Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)
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				Title: <strong>Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 09:59:13</strong>
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				Yellow Creek National Park, North America, Fall 2012.<br><br>Clouds drifted slowly across the night sky, temporarily obscuring the countless pinpoints of light that dotted the black fabric of the infinite cosmos stretched out above him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Park Ranger Joseph Cooper lay on the back of his jeep straining his eyes watching for the tell tale trails of the meteor shower he had been waiting all season for. The weather was good, with only a light scattering of clouds above the park, with luck he could get some good shots of the shower with his camera.<br>&nbsp;<br>The cool breeze gently rustled the long grass and trees around him, raising goose bumps on his face. He sat up and reached for the flask of coffee, pouring himself a cup and savouring the warmth the bitter liquid sent seeping through his body. He settled back down on the folded blanket, resting his head on his bedroll. Here out in the open wilderness of the park he felt at home, comfortable in his self imposed isolation. Occasional twinges of loneliness surfaced, but they were rare these days, he seldom thought about the past. Self pity served no purpose he told himself. Three years out here as park ranger had given him plenty time to come to terms with the man he now was. He was happy here, for the first time in a long while he was content.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He'd come out tonight at the prospect of seeing the biggest meteor shower in the last decade in the northern continent. The weather was ok, but he wore his ranger's uniform to keep the chill September night from his bones. The late night broadcast from WTZM radio had predicted the shower would begin just after midnight so he'd took the jeep out into the middle of the park and sat out waiting for it to begin, camcorder at the ready. <br><br>He noticed a few thin streaks of light in the sky, the first trails showing the meteors entering the earth's atmosphere and burning up. He brought his camcorder up and started recording. After a few minutes the sky was filled with hundreds if tiny glittering trails as the shower reached its height. The first sign of anything unusual was a low rumbling sound that slowly built in volume and the rapid change in weather. <br><br>Clouds came rolling in from the eastern horizon, quickly obscuring the night sky, followed by a warm rain that was carried on a strong, almost gale force wind that came from nowhere. The rain stung his face with its ferocity as he quickly climbed down from the jeep, he opened the door and turned on his radio to see if he could catch any weather alerts, certain there had been no such forecast previously. He was about to call the main ranger station when the low rumbling he'd heard earlier changed to a strange sub-sonic roar and he spotted a strange shape in the sky, trailed by a plume of smoke and steam as it streaked low past him, battering him to his knees with the force of its passing. <br><br>"Holy crap!" He exclaimed as he picked himself up and watched the vapour trail as it shot across the horizon.&nbsp; What the hell was that? The park was a no fly area due to its delicate ecosystem and the fact there were a number of dormant volcano's and potential avalanche risks too. Whatever that was it was moving fast and low, it didn't look like it could be a passenger aircraft. Military maybe? He jumped in the driver's seat and started the engine, windscreen wipers working overtime to keep his view clear. He headed off, headlights lighting the way as he drove along the course of the plane or whatever it was. After a half mile or so he came across a number of felled trees. Shit, he thought to himself, if its hit them.... He drove on, expecting to find a trail of debris, but after another half mile all he'd seen was more trees.. Then he recognised where he was headed, he knew whoever was on that thing was in trouble. <br><br>He found the craft at the end of a mile long furrow in the ground, trees had been uprooted and left strewn across the land, looking like stalks of wheat tossed aside as if someone had plowed a field and left them lying around.<br><br>As he drove up as close as he dared he saw the silver/grey hull of the craft, roughly shaped like an arrow head. Grabbing a flashlight he got out of the jeep and clambered over the mounds of earth thrown up by the impact of the crash. Momentarily he wondered what the hell he was doing just walking up to the thing rather than calling for help on the radio but he was acting on instinct and adrenaline right now. <br><br>As he got closer he could smell burnt ozone and he could almost feel the heat radiating off the hull of the craft. He shone his flashlight along the side nearest him, the hull gleamed, spotless, no damage at all, its surface smooth and reflective. There were no obvious rivets or lines to mark where the panels of the hull joined together, no markings to show it was a military or civilian aircraft - this was a UFO. He was sure of that. Nothing man had built so far could survive a crash unmarked... A UFO and he, Joseph Cooper had found it.. His revelation was interrupted by a hiss of steam and a faint mechanical noise coming from the side of the craft near him.&nbsp; He saw an man sized oval shape slowly retracting into the interior of the vessel. Adrenaline coursing through his system he ignored the voice in his head telling him to run like hell and get help, instead he walked toward the portal and peered inside and stepped through. <br><br>Where the outside showed no sign of damage, the inside of the craft was a different story; though he assumed it wasn't supposed to look like this. Wires and pipes tangled together, fluids dripped down cracks in the walls and other equipment, the like of which Cooper had never seen before, was strewn across the floor of the vessel. It was smaller inside than its exterior suggested, the height of the small corridor making him stoop his 6'2" frame. He gingerly made his way to a junction between two corridors, one way led to an empty, but debris filled room, the other to a small chamber, relatively unscathed when compared to the rest of the ship. There seemed to have been some protective bubble that lay on the floor of this room, a grey form lay sprawled lying half out of the clear half open hemisphere. He moved closer before discovering the form was that of a slight framed woman. She was wearing a loose fitting grey jumpsuit of some kind making her appear very small and vulnerable amid the damage surrounding her. <br><br>An abductee? He thought immediately. I gotta get her out, if there's anyone or anything else here she could be in danger. He quickly picked her up, his broad shoulders easily taking her weight. He carefully picked his way back out through the mess of the corridor and out of the ship. <br><br>The rain immediately soaked her clothing and she was dripping wet and still unconscious as he lay her over the back seat of his jeep. He checked her neck and after a moment found a pulse. Relieved by this he drove as quickly as he dared in the driving rain and headed back to his remote ranger station, some 5 miles to the west. <br><br>She hadn't moved or made a sound by the time they arrived at his log cabin cum ranger post. He gently lifted her out of the car, making a note to get her out of her wet clothing just as soon as he had the fire lit inside. Moments later he kicked the door shut behind him and lay her down on the small sofa in the main living room of the cabin. He quickly lit a fire and went to fetch some dry towels. He thought about calling to tell ranger headquarters but decided the ship wasn't going anywhere and the girls health was more important. <br><br>He went back to the sofa, her wet hair spilled over the side and she lay in a foetal position where he'd left her. He was in the process of sitting her up to start getting her out of her clothing when he noticed just how small and delicate and utterly pale skinned she was. Not to mention, even in this state, very beautiful. He started to tug at her clothing when her eyes snapped open revealing the most hypnotic, emerald green irises... He stood and backed away as she screamed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 21:23:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;Imaya was just coming to when she felt him tugging on her clothes. Afraid that the Barogan had found her she screamed and moved away from him. Seeing that he wasn’t Barogan, she looked around. The place she was in wasn’t familiar. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Where is my ship?” she asked before realizing that he probably couldn’t understand her. She had no idea where she was, where her ship was and had no way to communicate.&nbsp; Hopefully this was at least the planet she had been heading to when the Barogan’s found her. <br>&nbsp;<br>She remembered the fight on the way down, Moving into the meteor shower hoping for the best when it happened. The Barogan ship exploded just as they hit her own ship. She had no idea what had happened but she thanked Baral that it did. Unfortunate the explosion sent part of the Barogan ship in her direction and hit her, causing more damage.<br>&nbsp;<br>She did all she could to make a safe landing but with the ship’s systems failing she feared the worst. Somehow she must have made it down but she had no idea what happened after that or how she got here. Somehow she had to get back to her ship. Her shoulders drooped as she realized the obstacles to achieving that goal.<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 20:11:01</strong>
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				<br><br>Jo backed away a step or two holding his hands out toward her as the girl screamed. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said quickly, almost as shocked as she was. She'd been out cold since he picked her up, just his luck she came around as he was touching her clothing. She probably thought he was trying to rape her or something. <br><br>"Are you ok Miss? Do you remember what happened? Do you know why abducted you?" He stopped short, realising he was bombarding her with questions. He knelt down by the side of the sofa, looking at her for the first time. She was blonde with brown eyes and high cheekbones a combination that meant she could be from pretty much anywhere in the world, she might not even speak English. She was pretty, even in her shaken state, he could tell that much despite the mud and the strange oversized jumpsuit she was wearing. She seemed slim, delicate almost but seemed unharmed. <br><br>"Do you speak English?" He asked slowly. "Are you hurt?" His voiced betrayed a genuine concern for her. He realised he could be speaking to someone, possibly the first person that could give a first hand account of alien abduction. 
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				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 11:00:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;As Imaya continued to recover from the shock of the landing she started looking around. Noticing that she still had on the emergency suit and was alive she assumed that the life bubble had deployed. The suit was designed for life threatening situations where on was not able to get to a secure area or in her case where the secure are might be damage. When activated it enclosed the occupant in a life bubble that protected them from extremes of temperature and pressure for a limited amount of time in addition to acting as an inertial dampener. Unfortunately it was now useless as the suits were one use only. Plus from the condition it was in she feared that the ship might be damaged beyond repair.<br>&nbsp;<br>The person who had startled her when she woke up was still talking to her. At least she hoped that was speech. She hoped that he, she assumed it was male until confirmed, was the dominant species on the planet. At least he was wearing clothes and they were in some sort of structure. If she was on her ship she could use neural receptors to allow them to communicate in some fashion until they had deciphered enough of his brain patterns for her to start learning his language. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Might as well get out of this suit.&nbsp; It has served its purpose.” Touching a spot on the collar of the suit caused an opening to appear on front of the suit from the collar to the crotch. It only took a moment to slide the suit off her to reveal her wearing what appeared a chain top, chain skirt of some kind and panties. The only ornament she wore was a necklace.<br>&nbsp;<br>She had to get across to him that she needed to get back to her ship and it seemed the only way was to communicate in a primitive manner… sign language.&nbsp; She placed her hands together; the thumbs touch each other and the forefingers doing the same. The space between the resembled her ship.
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 11:43:50</strong>
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				<br>She seemed unharmed by the way she was looking around at his cabin and at him, here eyes seemed to focus ok. The only trouble was she didn't seem to understand English at all. <br><br>Hmm, how the hell do I find out where she's from and how long she's been missing? Jo though on that for a moment as he carefully watched her, his eyes going wide as she touched something on her suit and it practically fell off her. As it fell to the floor it revealed her slim, lightly tanned body, clad in what could only be described as a chain mail bikini. He felt his heart beat quicker as her full form was revealed. It had been a long time since he'd been alone with a woman, let alone one so beautiful. <br><br>He gasped as her body was revealed, his jaw dropping for a moment before he remembered where he'd found her. "Did they make you wear that?" He said, pointing to her clothing, his eyes wandering all over her body for an indecent length of time. <br><br>She made a shape with her fingers, like an upturned heart. He furrowed his brow for a moment, wondering what she meant. It looked a little like an arrowhead too, the craft she'd been on?<br><br>"You want to go back?" He asked, pointing to the door of the cabin. He made a crude gesture with his hand flying and hitting the ground and stood. "Ok, I guess I can take you. Wait here." He said, using hand signals as best he could to ask her to stay there for a moment. He couldn't have her go out dressed like that, she'd be freezing. He went to his wardrobe in his bedroom and got a spare lumberjack shirt and pants. <br><br>"Here, put these on, they'll keep you warm." He said, holding out the clothes for her. <br><br>Once she'd put them on he offered her his hand and headed to his jeep with her following. He opened the door for her and tried not to let his body press against hers too much as he helped her with her seatbelt. Then he was driving them carefully in the dark of the park, headlights lighting the way. <br><br>He found the ship and parked up just by the crash site. He turned and looked at her, feeling slightly ashamed he was looking at her and wondering about her body rather than the terrible things she could have been put through. <br><br>"So, you want to go down there?" He asked pointing at the crashed ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 06:25:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;The man left for a minute and when he came back he handed her a shirt and a pair of pants. She looked at them the then at him and finally at the clothes she was holding again. She didn’t know why but he apparently wanted her to wear them. Must be a local custom.<br>&nbsp;<br>Taking the shirt, she examined it then looked at the one he was wearing, OK; the arms go here, you pull it on this way. She tried to close it the way she normally would but nothing was happening. Looking at it again she noticed the buttons. Pressing them to the other side didn’t do anything. Looking at his again she saw they apparently went through a slot. Finding an opening opposite each button, she the front close. A little clumsily but it was done.<br>&nbsp;<br>Now for the pants. There was a gap in it that must be the front. It would be awkward to close it on the back. Putting her legs into it, she managed to pull them up, again a little clumsily. No way was she going to remove her chaining. There was too much circuitry in it for that. She should be able to place it on the outside though. Now how to close the gap.&nbsp; Examining it she noticed a primitive version of the closures that she uses. Like the other garment this was most likely manually closed. Ah yes. She finally managed to close the zipper. Now she was ready. <br>&nbsp;<br>OOC: As ready as she can be with the sleeves and pants unbuttoned. You might want to add Jo helping her.<br>&nbsp;<br>When she was finally dressed he offered his hand to her. Taking it in her, she felt the warmth of it. It felt nice. Following him to what was apparently a vehicle he opened the side of it. As he stood there she figured he wanted her to enter. Looking inside, she was nothing that looked like it would harm her so she entered. As she sat down, he leaned over her, pressing lightly against her. That to felt good. Might be a mating custom of some kind. From the way it felt she wouldn’t mind finding out more about it. When he started to buckle her, she felt a little apprehension but he hadn’t tried to hurt her yet. Besides it was as if it could really hold her if she wanted to get out. Beside it might be protection against acceleration. When he got in the other side and strapped himself in she figured she was right but when the vehicle started it was so slow. That made no sense.<br>&nbsp;<br>When he pointed to her ship, she was startled at how much damage had been done. But at least it didn’t look like there was too much for the ship to repair as long as it could get the necessary materials.&nbsp; Tugging on the restraint didn’t do anything and pushing on the side of the vehicle got the same results.
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 16:18:47</strong>
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				Looking at her reaction as he handed her some decent clothes Jo couldn't help wonder what else they'd made her do while she was aboard the alien craft. She seemed to have no idea how or indeed why she needed to wear the shirt and pants he offered her. It was only when she looked at him and compared what he was wearing with what he offered her that she seemed to realise what he wanted her to do. If she wanted him to take her back to the craft she would likely suffer from exposure if she didn?t cover up, not to mention the fact she'd give him a heart attack every time he looked at her near naked body.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>It had been months if not over a year since he'd been in the same room as a woman never mind one with so little clothing on. His self imposed solitude had the advantage that he could grieve for his wife in peace, but it appeared it had left him ill equipped to deal with the sudden appearance of an attractive woman. He tried to avert his eyes as best he could as she made a clumsy attempt at dressing herself, seemingly taking forever in doing up the buttons of the shirt and put on his spare pants. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>She left the sleeves of the shirt and the pants unbuttoned and the belt hung open at her waist. He mumbled an apology of sorts as he gently took her wrist to fasten the buttons on the sleeves and went a shade of red as he reached down to the button on the waist of the trousers, the back of his hand brushing lightly against the smooth warm skin of her belly. He tried not to look too closely as he took the belt and pulled it around her slim waist and fastened it in an effort to keep the trousers from slipping down her hips. It failed to a degree as her chain mail briefs and her shapely bottom were the only thing preventing the oversized pants from sliding off her legs.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>He wasn't sure but he got the feeling there was something wrong with the whole situation as he showed her into his jeep. Something about the way everything seemed so alien to her was nagging at Jo but he put it down to the fact she may have been drugged or conditioned by her captors. As they parked up at the crash site she seemed to be waiting for him to unbuckle the seat belt as if she had no idea how to do it herself. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>"Ok, wait there." he said quietly, looking into her eyes, hoping she would see he meant her no harm. He walked around the jeep and opened the door, again having to lean across her to pop the button on the seatbelt and release her. The warmth of her body and the smell of her body were almost intoxicating to Jo after so long alone. Without thinking he breathed in deeply through his nose, her scent filling his lungs. He blinked, looking up at her realising what he'd done and feeling a little ashamed of it.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>"So, we're here. Do you really want to go back in there?" He asked, puzzled as to why she'd want to return, thinking maybe he'd missed someone else in the ship or maybe some possession she desperately wanted returning.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>He again held out his hand and helped her down from the jeep, her delicate hands gripping his firmly for support. He held out his hand, indicating for her to lead the way. Taking a flashlight from the jeep he lit the way for her and followed closely as she approached the ship.
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				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 03:58:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;As Imaya climbed over the mounds of dirt thrown up by the ships landing, she was not surprised at the condition of the hull. She remembered ordering the ship to activate crash fields so that had worked. Entering the ship she was appalled at the damage that was done. Eventually entering the control room she saw that thought it was greatly damaged it was not anything that was no repairable. At least nothing vital was damaged as far as she could tell. If any of the major functions of the ship had failed that would be a crater large enough to land a battle cruiser in. <br>&nbsp;<br>Most of the panel and controls we damaged beyond use in most cases. Only the toughest, which meant the emergency controls, would most likely still be operational. The only problem there was there she would not have any fine control.&nbsp; Touching the panel a section slowly started to slide open then jammed. Grabbing one side she pulled on it she could feel it giving but not enough. She looked up at Jo, hoping he would understand what she wanted. Fortunately, he did and the panel was soon open.<br>&nbsp;<br>Looking over the panel she could tell a few things. The first was that the space around this solar system was clear of any Barogan ships with just the slight trace from where their ship had exploded. She had to hope that they had not gotten any information off as to their position. The second was that there was some type of aircraft heading their way. It looked like they would be here in a little of seven muscens, which should be plenty of time if she hurried. Entering muscens into a timer on the panel she pressed a button. A vibration was felt throughout the ship as she did.<br>&nbsp;<br>Going over to the wall, she opened another panel and took two containers. One was the size of a large duffel bag, a silver colored cylinder with a handle on top, while the other was closer to the size of a backpack, a silvery rectangular shape with a handle. Checking the first panel, she smiled when she was one specific light on. She would be able to get back into the ship later. Grabbing the two containers, she started dragging them to the exit. She knew they had to get out soon, before the hatch closed and the ship started burying itself.
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 19:45:50</strong>
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				<br>Joseph followed the girl down the large furrow it had dug in the earth as it crash landed, making sure he lit the way with his flashlight. He was surprised at how eager she was to go back to the ship, also how sure she was of herself around it. If he'd been abducted he was sure the first thing he'd be doing was going to the authorities and getting them to blast the hell out of whoever had been holding him against his will. Unless she was now under their influence maybe? He decided to keep a wary eye on her as she entered the ship. <br><br>As he followed her wordlessly around the inside of the craft, he got the distinct impressing she had more than just a passing familiarity with the layout and possibly function of the ships different areas. She appeared to be checking control panels and other areas of the ship. Not something an abductee might do, not unless she had been here a long time and was aware of the ships functions. He had assumed she had come back aboard to find someone or something of sentimental value not check the status of the ship itself, unless she intended to fly the thing. <br><br>As she was looking at one panel in particular she looked up at him with those expressive eyes of hers, silently pleading for his help. "You want me to help move this?" He asked, "ok, but I hope you know what you're doing."<br><br>He pulled and strained against the buckled panel and eventually it gave way enough for her to look inside. He stood back flexing his shoulders. She seemed to press a few buttons on the panel - how did she know what she was doing? He couldn't be sure, but he thought he felt a shudder pass along the deck under his feet. Had she done that or was it the damage to the ship?<br><br>He wasn't all that sure things were as they'd first appeared but as she pulled open another panel she seemed to be hurrying a little more than before, with a specific purpose in mind. She pulled out two silver items from a storage panel, one significantly larger and obviously heavier than the other. He put one hand on her arm, causing her to look at him directly. "I'll help with that." He said slowly pointing to the larger object. "But I want to know how you know this ship so well." He said slowly. He started to haul the case back to the exit with her leading the way. As they reached the way they had entered he noticed to his consternation the hatch appeared to be slowly closing itself - either that or whatever buttons she'd pressed had set it to close. Either way, he hurried to the hatch and just managed to get the case and himself out before the gap closed. <br><br>Outside he noticed the ground around the ship was shaking and becoming less and less stable and after a moments doubt he was sure the ship was sinking into the ground. He shot the girl a questioning look, before quickly dragging the case away from the ship and struggling to get it to his jeep before the ground around him gave way. Once they both made it to the jeep he held his hands up to her, stopping her in her tracks. "What's going on here? Who are you and how did you do that in the ship?" His tone - he hoped - wasn't too threatening but let her know he wanted answers no matter how vulnerable and beautiful she looked, even in his old shirt.
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				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 07:46:27</strong>
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				Imaya wasn’t sure how she knew but she had some idea that Jo wanted information. She couldn’t blame him. If she was in his situation she knew she would also. Opening the small case, she pulled out two neutral receptors, items that resembled what Jo would call a headset. It consisted of a band that resembled a circle with about a quarter of it missing. At the two ends were the circular receptors that would receive and transmit thought. Its main purpose was to decipher a language by matching the sounds with images that the brain generated when one spoke. A secondary purpose was used in the initial phase of translation and consisted of receiving images from on headband and transferring then to the wearer of the second headband.&nbsp; <br>Taking one, she placed it on her head, the two receptors in front with the band circling the back and sides of the head. Taking the second one she placed it on his head in the same fashion. Closing her eyes she concentrated and touched the headband near one of the receptors. The neural receptor picked up some of the images and transmitted them to the second unit, which then attempted to transfer them to Jo. It was not the most accurate means of communication as sometime a lot was lost in the process but it should, hopefully, suffice. <br>&nbsp;<br>Two ships in space… Damage… One exploding… Activating survival suit… Entering atmosphere… Crashing…&nbsp; &nbsp;Waking up…<br>&nbsp;<br>At this point her concentration faltered as the strain got to her. Stumbling she place on hand on the vehicle to steady herself.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 14:52:09</strong>
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				<br>The girl seemed to understand at least the concept that he was asking a question. She opened one of the silver cases she had taken from the ship; her ship if his hunch was anywhere near correct. She placed what appeared to be some kind of headset on herself and after a little pause put a second identical looking device on his head. She pressed something on her set and after a momentary wave of vertigo Jo's mind was flooded with images and emotions that threatened to knock him senseless.<br><br>The jumble of images and sensations he got made no sense initially, the coldness of outer space, trepidation and fear. Then he got images of the ship, inside and out, he knew this was the ship the girl - if she was human - had travelled in. He got flashes of another vessel, conflict, someone climbing into a survival suit - the one he'd found the girl in then the crash and finally the fear and confusion she'd felt on waking up to see him standing over her. <br><br>The transfer ended as she slumped against the side of his jeep and he quickly moved to her side to support her as she seemed to loose consciousness. He took off the headbands and carefully put her in the passenger seat. He glanced back at the ship and was astonished to see it was no longer there, a mess of disturbed earth where it had sat just moments ago. Shaking his head in disbelief he loaded her containers onto the back of the jeep and started the drive back to his cabin. He gave her several sideways glances during the short drive, having deduced that rather than being the helpless victim of alien abduction she was in fact not of this earth and had crashed after being attacked in space, probably by another alien ship. He resolved to get to the bottom of the situation, but couldn't help feel sympathy and a little of something else for the girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Parking up at the cabin Jo carried the prone form of the girl inside, putting her down again on his battered old couch while he got her two cases from the back of his jeep. He made sure both the jeep and his cabin were securely locked and put her cases in his bedroom before carefully carrying her through and laying her down on his bed, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow.<br><br>He sat on the side of the bed looking down at her face, her delicate cheekbones and chin, the graceful line of her neck. He couldn't quite believe it, but from the way she moved through the ship and the strange device she used, he was sure she had to be an alien, as feminine and human looking as she was, she had to be from another world, he was almost certain of it now. What were the implications of this for him? Was he the first person to encounter an alien? Was it his duty to his country if not the world to hand her over to the authorities? What would happen to her if he did? <br><br>He resolved to try to speak to her in the morning and tell her of his concerns, ask her what her intentions were on Earth. He had a feeling she hadn't intended to be here, the images she showed him made him think she had only come here as a last resort. He looked down at her as these thoughts came to him. She seemed so small and frail looking dressed in his shirt and trousers. He considered undressing her before he put her under the covers, but thought better of it. He didn't want her waking twice to find him messing with her clothing. <br><br>He pulled a blanket over her and left her sleeping before he got some spare blankets and settle down on the sofa. He left the bedroom door open so he could see her and she would be able to see him should she wake before he did. His thoughts wandered to the last woman he'd been alone in this cabin with, wondering where his ex-wife was now, shaking off those thoughts he fell asleep on the couch.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 07:29:25</strong>
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				Imaya awoke during the night, partially due to the fact of the uncomfortable clothing, the sleep having restored the energy she’d lost communicating with Jo. After removing the clothes that had been lent to her, she took off what Jo would have caller her chain skirt and vest, leaving her wearing just a pair of panties and a necklace. She left the necklace as it was necessary for her control of what she had left.&nbsp; Opening the large container, she removed a kaftan like garment which she pulled over her head. The items she removed she placed in the container, and then closed it.<br><br>Having changed into more comfortable clothing, she paused to go over her options. She was effectively stranded on an alien planet and the only inhabitant she has met seems to be relatively harmless, but that could change. Until her ship was able to repair itself, and it still had to be determined if that was possible, she was alone. The only fortunate aspects were that she was alive and had been able to determine what the dominant species of the planet was from an old survey. For all she knew this could be her home for the rest of her life so it would be best to work on that assumption and do what she could to ensure her survival.&nbsp; Looking over at Jo, she thought the first thing is to find out as much as I can about the civilization and culture as it is now.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Kaftan.jpg)<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 11:44:34</strong>
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				His sleep was filled with dreams of exotic alien women and far away worlds, space craft and warring alien races. In his dreams he saved a beautiful alien girl from the clutches of some horrific looking bounty hunter and her gratitude knew no bounds.... He awoke somewhat aroused from his dream, his back - and not just that - stiff from a night on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes and stretched out, the sheet slipping off him as he did so. He lay clad only in his shorts for a moment before he noticed the girl standing looking through the doorway at him. His cheeks flushed and he sat up, covering his lap with his pillow."Sorry, I didn't see you there." He said somewhat embarrassed. He pointed to her new clothing, "I see you brought along some clothes of your own." He shook his head, realising she probably couldn't understand a thing he was saying.He stood, momentarily loosing the protection of the pillow, before he bent to pick up his pants. As he put them on he looked at her, trying to reconcile the fact that this rather attractive looking woman was from another world. He looked away, an unfamiliar feeling running through him. His wife, rather his ex-wife, had been the last woman he'd seen in a state of near nakedness, last night he'd seen this woman with next to nothing on and now he'd been dreaming about being intimate with her. He felt like he'd done something wrong even though he'd only been dreaming. He shook his head and tried to think of other things. He suddenly realised she'd not drank or eaten since he'd carried her out of the ship. "Do you need food or water?" He asked her, motioning with his hand, simulating someone putting something in their mouth, hoping she knew what he meant. Maybe the only way they would be able to communicate was through the device she used the night before, hopefully they could find some other way. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 21:50:08</strong>
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				One of the first things she’d noticed when she woke up was that her headband was not on her head. Looking around she found them next to where she had been laying. Putting one on she waited for Jo to wake up. She knew would have to adjust to life on this planet and he was the key to her survival. She had no idea how long she would be here of even if it would be permanent.<br><br>When he woke up she noticed that he had an erection. One thing she’d learned from life was that no matter what shape or form an erection was usually a prelude to sex. She smiled as she had a way to repay him for helping her but her smile faded as he covered it up as if he was ashamed of it. Then he pointed at her saftod, the kaftan like clothing she wore. She looked down at it then back to him just in time to see him miming putting something in his mouth.<br><br>However, talking with the headband would do nothing for her. Walking over to him she placed the neural receptor on his head again. Even though she knew he would not understand she told him, “Keep this on at all times so I can learn your language.” Touching the side of her headband, she adjusted it so it would teach her his languages as it deciphered it. Unfortunately this meant that she would not be able to transmit as she did earlier.<br><br>“Now to fulfill his request.” Reaching down, Imaya lifted up the saftod and removed it, leaving her wearing just the paraps, or panties.&nbsp; Kneeling down in front of him she started to undo his pants. On her home planet there was no mores or taboos about sex, particularly since the main way for the young to learn was by observing their elders. This pertained to all aspects of their life, including their abilities, skills, work, in fact everything there was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 17:19:59</strong>
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				<br><br>The girl stood there for a moment as if considering what his actions could mean before walking over to him and putting the communications device on his head once again. She said something he didn't understand before pressing a button on the side of the headset. <br><br>Unlike last time there was no sudden flood of images or sensations. Jo wondered if it was working, but his thoughts on this were abruptly halted as the girl took off her long kaftan type garment revealing her slim body once again. This time she was wearing only her strange chain panties, her pert breasts exposed. He looked at her, feeling the heat in his cheeks as he flushed with embarrassment - this was after all less than 12 hours since he'd pulled her out of a crashed UFO and now she was exposing herself to him. Plus, he'd not seen a woman naked besides his wife in several years. <br><br>She knelt down in front of him and he felt her hands go to his zipper - she was taking off his pants.. Oh, had she misinterpreted the gesture he'd made? He stood in shock for a moment, unable to move. The sound of his pants hitting the floor brought him around, feeling her hands on his rising erection through the material of his shorts. <br>&nbsp;<br>"Wait. Stop, you don't have to do this.." Jo said quickly, shocked that she'd so readily do such a thing. He hoped she understood, he didn't want her to think she had to do this, he may have saved her life but it wasn't because he wanted to hold it over her. Thought she was an alien she clearly had an understanding of human sexuality which meant there was more in common between their races than he'd first thought. <br><br>He gently held her wrists stopping her before she had freed his erection from his shorts. He sat down on the sofa, motioning for her to do the same. He tried to look her in the eye as he spoke, but found his eyes wandering to her exposed breasts. <br><br>"Look, its not like I don't appreciate the ah, offer, but you don't owe me anything, certainly not sex." Jo said, his voice still carrying some of his surprise and a little nervous embarrassment. Its not like he got offers like this on a regular basis - or ever for that matter - he had kept himself purposefully away from women and the social scene following his divorce some years ago. He was only just getting over their separation and the reasons behind it. <br><br>"Sorry, I'm sure it would be really good, but I'm just not ready for that kind of um, gratitude just yet. Its complicated and I'm not sure you'd understand." He tried not to sound patronising as he spoke, hoping he wasn't committing some kind of intergalactic faux pas. <br><br>"What I was trying to ask was if you were hungry." He said. Not sure if she understood he carefully put his trousers back on and gestured for her to come through to the kitchen where he showed her some of the food he had in the refrigerator. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" He asked, taking out a carton of milk and pouring a glass. He drank some himself before offering some to her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 21:22:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;The neural receptors were working just as they were intended, deciphering and matching words with images and transmitting them to her where they were sent into her mind. She started learning and associating with what was happening.<br>&nbsp;<br>Picking up the glass, she took a sip and said, “Thirsty.” No, that was not what this was. It was... Yes, the need to have liquid. Whatever this substance was it tasted good. Dipping her finger in it she then held her finger out to him. “What?”<br>&nbsp;<br>The sooner she could get him to talk about anything and everything the sooner she would learn.&nbsp; Pointing to herself she said, “Imaya.”&nbsp; She pointed to the carton of milk. “What?” She smiled when he started naming things, Yes she was learning. She wanted to repay him for his kindness though.<br>&nbsp;<br>There was an image she glimpsed when he talked about sex. Maybe that was who he wanted sex with. Her hair started changing color, length, style. Her body shifted and soon she looked like his wife. “Sex?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 16:02:13</strong>
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				<br>"Milk. Its a drink, comes from cows." Joseph explained as she questioned him. Something about the way she dipped her finger and held it out made him slightly hot under the collar, probably something to do with the fact she had just offered him a blow job a moment ago. <br><br>"Imaya, a beautiful name." He repeated her name as she said it, pointing to himself, slowly saying his name. He gave names to everything she pointed to, most of the contents of the fridge and the general clutter around the cabin. There was a photo of him and his ex wife on a table and he stumbled over an explanation. "We, ah we were married, it didn't work out." He didn't tell her the reason it didn't work out. They had only been married for a few years, his wife left him when they had been drunk one night and started a discussion about sexual fantasies, she didn't like the answer he gave when she asked if he'd have sex with another guy. <br><br>He shook his head slowly when he thought back to that time, wondering if he'd ever feel the same about another woman. He felt a knot in his stomach just thinking about it. Looking back to Imaya his eyes grew wide as her hair grew darker, through to brunette, her whole body seemed to morph, growing a few inches around the waist, her bust became fuller and her hips wider until she stood in front of him, the image of his ex-wife.. "Karen?" He breathed, astounded by what he had just witnessed. "How? Is this possible, you're .. What? How did you do that?" His mind struggled to understand what had just happened, his cheeks burned scarlett as she asked if he wanted sex.. He didn't know what to say, the sight of his lover before him fuelled a libido that had been held in check since she had left him, but he knew it wasn't his wife, it was an alien he'd just pulled from a crashed ship the night before.. <br><br>He stood stunned, unable to answer in any meaningful way.&nbsp; <br>"Ah, I.. "&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 23:22:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Married? The neural could not come up with a translation for that one. She must learn what it means. But there was an image with it. It was the same one she glimpsed when he mentioned sex.<br><br>“My people change. We be anything.” Imaya still didn’t have enough vocabulary to explain her planets history. How the planets violent upheavals caused rapid mutations to occur. How the ones that survived managed to survive because some of the mutations gave them the ability to make rapids adjustments to their environment. That as the planet aged and eventually calmed down their species evolved into the form they have today. A race that due to their abilities only require clothing to interact with their technological systems.&nbsp; A race capable of changing into anything that their imagination can conceive.<br><br>“You help me. I want repay help. Not know you need. You lone. People not be lone. I offer. You not accept. “Maybe Jo’s behavior has to do with the word that could not translate.&nbsp; Maybe he could explain what it means. It was not something that he had named or anything the neural receptor could extrapolate from data it already had. “What married?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 18:34:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"Anything?" He wondered out loud, he struggled to get his head around the idea. <br><br>He was un-nerved as she stood naked there, the very image of his ex wife. He found it hard to look away though, he still remembered the times they were intimate as some of the most incredible times of his life. They'd had a very fulfilling sex life until he'd confessed one of his deepest fantasies to her. <br><br>He thought he heard sadness in her voice, the thought of him turning her down seemed to cause her some concern. "Sorry, its not, well, its not you, I don't know if the way you looked before is your ah, natural form? You're very beautiful and its not like I don't find you attractive, but its been a long time for me." He felt a little awkward talking to a complete stranger about his love life. <br><br>"I was married. Marriage? Its a commitment two people make when they're in love, it means they'll be together forever and not be with anyone else." His voice wavered a little before he continued. "We thought we'd be together forever... It didn't end up that way." He shook his head, remembering the heart ache that led to him moving away and taking this job. <br><br>"We both found out things about each other that we couldn't come to terms with, so we decided we couldn't be together." He explained, hoping she understood it wasn't a decision taken lightly. <br><br>"Sorry to ask, but could you change back, its kinda wired seeing you like this?" As he was saying that, for some reason he put out his hand and stroked her cheek gently, a half smile playing on his lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kimmart</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 21:46:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shifting back to her original form, she told him, "No marriage where I from. World dangerous. Survival mean need change. Need breed. People often separated. No commitment. If same sex one change. Breed."<br><br>She still didn't have enough command of the language to explain to him how it was on her world. Maybe she should show him. Shifting she changed into a male version of herself.<br><br>"Sometimes both need breed so we become like this." Shifting again, she removed her panties and bent over facing away from him showing that she had both male and female sex organs. All of this talk about breeding was getting to her. She knew that for some reason he didn't seem to want her but she had to try one more time. If nothing else she would have to relieve the need bu herself. Reaching between her legs, she started to stroke herself, one hand on her cock the other fingering the folds of her feminine sex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Closer Encounters (ryanmcallister80 and kimmart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 16:46:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"You can change sex?" Joseph said, intrigued and a little unsettled by the sight of her changing forms in quick succession. He sat, eyes wide as he watched her change to a male version of 'herself' before turning away and pulling her chain panties down to expose both her reproductive organs, framed by her slim thighs and peachy round buttocks. <br><br>He watched dumbly as she/he bent over and slowly started stroking her penis to hardness while her other hand reached further to rub along the outer lips of her vagina. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to clear it, but when he opened his eyes again she was still there, pleasuring both organs slowly, looking back at him with a strange look on her face. Despite his initial reluctance he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him, his penis rapidly stiffening in his shorts. <br><br>"Ah, Imaya? Do, ah, do you want some help?" He found himself speaking what he was thinking, not really caring if he seemed too forward any longer, his libido taking over. He knelt on the floor of the cabin, pants around his ankles, shorts tenting obviously. "Its been a long time and you're so beautiful, whatever form you're in."
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