myself and tells them Lannies  got thee.” She sighed at the thought of killing a fellow soldier and  climbed out of the ship’s cockpit. Frankie Skollett was a tall, thick  set woman with ponytail of dyed, leaf green hair emanating from the  fringe of an otherwise shaved head and a permanent scowl. She also had a  dark snake tattoo, the head of which started above her right eye, where  a piercing created the fork of its tongue. The snake then trailed down,  dropping behind her ear and disappeared down her neck. There were  rumours its tail coiled all the way to her toes, but no one alive had  ever been able to confirm that.“What.  Just saying like.” By contrast, Brandon Scrottleswell was a scrawny  looking boy of generally average height and countenance that made him  appear as though he was constantly starving. This was not helped by the  notion that he always seemed to be eating something. At just sixteen he  was the youngest soldier in their unit, although certainly not the  youngest in the Centaurii militia. Even so, he was as wide eyed and  inexperienced as they came, and subsequently drew all of the least  enviable duties. At one point he had believed that earning the moniker  of Scrotum during basic training would be the worst thing that could  happen to him, but his misery had only grown worse from there.“Fine.  Just do it quiet. I’m thinking.” She had been crawling all over the  crashed ship, pondering its existence, presumed origin and how it had  come to be there. The corporal was merely a soldier, not an engineer or  scientist, but she possessed somewhat more intelligence than the average  Centauri militia guard, related as she was to some of the most  important people in the colony. But that did nothing to help her  understand what she was looking at. She had been expecting it to be a  lifeboat, an escape pod or something. A landing craft that had been  dropped or discarded by a larger ship in orbit, but that wasn’t what she  saw. The strange symbols on the side had the words United Earth and  Navy in bold letters on, yet it didn’t seem possible that such a small  ship could have travelled so far with just one person and hardly any  room for supplies.Even if  it had, and there was at least some evidence that there should have been  another section behind, she couldn’t comprehend living in such a ship  for the eon that it would take to reach Alpha Centauri from Earth. It  had taken the Grand Solaris something like eighty years to make the  journey, she vaguely recalled the lessons at school about it and the  cereal box model she’d had to make with a boy named Chadwick who had one  leg longer than the other and always smelled of onions. More confusing  to her though, was the compartment behind the cockpit that had a second  seat, as though the ship was meant to have two people in it. Or more  accurately, it appeared like it was added as an afterthought, because it  didn’t clearly didn’t match the aesthetics of the ship at all. But if  it was meant to have two people, why had they only found one pilot and  not two. The thought was lost to her as quickly as it had appeared  though, for she spotted something outside.“What  the cunt... what... thats...” She struggled to form her stunned  amazement at the lunacy unfolding before her eyes into words. “Fuck the  cunting fire out.” Was the best she could manage to articulate.“What?  I ain’t not...” Brandon began defensively with his standard denial of  everything. “Oh this. It hardly doing no harm Corp. Found these here  grub in that tent, figured we’d do with a bite seeing we is left out in  the cold and all. Looks like cat spew mind, but smells good.”“You  demented?” Frankie practically screamed, reaching him in barely more  than three short bounds, jumping down from the wrecked ship. “Shagging  Lannies all see it for crapping miles, idiot.”“Oww.”  Brandon cried as he felt the Corporal’s weapon clout him across the  head. “Aw, come on. It like nothing really.” But it was too late for him  to protest as Frankie kicked the smouldering wood from the hearth,  scattering the embers and the mess tin with his half cooked food into  the undergrowth. This was not, in hindsight the most sensible move, for  on another day the embers might have caught and set the forest alight.  Fortunately though, the ground was still sodden from the storm and the  fire meekly fizzled out in a cloud of smoke and steam as Brandon dived  after his spoiled meal.The  crack of something breaking pricked Frankie’s ears, something not  related to the scene in front of her, but instead it sounded as though  it came from behind. Suddenly alert, she sensed a movement in her  peripheral mind as though somehow aware of a presence she could not see.  Instinctively she whirled on the spot, her weapon swinging from her  shoulder as she dropped on one knee, every nerve ending prepared for...  her imagination ran wild with possibilities and the intuition that  whatever was out there probably wasn’t friendly.
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conversations.value: Cuddler: (Note  to anyone following this story: This post introduces Lanari telepathy.  To distinguish telepathic communication from normal speech and internal  thought, telepathic messagesare written in a different fontand will be surrounded by "<>"< An example of a telepathic message >Hopefully this will prove sufficient to avoid confusion. If not feel free to message me and I'll figure something else out.)The bright light that had flooded Pierre's  vision disappeared as quickly as it arrived, and Pierre could feel  himself re-materializing, until he once again felt himself on solid  ground. He blinked and unconsciously patted himself and shook his limbs,  as if to verify that he was still in one piece. He could hear someone  giggling behind him. He turned around to see Aurora and Adrian sporting  amused looks on their faces."I take it you've never transported like that before, lad?", Adrian quipped.Pierre shook his head and began to look around. He was indeed back in  the forest, the makeshift campsite about a meter or two from his left.  Roq, however, was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had not returned yet?  In any case, Pierre immediately headed inside.As he expected, the tent was empty, and appeared as though it had not  been disturbed, although Pierre could have sworn that some of the  rations were missing (good riddance, if anyone were to ask him). The  first thing he grabbed was the rifle. He still wasn't entirely sure how  it worked, but perhaps there was something in the database on his tablet  that could help him figure it out. He then packed everything else back  inside of the survival pack, save for the note and the tent itself, and  headed back out. Adrian and Aurora were waiting for him, and the three  headed towards the wrecked vessel in the distance.Adrian was in awe. "I still can't believe you weren't simply messing with me.""Now Adrian, you should know me better than that", Aurora lightheartedly  replied, "it wouldn't be very becoming of an ambassador to jest, now  would it?"Adrian rolled his eyes, "Don't you even, lass." He turned to look at Pierre. "So, he really is a member of our ancestral race.""Not just ours. The Centurii too."Adrian chuckled "To think that we ever had anything in common with those  blokes". His chuckle soon faded, however, as he spotted something in  the distance. He stopped and squinted, holding a hand over his eyes to  get a better view . "Speaking of. . ."Aurora mimicked Adrian's actions and gasped. "For goodness sake, what are they doing here?""Who?" Pierre asked.Aurora took hold of Pierre's hand and led him to a nearby grove. "Please  wait here. There's something that Adrian and I need to take care of.  We'll be back in a moment."Pierre was confused, but trusted Aurora and simply nodded. Aurora headed  back to Adrian and the two cautiously approached the ship. . . and the  Centurii soldiers camping near it. They moved in as close as they dared,  taking cover behind a stone slab. Their eyes glowed softly as they held  an internal conversation.< What the hell do they think they are doing here? This is clearly within our part of the forest. >< Came to investigate the crash, no doubt. There's no way that their  patrols did not spot its descent. Regardless, this is a blatant  violation of the territorial jurisdiction laid out in the treaty of  Lanar 74, and I'll make damn sure the council is made aware of it. >< Please, Aurora, you know that the Centurii don't take those  "treaties" seriously. In any case, what do you suggest we do?>Aurora peered around the stone. She  could only make out two soldiers. They seemed to be having some sort of  argument, and as Aurora listened, it was clear which one was in charge  and was the bigger threat. Ignoring her annoyance over the "shagging  Lannies" remark, she ducked back.< They're distracted. We might be able to sneak up on them and- >- SNAP! -The Lanarii turned in horror to the direction of the sound. While they  conversed, Faraz had crawled out of Aurora's bag and leaped onto the  branch of a nearby tree in pursuit of an insect. The kyuborra  successfully acquired his snack, but broke the branch he was on in the  process. Aurora peered back over the stone, and sure enough, their cover  was blown.< Drat it! Nevermind. Just wait here and cover me. I'll see if I can resolve this peacefully.>Aurora slowly stepped out from behind  the slab, her staff held out defensively in front of her. "Lay down  your arms. I am Aurora Gwendolin II, ambassador of the Lanari people.  You are trespassing upon our land. State your business here."