Noticing a large group of bushes - a shrubbery as one would call it - the boy saw to it as being his time to get cover. He took a quick look behind himself to see if there was something right there behind him. Risky move, but seemingly the chaser was still far enough to not be seen. The boy hid in the shrubbery, curled into as small ball as he could, held his breath and waited, hoping that whatever it was that was following him could lose sight of him.
As he was hiding, the rustling sound that had followed him seemed to run past his hiding point. He couldn't get a clear view on it to be able to tell what it was, and he preferred to just keep his eyes closed anyway - in case he would get startled By it and let out some haphazard sound he didn't want to make.
The rustling stopped, waited for a moment and went back to where it had originally come from. Christofer was still partly holding his breath and sat still for a while even after the rustling had dissapeared completely.
He was a bit dirty when he got up. But that was the least of his worries. He wasn't feeling over all great right now. Looking around the murky forest, he didn't know where he was supposed to go now.
He had no idea where he was...
As he was hiding, the rustling sound that had followed him seemed to run past his hiding point. He couldn't get a clear view on it to be able to tell what it was, and he preferred to just keep his eyes closed anyway - in case he would get startled By it and let out some haphazard sound he didn't want to make.
The rustling stopped, waited for a moment and went back to where it had originally come from. Christofer was still partly holding his breath and sat still for a while even after the rustling had dissapeared completely.
He was a bit dirty when he got up. But that was the least of his worries. He wasn't feeling over all great right now. Looking around the murky forest, he didn't know where he was supposed to go now.
He had no idea where he was...
<Seems like a lot is going on in there,> the andalite commented. <And up there.> The andalite pointed to the sky, of which had an alien ship - for a few moments, anyways. It seemed to have either crashed or landed. Or both. With his other hand, he gestured towards some bushes not too far away, but far enough in the woods that the person inside of them wouldn't have seen him or the party of three on the bench. Extending his thoughtspeak farther out, he spoke to the stranger. <Hello? I can see you,> he said privately to him.
Another note - andalite vision is a lot better than human vision.
Another note - andalite vision is a lot better than human vision.
[ I'd suggest you to add a bit more sentences in that
What are you commenting on? Are you sure everything is in the area of vision of the character?
Just making sure~
All good now~ ]
What are you commenting on? Are you sure everything is in the area of vision of the character?
Just making sure~
All good now~ ]
(I'm starting to think I should make a profile for Kallenger. Or at least a page on Kete's profile. I do have some pictures of her somewhere...)
(Oh, and also, you people are awesome~ It's so great to see so many people taking part in this!)
Alarms fired off furiously, the previously silent air aboard the dropship was shattered in a second as some great heap of metal plunged down on them from above, missing a direct collision only barely.
"What in Oblivion is that!?" Agent Kallenger exclaimed, as the bulky little ship was sent careening off by the shock wave and the fire from the wreck's atmospheric plunge.
"5/20, co-pilot, now! Stabilize the ship!" Agent 5/20 was ahead of Kallenger on the order, extending from the passenger seat a second set of controls that, when used in tandem with the primary, retained better overall control over a rogue vessel. And rogue it was - the entire front half of the dropship was absolutely battered, having been only yards from the wreck as it shot by. The front windshield had been entirely singed over, and monitor view had to replace physical view. The insides of the windows flickered to life with what could have been the normal view, though it was actually through cameras on the exterior of the vessel.
They probably would have gotten a hold of the ship spinning out of control, if it weren't for the sudden, terrible rain of debris from above, pelting the top of the ship relentlessly.
Kallenger gripped the controls white-knuckled. "@#$%ing @#$% @#$% @#$% @#$%!" she cussed, pulling back with all her might, as her co-pilot did the same - but it was no use.
Scraps of white hot metal continued to assault the ship from above, each knocking it off kilter a little more, putting dents in the ceiling of the passenger bay, much to the mild anxiety of the agents there - all with the exception of Agent 4/20, who was still obliviously enjoying his game of holographic solitaire.
At last, despite the valiant efforts of Kallenger and 5/20, one last great scrap struck the left side wing, severing the thruster completely. In it's last act of existence the severed thruster, at the moment of break, released a burst of fire that sent it swinging like some great hammer out of Hades into the side of the vessel - there was no saving it now.
"Emergency landing!" Kallenger ordered, as if that was necessary.
Unfortunately the left side of the vessel had caught fire upon impact with it's own thruster, so there was no time for a normal landing.
In one last act of desperation, Kallenger killed the engines entirely, and allowed the black vessel to go freefalling to the surface, spinning sickeningly as it gained momentum. It would probably pass right by, or within sight of the primitive fighter at one point or another.
Then at the last moment she could, the Imperial Agent reactivated the engines and applied as much downward force as she could muster.
The dropship still came blasting through the clouds and impacted the ground with incredible force, but the damage was in general less than that of the wreck which had sent them here.
Alarms still firing, Kallenger took a deep breath, wiping a spot of blood from her forehead resulting on impact. Then she killed the engines again.
The primary difference between this collision and the one earlier was the location. Where the first flaming wreck had impacted some distance from any people, this one came down in the thick jungle that bordered a suburban Earth City park, within clear sight of - if nobody else - the kid in the bushes, the kid with the android, and the strange blue creature.
Meanwhile, in the heart of Earth City, far from all the action, an assassin was disembarking a magrail train and walking through the station, ignoring sideways glances from humans who were unaccustomed to those with differences from themselves.
As the assassin stepped onto the sidewalk and began making her way toward the building which contained her target, nothing seemed particularly out of order. The city was bustling, business as usual, unawares of the chaos going down in the jungle and the park that bordered it, all to the South of the city.
He was very hungry. It had been a while since he had eaten anything, because it seemed tough around here to snag food, or the money to get food - and damned if he was going to beg for it! It simply wasn't his game.
Instead, the little half-breed sat on a bench and watched the world go by. Of course, he wasn't sitting normally. He was upside down - legs dangled over the back, with his back on the seat, and head hanging where he could watch how the people somehow managed to walk casually on the ceiling of the world!
The kid was small - perhaps seventeen years old? Certainly shorter than he should have been. He was somewhat disheveled as well, his clothing was not dirty, but it was old - especially that coat. A bright orange mess of feathery hair gave to fluffy fox ears, matching tail resting on the bench beside him. He seemed incredibly content, despite his growling stomach. His eyes, one deep blue and the other strange red and gold, looked out with little disparity at his hunger. These things always worked out!
And it was then that his luck changed for the better.
Existing unconsciously in the minds of everyone around him had it's perks. The minds of all within his 50 foot range were extensions of his own - the eye read their thoughts, their sensory inputs, and transmitted them to the boy as though they had been his own. It would seem overwhelming, but he had grown so accustomed to the sensation that the process had become entirely unconscious - the minds were there, the eyes were there, all in the back of his head - all he had to do was look.
It so happened that he found what he was looking for - the boy grinned, reached out, and casually plucked from the pocket of a man walking by Standard card! How lucky to have finally found someone who didn't keep it in a wallet - foolish of them!
He was wealthy, the Kete knew that, so there was no need to feel bad. Besides, he was just going to get something to eat with it.
But before he could make to stand, he noticed something else - this time with his /actual/ eyes. It was a woman. She was very tall, she was dressed very strangely, and she had horns. His first assumption was that she was some obscure sub-kind of half-breed. That would be interesting, since there were virtually no half-breeds on Earth.
So he rolled off the bench - falling on his behind as he did so, and scrambling to his feet - then scampered across the street to the strange horned woman.
"Wow, those are really strange!" He said, as he came up beside her, and stuck there, walking along. That was one way to greet a woman, anyway. Certainly blunt. "Those horns, I mean. But they're real neat!" He seemed so excited about it, looking up at her, smiling.
She was going to have a hard time shaking this one.
(Oh, and also, you people are awesome~ It's so great to see so many people taking part in this!)
Alarms fired off furiously, the previously silent air aboard the dropship was shattered in a second as some great heap of metal plunged down on them from above, missing a direct collision only barely.
"What in Oblivion is that!?" Agent Kallenger exclaimed, as the bulky little ship was sent careening off by the shock wave and the fire from the wreck's atmospheric plunge.
"5/20, co-pilot, now! Stabilize the ship!" Agent 5/20 was ahead of Kallenger on the order, extending from the passenger seat a second set of controls that, when used in tandem with the primary, retained better overall control over a rogue vessel. And rogue it was - the entire front half of the dropship was absolutely battered, having been only yards from the wreck as it shot by. The front windshield had been entirely singed over, and monitor view had to replace physical view. The insides of the windows flickered to life with what could have been the normal view, though it was actually through cameras on the exterior of the vessel.
They probably would have gotten a hold of the ship spinning out of control, if it weren't for the sudden, terrible rain of debris from above, pelting the top of the ship relentlessly.
Kallenger gripped the controls white-knuckled. "@#$%ing @#$% @#$% @#$% @#$%!" she cussed, pulling back with all her might, as her co-pilot did the same - but it was no use.
Scraps of white hot metal continued to assault the ship from above, each knocking it off kilter a little more, putting dents in the ceiling of the passenger bay, much to the mild anxiety of the agents there - all with the exception of Agent 4/20, who was still obliviously enjoying his game of holographic solitaire.
At last, despite the valiant efforts of Kallenger and 5/20, one last great scrap struck the left side wing, severing the thruster completely. In it's last act of existence the severed thruster, at the moment of break, released a burst of fire that sent it swinging like some great hammer out of Hades into the side of the vessel - there was no saving it now.
"Emergency landing!" Kallenger ordered, as if that was necessary.
Unfortunately the left side of the vessel had caught fire upon impact with it's own thruster, so there was no time for a normal landing.
In one last act of desperation, Kallenger killed the engines entirely, and allowed the black vessel to go freefalling to the surface, spinning sickeningly as it gained momentum. It would probably pass right by, or within sight of the primitive fighter at one point or another.
Then at the last moment she could, the Imperial Agent reactivated the engines and applied as much downward force as she could muster.
The dropship still came blasting through the clouds and impacted the ground with incredible force, but the damage was in general less than that of the wreck which had sent them here.
Alarms still firing, Kallenger took a deep breath, wiping a spot of blood from her forehead resulting on impact. Then she killed the engines again.
The primary difference between this collision and the one earlier was the location. Where the first flaming wreck had impacted some distance from any people, this one came down in the thick jungle that bordered a suburban Earth City park, within clear sight of - if nobody else - the kid in the bushes, the kid with the android, and the strange blue creature.
Meanwhile, in the heart of Earth City, far from all the action, an assassin was disembarking a magrail train and walking through the station, ignoring sideways glances from humans who were unaccustomed to those with differences from themselves.
As the assassin stepped onto the sidewalk and began making her way toward the building which contained her target, nothing seemed particularly out of order. The city was bustling, business as usual, unawares of the chaos going down in the jungle and the park that bordered it, all to the South of the city.
He was very hungry. It had been a while since he had eaten anything, because it seemed tough around here to snag food, or the money to get food - and damned if he was going to beg for it! It simply wasn't his game.
Instead, the little half-breed sat on a bench and watched the world go by. Of course, he wasn't sitting normally. He was upside down - legs dangled over the back, with his back on the seat, and head hanging where he could watch how the people somehow managed to walk casually on the ceiling of the world!
The kid was small - perhaps seventeen years old? Certainly shorter than he should have been. He was somewhat disheveled as well, his clothing was not dirty, but it was old - especially that coat. A bright orange mess of feathery hair gave to fluffy fox ears, matching tail resting on the bench beside him. He seemed incredibly content, despite his growling stomach. His eyes, one deep blue and the other strange red and gold, looked out with little disparity at his hunger. These things always worked out!
And it was then that his luck changed for the better.
Existing unconsciously in the minds of everyone around him had it's perks. The minds of all within his 50 foot range were extensions of his own - the eye read their thoughts, their sensory inputs, and transmitted them to the boy as though they had been his own. It would seem overwhelming, but he had grown so accustomed to the sensation that the process had become entirely unconscious - the minds were there, the eyes were there, all in the back of his head - all he had to do was look.
It so happened that he found what he was looking for - the boy grinned, reached out, and casually plucked from the pocket of a man walking by Standard card! How lucky to have finally found someone who didn't keep it in a wallet - foolish of them!
He was wealthy, the Kete knew that, so there was no need to feel bad. Besides, he was just going to get something to eat with it.
But before he could make to stand, he noticed something else - this time with his /actual/ eyes. It was a woman. She was very tall, she was dressed very strangely, and she had horns. His first assumption was that she was some obscure sub-kind of half-breed. That would be interesting, since there were virtually no half-breeds on Earth.
So he rolled off the bench - falling on his behind as he did so, and scrambling to his feet - then scampered across the street to the strange horned woman.
"Wow, those are really strange!" He said, as he came up beside her, and stuck there, walking along. That was one way to greet a woman, anyway. Certainly blunt. "Those horns, I mean. But they're real neat!" He seemed so excited about it, looking up at her, smiling.
She was going to have a hard time shaking this one.
Thousands upon thousands birds, numerous on shapes and sizes sprung out from the thick vegetation, extending upon miles from Earth City, as an ear deafening roar pierced violently through the forest surrounding the civilization.
The fighter, descending incredibly fast for it's altitude, jettisoned even more black smog as it reached closer to the ground.
The engine roar, now followed by even louder explosions muffled the echoes of animals running for their lives in the jungle as the ship finally appeared decelerate. Distorted metallic rods distended from the spacecraft's base, functioning like supports once it finally struck the ground with a loud screech.
Then suddenly, all went silent...
The aberrant machine just stood there. Spurting what smog was left it into exquisite engines.
The fighter, descending incredibly fast for it's altitude, jettisoned even more black smog as it reached closer to the ground.
The engine roar, now followed by even louder explosions muffled the echoes of animals running for their lives in the jungle as the ship finally appeared decelerate. Distorted metallic rods distended from the spacecraft's base, functioning like supports once it finally struck the ground with a loud screech.
Then suddenly, all went silent...
The aberrant machine just stood there. Spurting what smog was left it into exquisite engines.
The droid rotated himself in the direction of the descending fighter and made quick notice to reattach his damaged arm as soon as he found it. Searching under various piles of rubble and debris he found his missing arm, reconnecting each little wire, plug, and joint to where it needed to go until it was fully functional again. Moments later he began walking off to inspect the fighter crash that had been nearby inside the forest his blue lit visual sensor lighting the way as he hunted down the crash sight within the forest. Each step he took made a crunching sound on the shrubbery or wood below him as he took each step closer to the crash eventually reaching the fighter, keeping a safe distance away hidden behind shrubbery.
The German didn't get far until he was interrupted on his way again. Hearing a strange voice - although in his head - startled him. He did not recognize it and having just been chased didn't help he situation. The boy dove in the nearest bush again and curled just like before. His head hadn't gotten a whole lot of space to breath after te chase scene so he was starting to stress out, not thingking fully rationally, onstantly fearing an ambush or such would happen.
He made some sort of strange whimpering sound - although he would have preferred to stay silent - and held his hands over his ears. "Who are you? Leave me alone..."
He made some sort of strange whimpering sound - although he would have preferred to stay silent - and held his hands over his ears. "Who are you? Leave me alone..."
The andalite continued observing, as was the life of such an observer. Upon seeing the kid in the bushes cringe, and hear him whimper, he recognized the language. The chip in his brain began processing, and the words came out as something like "who is thee, leave thine alone!" or whatever it happened to be in the andalite language.
He concentrated his thoughts, and projected more speech towards the boy. <I am Ygurt-Kidutts-Selacs, an andalite aristh. Look south, and you will see a blue dot. That is me,> he predicted, for he didn't know how keen this thing's vision was.
He concentrated his thoughts, and projected more speech towards the boy. <I am Ygurt-Kidutts-Selacs, an andalite aristh. Look south, and you will see a blue dot. That is me,> he predicted, for he didn't know how keen this thing's vision was.
Mercury speaks again. "Master, multiple things of interest are happening in the forest I mentioned earlier. Colin sighed and got up, he ran for the forest with his android in pursuit, making it there in a short amount of time.
With a heavy sigh, a sign that her patience was wearing thin, Nirix opened her mouth to answer what she could only assume was another curious human's question for the umpteenth time in the short four hours she had been on this planet.
"Yes, my horns and pointed ears are real. They are just as real as anything in your human anatomy, they define my people: The Eoclu" She explained, though there was a pause in her words as her lavender eyes fell upon what was definitely not a human.
Stiffening slightly, Nirix observed the non human who had taken a pace beside her. He was short, that much was certain but if it was from youthful age or just lack of growth, Nirix wasn't sure. Age was a very different thing amongst her people and definitely something different amongst the humans. To her they all looked the same and showed any difference until their hair turned white and their skin leathery and wrinkly like that of the ancient and respected elders of her people.
However, the one thing that identified the short male was his scent, that of the people that the humans called: Half Breeds. Nirix had seen his kind before, liberated a few from sickening slavers after she had assassinated their self proclaimed "Masters". It had completely disgusted the Eoclu and she had been more than glad to gift them with all her earns from the previous hit she had done before that one. The smiles on their dirty faces had been more than worth it.
"Atishan Da'len," She smiled as the melodic language of her people flowed from her lips without truly thinking. She had offered him peace and instinctively deemed him "Child" as she was unsure of how old he was. Quickly correcting herself and speaking the common tongue, she spoke more slowly as the words translated from her language.
"Erm, greetings. I am not sure what to think of this word...'Neat'. My horns cannot be unkept or messy..." Nirix pondered as she spoke with her new companion. What harm was there in idle prattle? The human could wait for a few minutes and Nirix found nothing wrong in being polite, assassin or not.
"Yes, my horns and pointed ears are real. They are just as real as anything in your human anatomy, they define my people: The Eoclu" She explained, though there was a pause in her words as her lavender eyes fell upon what was definitely not a human.
Stiffening slightly, Nirix observed the non human who had taken a pace beside her. He was short, that much was certain but if it was from youthful age or just lack of growth, Nirix wasn't sure. Age was a very different thing amongst her people and definitely something different amongst the humans. To her they all looked the same and showed any difference until their hair turned white and their skin leathery and wrinkly like that of the ancient and respected elders of her people.
However, the one thing that identified the short male was his scent, that of the people that the humans called: Half Breeds. Nirix had seen his kind before, liberated a few from sickening slavers after she had assassinated their self proclaimed "Masters". It had completely disgusted the Eoclu and she had been more than glad to gift them with all her earns from the previous hit she had done before that one. The smiles on their dirty faces had been more than worth it.
"Atishan Da'len," She smiled as the melodic language of her people flowed from her lips without truly thinking. She had offered him peace and instinctively deemed him "Child" as she was unsure of how old he was. Quickly correcting herself and speaking the common tongue, she spoke more slowly as the words translated from her language.
"Erm, greetings. I am not sure what to think of this word...'Neat'. My horns cannot be unkept or messy..." Nirix pondered as she spoke with her new companion. What harm was there in idle prattle? The human could wait for a few minutes and Nirix found nothing wrong in being polite, assassin or not.
It had an horrible smell, if anybody could even breathe around it. The dense smoke around the fighter carried an horrible odor of burnt rubber and chemicals, a clear indication of oil-derived byproducts being expelled from the innards of the vehicle.
"Was I really expected?" -- He thought, the thing known only as the Mad Ranger, for reasons many still struggle to known why. Jerking a bunch of oil-covered, rusty levers and landing his steel-clad fists into countless switches and plugs, the Ranger, somehow, made the spacecraft burst out a thick stream of more smoke, escaping from the sockets from what appeared to be it's rear thrusters.
Surveying the surrounding vegetation through the spacecraft's jet-black canopy, the Ranger's heart started to pound ferociously, unable to decide whether he should just take-off or storm, guns-blazing outside...
"Was I really expected?" -- He thought, the thing known only as the Mad Ranger, for reasons many still struggle to known why. Jerking a bunch of oil-covered, rusty levers and landing his steel-clad fists into countless switches and plugs, the Ranger, somehow, made the spacecraft burst out a thick stream of more smoke, escaping from the sockets from what appeared to be it's rear thrusters.
Surveying the surrounding vegetation through the spacecraft's jet-black canopy, the Ranger's heart started to pound ferociously, unable to decide whether he should just take-off or storm, guns-blazing outside...
"Master, there is an Eoclu nearby. They have another currently with them." Colin stared a tree deep in thought. "Can you tell who they are Hy any chance?" "They seem to be an assassin, largely regarded as the best assassin in the galaxy." Colin smiled. "This could be interesting. Do you have your cloakin device ready?" The android went invisible. "Good. Wait here." Colin left in the direction Mercury suggest the Eoclu was.
Still a bit scared, Christofer opened his eyes a bit in order to see if someone was there. Usually he would have been able to tell if the sound came from left or right but this time he couldn't. And the strangest thing was: he couldn't even see anyone. Who was talking?
"Andalite-? What is that?" The boy was confused, he had never heard of such thing. Maybe it was some tittle that they use overseas? Maybe? The name sounded foreign too..
He decided to not work his mind over it too much, the other 'person' could find it rude and insulting....
The boy got up, slowly, listening if anyone nearby would be moving.
He got confused over the other person talking and tried to follow the instructions. However, even with his good vision the most he could see was indeed a blue dot, somewhere far in the horizon.
"Ummm... Yes...? I see something blue in the distance... It is very far though..." The boy scuinted his eyes to try and see the dot a bit clearer. "Are you wearing some very Very blue clothes..?"
"Andalite-? What is that?" The boy was confused, he had never heard of such thing. Maybe it was some tittle that they use overseas? Maybe? The name sounded foreign too..
He decided to not work his mind over it too much, the other 'person' could find it rude and insulting....
The boy got up, slowly, listening if anyone nearby would be moving.
He got confused over the other person talking and tried to follow the instructions. However, even with his good vision the most he could see was indeed a blue dot, somewhere far in the horizon.
"Ummm... Yes...? I see something blue in the distance... It is very far though..." The boy scuinted his eyes to try and see the dot a bit clearer. "Are you wearing some very Very blue clothes..?"
The andalite approached the woods some, though he didn't stray too far from the path that held the bench.
<No, I am blue,> he told the creature he was currently speaking to, even from such a distance. <See, andalite fur is blue. Females may be anywhere from blue-violet to pink, but males are blue or dark violet,> he explained, smiling a bit with his main eyes. Not that the other could see it, but it was still a nice gesture. <Andalites are a species of alien, you see. We come from the andalite home world, along with garatrons.>
<No, I am blue,> he told the creature he was currently speaking to, even from such a distance. <See, andalite fur is blue. Females may be anywhere from blue-violet to pink, but males are blue or dark violet,> he explained, smiling a bit with his main eyes. Not that the other could see it, but it was still a nice gesture. <Andalites are a species of alien, you see. We come from the andalite home world, along with garatrons.>
as red lights flash kiara watches as this planet gets closer and closer "no.....OH NO im gonna crash this thing !?
miako: meow ?
kiara grabs her pet and heads for a escape pod while her ship falls into a deep ravine and gets busted up and stuck in rocked edges
"ugh how are we still alive....man the escape pods didn't even work at all....oh no i cant stay hear if the galactic patrol finds me...miako stay with the ship and um eatsome cat food u know were it is there's gotta be some type of person that can give me nanobots or supporter droids or just something to fix this..."
with her self in dirt and rags she sets of to the large city in the distance
"i wonder whats up with all that smoke"
miako: meow ?
kiara grabs her pet and heads for a escape pod while her ship falls into a deep ravine and gets busted up and stuck in rocked edges
"ugh how are we still alive....man the escape pods didn't even work at all....oh no i cant stay hear if the galactic patrol finds me...miako stay with the ship and um eatsome cat food u know were it is there's gotta be some type of person that can give me nanobots or supporter droids or just something to fix this..."
with her self in dirt and rags she sets of to the large city in the distance
"i wonder whats up with all that smoke"
The heap of black scrap that was once an Imperial dropship smoldered in it's crater. Flames sprouted from beneath one side - if there had been any sensitive fuel on board there would have been risk of an explosion, but the hydrogen cells used by Imperial vessels were not explosive.
It sat silently there for a long while, before finally a pressure release panel flung with great force off the side, off into the trees. Agent Kallenger crawled from it alone...followed by her twenty agents. Incredibly, nobody was dead.
The DEU was ready for anything, after all. It was not easy to kill them - though they were merely human, they were humans of the best genes, trained from childhood, trained constantly - it would take more than a crash landing to keep them down.
"Regroup." Kallenger ordered - there was no need to bark her orders when it came to the DEU Agents, certainly not now.
"Regrouped."
"All armed?"
"All armed."
From the pocket of her long, black coat, Kallenger extracted something that looked vaguely like a palm pilot. Or a bulky smartphone with unnecessary curves and a big, greenish screen, with only a couple buttons. An antenna was extended from the top, and the screen began to glow faintly. Then a couple yellow dots of various sizes flickered into existence. "Northbound. Move out." She ordered, whilst bringing up more information about those varying dots.
The signal was beamed from their ship that hung in orbit - it relayed an augmented version of the electromagnetic tracker that was based there. The dropship had a less powerful relay, and this one was weaker still - but the accuracy was still excellent - the primary difference being that more specks would appear as more possible sites of EM disturbance were detected, and it would be up to the user to decide which ones were most likely to be what they were looking for.
There were two that were particularly strong within the immediate vicinity, she noticed, leading her troops in the general direction of the city. One was almost /too/ strong, that one was closer - it was likely something large and metal and hot - logic dictated that it was one of the masses that had gone crashing to the ground only moments before, and neither of them were of particular interest to Kallenger...Though she would pass by them anyway on her way to the second target.
This one was much more promising - it was farther north, just on the border of the city - pulling up the rudimentary satellite view it was likely located in a park. While less of a disturbance, it was also finer - more precise, clearly emanating strongly from a single point. It was likely that anything telepathic would give off similar disturbances to that of their target - though his was more distinct, it could not hurt to check out every possible instance of telepathy they found.
They had not reached the source of the disturbance yet, though sooner or later the troop was going to run into some trouble...
The fox-boy couldn't help but shy away slightly at her reaction - his ears flattened and he shrunk away just a little, giving her an apologetic and also rather perplexed look - though he perked back up in a heartbeat at her expression once she had actually looked at him.
"Ma'falon!" He replied - it might have taken the woman a few moments to realize that, though the pronunciation was poor and the words clearly translated very loosely, it was at least reminiscent of something she might know.
Kete loved to do that - sure, it bordered on the dangerous, risking exposure of his mind - but it was simply too fun to see the look on someone's face when he replied to them in a language he should not have known.
It could easily be passed off however, as hear-say. After all, expressions did get around, and he never did seem to get the words just right.
This was because of the manner in which he was able to pluck the information from the individual's mind without being so invasive as to go digging through their memories. It was the same reason that he always seemed to know what someone was trying to say, even if they were speaking very broken Common. (The Galactic 'standard' language) he could often manage rudimentary translations this way, though the subtleties that came with language were often lost on him. For this reason, while he recognized her words as a greeting, the assumption of youth did not reach him.
She certainly did seem friendly, Kete noted. That's good.
"Hi!" The boy piped in, replying to the woman's Common greeting, perhaps a little too quickly, and not skipping a beat; "Well, they could be dirty." He said, "Or crooked." as if to explain, he flattened one ear as he spoke.
"So, Eoclu huh? Oh yeah, you /do/ have pointy ears too! I hadn't noticed that. What brings you to Historic Earth City?" His thoughts certainly did seem disjointed - if the way he spoke was any indication. "It's a pretty spiffy city, huh? Those magrails are really something!"
It sat silently there for a long while, before finally a pressure release panel flung with great force off the side, off into the trees. Agent Kallenger crawled from it alone...followed by her twenty agents. Incredibly, nobody was dead.
The DEU was ready for anything, after all. It was not easy to kill them - though they were merely human, they were humans of the best genes, trained from childhood, trained constantly - it would take more than a crash landing to keep them down.
"Regroup." Kallenger ordered - there was no need to bark her orders when it came to the DEU Agents, certainly not now.
"Regrouped."
"All armed?"
"All armed."
From the pocket of her long, black coat, Kallenger extracted something that looked vaguely like a palm pilot. Or a bulky smartphone with unnecessary curves and a big, greenish screen, with only a couple buttons. An antenna was extended from the top, and the screen began to glow faintly. Then a couple yellow dots of various sizes flickered into existence. "Northbound. Move out." She ordered, whilst bringing up more information about those varying dots.
The signal was beamed from their ship that hung in orbit - it relayed an augmented version of the electromagnetic tracker that was based there. The dropship had a less powerful relay, and this one was weaker still - but the accuracy was still excellent - the primary difference being that more specks would appear as more possible sites of EM disturbance were detected, and it would be up to the user to decide which ones were most likely to be what they were looking for.
There were two that were particularly strong within the immediate vicinity, she noticed, leading her troops in the general direction of the city. One was almost /too/ strong, that one was closer - it was likely something large and metal and hot - logic dictated that it was one of the masses that had gone crashing to the ground only moments before, and neither of them were of particular interest to Kallenger...Though she would pass by them anyway on her way to the second target.
This one was much more promising - it was farther north, just on the border of the city - pulling up the rudimentary satellite view it was likely located in a park. While less of a disturbance, it was also finer - more precise, clearly emanating strongly from a single point. It was likely that anything telepathic would give off similar disturbances to that of their target - though his was more distinct, it could not hurt to check out every possible instance of telepathy they found.
They had not reached the source of the disturbance yet, though sooner or later the troop was going to run into some trouble...
The fox-boy couldn't help but shy away slightly at her reaction - his ears flattened and he shrunk away just a little, giving her an apologetic and also rather perplexed look - though he perked back up in a heartbeat at her expression once she had actually looked at him.
"Ma'falon!" He replied - it might have taken the woman a few moments to realize that, though the pronunciation was poor and the words clearly translated very loosely, it was at least reminiscent of something she might know.
Kete loved to do that - sure, it bordered on the dangerous, risking exposure of his mind - but it was simply too fun to see the look on someone's face when he replied to them in a language he should not have known.
It could easily be passed off however, as hear-say. After all, expressions did get around, and he never did seem to get the words just right.
This was because of the manner in which he was able to pluck the information from the individual's mind without being so invasive as to go digging through their memories. It was the same reason that he always seemed to know what someone was trying to say, even if they were speaking very broken Common. (The Galactic 'standard' language) he could often manage rudimentary translations this way, though the subtleties that came with language were often lost on him. For this reason, while he recognized her words as a greeting, the assumption of youth did not reach him.
She certainly did seem friendly, Kete noted. That's good.
"Hi!" The boy piped in, replying to the woman's Common greeting, perhaps a little too quickly, and not skipping a beat; "Well, they could be dirty." He said, "Or crooked." as if to explain, he flattened one ear as he spoke.
"So, Eoclu huh? Oh yeah, you /do/ have pointy ears too! I hadn't noticed that. What brings you to Historic Earth City?" His thoughts certainly did seem disjointed - if the way he spoke was any indication. "It's a pretty spiffy city, huh? Those magrails are really something!"
The boy shuddered when he heard the words in his head. His attention was completelly caught By the last sentence that he almost immediately forgot about what the other being that was present had stated earlier
"A-Aliens...?" Suddenly, his body went rather stiff. Most of the things he had heard of aliens were very Very negative. The negative outnumbered the positive ones so greatly that Christofer didn't really even consider that the 'blue beast', some dozen meters before him, wouldn't possibly harm him. He started to back away slowly...
"A-Aliens...?" Suddenly, his body went rather stiff. Most of the things he had heard of aliens were very Very negative. The negative outnumbered the positive ones so greatly that Christofer didn't really even consider that the 'blue beast', some dozen meters before him, wouldn't possibly harm him. He started to back away slowly...
The andalite could sense the unease wafting off of the other, and he sighed gently through his nostril slits. <I am coming to you,> he stated, starting to move through the forest.
<And yes, aliens. However, we andalites mostly protect other species. See, we made a big mistake a long time ago, and are currently paying for it now. We helped another alien species without realizing their potential for harm, and.. well, we have a war on our hands now. But never mind that. I would like to speak with you, face to face.>
<And yes, aliens. However, we andalites mostly protect other species. See, we made a big mistake a long time ago, and are currently paying for it now. We helped another alien species without realizing their potential for harm, and.. well, we have a war on our hands now. But never mind that. I would like to speak with you, face to face.>
A twitch of what appeared to be a smile on her face, graced Nirix's features from the cheery fox half breed in front of her. His butchered pronunciation of her language had in most ways, surprised her but also allowed a small tender spot to develop for him. He was more like a energetic child and yet he had some knowledge of her language and was brave enough to speak it to her without hesitation. A strange boy indeed but Nirix couldn't help but feel like there was something a lot bigger at play with this one.
He was full of questions and yet Nirix felt the need to ask some of her own. His eyes, for instance; one, big blue and the other something unnatural. Red and gold, the colors that painted Nirix's life of spilled blood and money. It had to be some type of synthetic implant but for what reason did he have one? He definitely had the appearance of poor, or forgotten. His clothes, an old, battered brown leather jacket, a plain T shirt and faded old jeans with equally worn looking shoes, left no indication to the observant assassin that he held any money to his name. Then there was-her left ear twitched at the sound-a low growl of an empty stomach. It was not hers, so maybe he was starving then?
"I'm here for a business matter," Nirix blinked, shifted her gaze away from her new companion and upwards towards the nearing building of Maxsoni Towers. It was large, almost like a high impenetrable tower holding secrets on each floor.
"My homeworld has something similar to the Magrails, though only for the nobility of my race." She answered without fail to his questions. Not only was she quick on her feet but she was also quick with keeping up the conversation. But the sudden beeping of her handheld console, drew Nirix's attention before she had anytime to forward their interaction. The wrist watch-like tool on her left arm glowed red, the final indication that her Contact was ready for her to arrive. Smiling at half breed, Nirix offered a small apology before speaking.
"It seems my duty is calling upon me, I must unfortunately cut this discussion to an end." She told him politely with a small bow, an old custom that seemed hard for her to stop. She turned on her heels to leave, Nirix paused in her steps to turn back around to face him.
"You're hungry," She hadn't posed it as a question and it came out more like a curious statement. "If you wait here, I should return and buy you a meal, a small thanks for keeping me company" Nirix offered. An assassin with a soft heart, who would of thought?
He was full of questions and yet Nirix felt the need to ask some of her own. His eyes, for instance; one, big blue and the other something unnatural. Red and gold, the colors that painted Nirix's life of spilled blood and money. It had to be some type of synthetic implant but for what reason did he have one? He definitely had the appearance of poor, or forgotten. His clothes, an old, battered brown leather jacket, a plain T shirt and faded old jeans with equally worn looking shoes, left no indication to the observant assassin that he held any money to his name. Then there was-her left ear twitched at the sound-a low growl of an empty stomach. It was not hers, so maybe he was starving then?
"I'm here for a business matter," Nirix blinked, shifted her gaze away from her new companion and upwards towards the nearing building of Maxsoni Towers. It was large, almost like a high impenetrable tower holding secrets on each floor.
"My homeworld has something similar to the Magrails, though only for the nobility of my race." She answered without fail to his questions. Not only was she quick on her feet but she was also quick with keeping up the conversation. But the sudden beeping of her handheld console, drew Nirix's attention before she had anytime to forward their interaction. The wrist watch-like tool on her left arm glowed red, the final indication that her Contact was ready for her to arrive. Smiling at half breed, Nirix offered a small apology before speaking.
"It seems my duty is calling upon me, I must unfortunately cut this discussion to an end." She told him politely with a small bow, an old custom that seemed hard for her to stop. She turned on her heels to leave, Nirix paused in her steps to turn back around to face him.
"You're hungry," She hadn't posed it as a question and it came out more like a curious statement. "If you wait here, I should return and buy you a meal, a small thanks for keeping me company" Nirix offered. An assassin with a soft heart, who would of thought?
Colin continued walking until he found Ketin and Nirix, he intended to walk past them and find a place to hide but instead sprawled to the floor right between them, thinking outloud. "Oh no... This is bad... Really... Really... REALLY... Bad..."
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