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Post by Neon on Jul 11, 2009 21:10:06 GMT -5
x3 Can I kick Zhane's butt? I bet I can have one of my giants do it *flails* ^^ Go ahead, but be careful. XD You'll probably really want to beat him up for something he does later.
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Post by natalie on Jul 12, 2009 0:58:16 GMT -5
Awesome update!! I LIKE THIS A LOT!!
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Post by Neon on Jul 16, 2009 8:31:07 GMT -5
Ian looked around at all of the giants standing around them to gauge their responses to Lydia’s statement. The three in normal uniforms raised their eyebrows in surprise, but didn’t seem all that affected by the choice. The general, however, looked about as grumpy about it as Melody did. Reniven, Ian noticed, smiled like he seemed prone to do.
“Ah,” the giant captain said, clasping his hands together lightly. “Well, that’s convenient.” He waved the three crewmen to follow as he knelt back down again. “Alright, looks like you can all go in groups of two, with one group of three, unless the general would like to help ...”
Zhane scoffed. “I doubt that,” he answered haughtily, staring condescendingly down at the humans and at the captain, though Reniven couldn’t see that. Ian thought that guy had some clear superiority issues.
The three other crewmen knelt cautiously around the humans, hesitantly moving closer. Their faces were all a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as if afraid the Angelwing crew really were dangerous creatures. Ian smirked to himself at the thought.
Reniven started to reach out casually, seeming to aim for Darius. However, Darius yelled, “Back off, sir!” and stepped protectively in front of Jenny, who’d squeaked lightly in surprise. Reniven grinned, amused by this, but did draw his hand back.
“Apologies, young sir,” Reniven answered, then lowering both hands to the floor, palm-up. Ian watched as, after sharing a collective unsure look, the other crewmen copied.
Slowly, hesitantly, Ian and the crew stepped forward to divide into groups. Darius purposely led Jenny to the hands of the alien crewman to Reniven’s right, one of the guards. Grudgingly, he helped her onto the giant palm before joining her. Max and Joy, hand in hand, stepped onto Reniven’s hands. Lydia chose the one that had come in with the general, stepping lightly onto his palm. Melody, seeing that Ian and his family were going to be a group, joined Lydia, though she didn’t look at her captain. Ian sent her a concerned look before turning to follow his mother and brother. They mounted the other guard’s hands, Jerrin sending a smile up to him. Ian remembered that Jerrin had been caught waving out one of the Atrium windows, probably at this very alien.
When Ian was about to join them in the giant’s cupped hands, he was surprised to hear the General say, “I will help, actually.” When everyone, human and alien alike, looked up at him curiously, he continued. “Wouldn’t want one of them to get overcrowded and fall over the side.” He looked at Ian oddly. As if in response, Ian took a few steps away from the alien in front of him. He stayed there on the ground as the rest of the crew were lifted carefully in the giants’ hands. He caught Lydia’s gaze as she watched him fall away from her. He sent her a casual peace sign.
“Well, if you insist,” Reniven said to the general, his eyebrows raised in surprise. His hands were cupped gently, in attempt to form a safe space for Max and Joy as they rode astride his palms. “Remember to be careful,” he said to them all before turning to lead them out the door. They all formed a sort of procession, lingering just outside the door to wait for Zhane to get Ian and follow.
Ian tried to smile as the perpetually-angry giant alien knelt towards him. Figures, he’d have to go with the grump. He visibly flinched when, instead of offering his palm like the others, Zhane reached out toward him. Ian resisted the urge to bold even as the man’s hand wrapped around him quickly and picked him off the ground as if he were as light as a blade of grass. Ian struggled lightly with discomfort as he was held firmly, his arms pinned at his sides. He calculated from this new, extremely close view that he and his fellow humans would be around five, maybe six inches when compared to the aliens’ scale of things.
“Ah ...” Ian murmured weakly as the giant stood quickly, still holding him firmly in his calloused hand. The ground fell away at an alarming rate. Ian froze, stopping his vain struggles. The only escape now was a deadly drop.
Before turning to follow the other aliens that waited, Zhane turned his hand and opened it so Ian lay on his palm. Ian shifted so he wouldn’t hang over the edge on either side, but stayed sitting. He gasped as the general turned around sharply, sending a quick wind through his hair. Soon they were all leaving the room, tromping through the hall. The giant aliens were, for the most part, very careful of their human cargo. Ian somewhat regretted agreeing to go alone.
The paths they took through the huge hallways were full of twists and turns. Ian almost lost track of where they were going, and he was used to following directions in his head like this. He stayed focused, though, determined to remember the way back to the ship in case he needed that information. They didn’t pass many other giants for a time, but soon enough they were passing through more heavily-used hallways. Ian noticed as other crew members and some passengers would point directly at the hands of one of their little caravan, then would say something to their colleagues. However, no one seemed inclined to follow or ask any questions. Ian glanced up at the scowling face of Zhane and didn’t need to guess why.
Finally, Ian noticed that they were in a more secluded hall and the only aliens they passed now wore white, seemingly the universal color for medical. Reniven led the group carrying the humans into one of the rooms, and Ian saw that, of course, it was a typical laboratory. The room was all white metal and plastic accented with blue chrome. A number of storage hoods lined the far wall, the left wall was covered with a countertop, sink, and cabinets, and the right wall was one single workbench adorned with microscopes, papers, test tubes, and more. A number of tables were arranged around the middle of the room, with various equipment and computers occupying each surface. Three aliens in white uniforms with the familiar red stripes down the sides were in the room; two at one of the tables, and the third at a microscope at the right. It was the two in the middle of the room that Reniven approached.
“Hello, Dr. Koya,” Ian heard the captain say. His view was blocked at the moment, though, by the alien that he remembered held his mother and brother. Ian could only listen, as the general stood back almost boredly. Reniven continued. “We have with us the creatures from the alien ship we reeled in.”
“All of them?” came a deep, quiet voice.
“Yes, all of the crew and passengers obliged to come out and meet us.” Reniven answered. Then, turning his head and jerking it towards the table, he led the others to come forward. The crewmen and Zhane walked up to the table and lowered their hands to the surface. The others were able to lightly step off of the hands of those who’d carried them, but Ian was unceremoniously tipped onto the white plastic surface of the table. They all slowly converged to form a closer group.
“All of you go and wash your hands right away,” the deep voice spoke up again, addressing the giants. Ian looked up to see that one of the aliens that stood at the table peered down at the humans with avid interest. His skin was so pale it was almost difficult to see the blue tint. His hair was a washed-out lemon yellow, and his eyes were a similar color. He was very thin compared to the rest of them; his cheeks were rather gaunt.
As Reniven, Zhane, and the three crewmen walked to the sink at the left to wash their hands as instructed, Dr. Koya reached into a pocket of his uniform and removed two gloves, which he snapped on. He looked to the person standing at his side to indicate they do the same.
Ian realized, along with the others in their little group, that this was the first female they’d seen of whatever species the giant aliens were. She had a similar skin tone to the rest of them, pale with blue tint to it. Her hair, while quite a bit longer, was a bright orange, a contrast that seemed to go along with that of the others. Her eyes, though slanted a bit more than the males’, were an equally fierce hue of bright pink. However, she was set apart by the fact that she stood barely even with the shoulders of the males in the room and the fact that she looked incredibly frail in comparison. Also, growing right out of her head through her hair were two thin, feathery appendages, almost like a moth’s antennae. Finally, Ian noticed a slight ridge on the side of each of her wrists, just below the thumbs.
They didn’t have much time to speculate on the aliens’ dimorphism, though, as Dr. Koya leaned over the table, placing his gloved hands on it. “Well,” he began, “come a bit closer, please. I need to get you all checked for disease—“
Darius interrupted. “Yeah, yeah, we know the drill.” He started to lead the way, cautiously at first, across the table closer to the doctor. Melody was the last to follow. ~~~~~ (c) Neon
And here we have another instance of Reniven teasing Darius. Their relationship is kind of funny to me. *shrug* Dr. Koya is a neat guy, don't worry. >.< And Zhane ... is not a neat guy. :C
And we have our first alien giantess. She'll be given a name .... at a later time (heh ... lazy author syndrome).
Please enjoy.
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Post by natalie on Jul 16, 2009 13:57:59 GMT -5
Whoa, really awesome update!! Very intese.
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 16, 2009 16:01:37 GMT -5
^^!!!!
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 16, 2009 16:02:20 GMT -5
o.o Oh my...here we go!
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Post by Neon on Jul 21, 2009 23:09:38 GMT -5
(Serious business, guys, I can't find my flash drive with the most recently updated version of this story's file ... I found a backup on my comp, though, luckily, so not all is lost. ;^; )
~~~~~ Joy felt a bit like her legs were made of jelly. She’d done alright when that giant captain had been carrying her and Max. But now she felt unsteady. Perhaps the situation was starting to wear on her. Even so, she followed her husband as he walked forward on the huge table. They all made slow progress, but it took less than a minute for them to cover much of the distance of the tabletop. They stopped about ten feet from the edge. By the time they reached it, Reniven, Zhane, and the others had returned from washing their hands; Reniven and the two that had guarded the ship before stood at the opposite side, watching curiously, but Zhane led the other out of the room briskly.
The doctor had stayed still and silent as they’d moved. When their group was closer, he narrowed his eyes and seemed to be appraising them. Joy noticed Leona looking to her sides to make sure her sons were still nearby. Jenny inched closer to Darius shyly, though both of them were in the lead. Lydia and Melody had separated quickly after being released, and now remained lone-wolf. Max and Joy stood second-closest to the two giant alien doctors, just behind and to the right of Darius.
Koya turned his head slightly, never taking his eyes off of the humans. In a murmur, he spoke to the female, whose gaze flicked away from them and up to the male. “Nine subjects, Cylianoid, mammalian, I suspect. Start up a report on that computer there.” The female doctor nodded once and shifted over to the huge computer that occupied the left side of the table, maybe forty feet away from where the humans stood.
Joy didn’t have time to admire what circuitry was visible in the computer before Koya shifted again. He removed his gloved hands from the surface of the table, and at the same time bent over slightly to get a better view of them all. Joy heard Jenny gasp quietly at the movement. Darius ruffled her hair briefly.
As the doctor observed them briefly, he’d occasionally send a muttered word or two at the female, who’d type it into the computer. The keystrokes were like distant gunshots and each sent a small pulse vibrating through the table that Joy could feel through her technician’s boots. This went on for only a few minutes, though, before Darius was clearly impatient. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot lightly.
“Relájate, Darius,” Joy whispered to him warningly. She worried his usual bluntness would get them in trouble. She didn’t know it had once already.
Koya heard her, despite the whisper, and raised his eyebrows. He looked at Reniven. “Do they not have translators, Captain?” he asked. The woman at the computer had a hand hovering over the keys, waiting for the answer to that one.
Some of the human crew turned their heads to look back at Reniven as he chuckled. “I think they do,” he answered, “But they’ve got them configured for only one of their species’ languages, from my understanding.”
Melody hadn’t looked back, just kept looking straight forward. She couldn’t seem to resist explaining, though. “I configured our translators that way,” she called out, drawing all attention to her for a few seconds. Koya watched her for a long time, nodding once. The female at the computer entered the information in her report.
Koya stood back up straight again, looking them all over once again. “Well, I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible. Tell me, is one of you medically trained?”
Leona nodded and answered. “I am our senior medical officer, Doctor.” Then, indicating the field kit she carried over her shoulder, “I have some supplies from our ship if they can be of help.”
Koya smiled faintly, for the first time. Joy thought it made him seem like a much less intimidating person. “Of course. That will make things far easier, actually.” He looked back at the main group as a whole, as if searching. He met Darius’s gaze. “Are you the captain?” He most likely asked because Darius had led them all across the table.
Darius shook his head. Joy thought he seemed a bit smug for a small moment. Still, he turned his head to look at Lydia, who was making her way forward. She stopped next to him and Jenny, on the opposite side Max and Joy stood. When she’d been about halfway there, Darius had replied with, “She’s the captain.”
Both Dr. Koya and the still-nameless female looked absolutely surprised at that. The female stared in some new amazement at them as a whole after that. She continued to enter her report, but her glances towards the humans, Joy noticed, were far more frequent.
“Ah, well, I’m sorry then,” Koya recovered. He addressed Lydia. “I have permission to take a few tests on your crew?” he asked politely.
Lydia paused. “What kind of tests do you plan to do?” she finally asked. Joy smiled in her direction, though she didn’t see. It was possibly one of the best questions she could have asked.
Koya thought for a moment. “Well, a blood test, obviously. Your medical officer can help with that. Other than that, I need basic measurements and information to fill out the report. You are an unknown species around here, it’d be wonderful if I could learn a bit more about you.”
Lydia was quiet for a moment, whether reflecting on that or just stalling for time no one could tell. Then, she nodded slowly up to Koya.
The doctor seemed pleased. He tapped his gloved fingers together lightly in the air above them. “Alright. Now, I suppose first things first, I need to get your names, ages, anything else to identify you by. Any volunteers?”
Joy smirked as Max spoke up, cutting off the chance for a silence in which they all hesitated. “I volunteer, Doctor.”
~~~~~ Ian waited his turn as everyone gave their names and ages. He noticed that the female at the computer paused each and every time before entering the numbers of each human’s age. He realized with a start why it was a reason to hesitate. They were measuring in Earth years, and Earth wasn’t anywhere around here.
He waited until he was the last one to speak. “I am Ian Lakes, Leona’s son,” he gestured to Leona, and Koya nodded; she’d already introduced herself. “I’m sixteen years old. But, listen—our years might be measured different from yours. We go by cycles of our home planet around our sun—“
Koya nodded. “We thought so. But, do go on, sorry.”
Ian smirked. “No problem. It orbits at an approximate speed of 65,000 miles per hour, and the orbiting distance is ... around 93-point-two million miles.” The numbers were of course ingrained in his memory. He only hoped the translators could do the job of conveying the proper units to something they’d understand. He did realize, though, that a mile to him was probably a few strides to one of these guys.
As the female entered that information into the computer, they all heard her speak for the first time. “That’s a bit similar to the local galactic standard year,” she commented. Her voice was, of course, higher in pitch than the males’, and it also carried a smoother cadence, almost like a lullaby. Ian wondered vaguely if they were all like that or just this one.
Koya seemed pleased by that. “Well, good, so our approximations won’t be far off.” He looked back down at Ian. “You have an impressive capacity for numbers, don’t you?”
Ian grinned. “Yeah,” he answered simply. No use being humble or lying about it—he was good at it.
That got a chuckle from the few giants in the room, and a couple of Ian’s fellow humans. After that, though, Koya was right to business. “Alright, Ms. Leona, if you could please take a blood sample from each of the crew ...”
~~~~~ Jenny shyly waited her turn as Leona went to each of the crew. She didn’t even like getting her regular medication very well, so the idea of getting blood taken was making her a little nervous. Still, she was glad it was that making her nervous and not the giants anymore. It had almost been fun to be carried in the guard’s hands. Darius had been sour about it the whole way, of course, but Jenny had been more optimistic. Even now, the giants standing around the table were watching them all with interest; Jenny had caught the eyes of the woman alien at the computer and smiled. She was glad to see her smile back.
Leona thankfully had enough syringes and needles for them all, and then some. Jenny watched as she gently prepared everyone. She tied a strip of rubber around their upper arms, and when all was ready removed the tie and drew blood into the syringes with the needle. Each of them snapped safely into a container she kept in her bag. Jenny admired Leona; she wanted to learn her job and help her when she was old enough. She was so sweet to everyone, and Jenny knew that no one was nervous about an injury if they knew Leona was going to help fix it.
Darius didn’t watch as Leona took his blood. Afterwards, he rubbed the spot in the crook of his arm absently. It was now Jenny’s turn. Leona smiled and knelt down to her level. “Ready, dear?”
Jenny nodded. Then, in a whisper, she leaned forward and asked Leona, “Will they be mad if they find my lung sickness?” Darius seemed to shuffle over slightly upon hearing her whisper, placing himself between Jenny and the doctor.
Leona paused. Then, with a shake of her head, she answered, “I don’t think so. I’ll explain that it’s not contagious, just a part of you.” She smiled and Jenny couldn’t help but be comforted. She thought these aliens were nice; they didn’t seem like the kind to be mad if she had a lung disease.
With the small amount of blood from each person fixed into her container, Leona strode closer to Dr. Koya. “Well, sir, I have all of the samples.”
Koya nodded. “You are a very efficient worker, Ms. Leona. Half of my assistants couldn’t take blood so quickly without hurting the patient.”
Leona smiled good-naturedly, glad for the compliment. “Thank you, Doctor. Now, I should let you know that the little one there,” she pointed at Jenny, who smiled and waved shyly up at Koya from around Darius, who still stood protectively between them. “She has a hereditary lung disease, but it’s not communicable. I can promise that it is not a danger to anyone here.”
Koya observed Jenny for a moment. “Well, she seems fine, I don’t see why we should worry. We’ll see, won’t we?” Then, he held up his index finger and said, “One moment,” before turning away from the table and walking briskly away. They all watched as he headed to the cabinets at the left. After retrieving what he needed, he returned to their table. He placed a few instruments on the table next to the computer, but held on to one of them. “This is where I need you to put the samples,” he explained as they all looked at it quizzically. Jenny thought it looked like a car-sized cell phone. It had a few buttons, and a square shaped screen of sorts. Koya pulled a cord from one end and reeled it over to connect to a port on the computer.
Setting it down a few feet in front of Leona, Koya said, “When I tell you, please empty one sample at a time and tell me whose it is.” Leona approached the machine and held the container with the syringes at ready. Jenny noticed that most of their group was edging forward curiously to get a better look at the machine. Soon she and Darius were actually towards the back of the group, just ahead of the still-angry Melody.
Leona watched Koya for his signal to start. He smiled faintly and nodded when the computer emitted a few beeps in recognition of whatever the machine was. “Just empty the sample onto the screen there.”
“Of course, Doctor,” Leona answered, a very professional tone to her voice. She unclipped one of the samples. “This is Lydia’s blood sample,” she announced, also pointing at Lydia, who stood nearest her and the machine. She then proceeded to empty the sample onto the screen, which suddenly glowed faintly. “Wow,” Leona muttered as the machine seemed to read a number of things from the comparably tiny sample with ease. She flinched slightly when Koya reached to the machine to tap a few of its buttons.
Koya went to stand next to the woman at the computer as whatever readings the machine was taking came through. “Ah, well, Miss Lydia, I’m glad to say you’re in quite good health. Can’t say for sure on everything, but I don’t think you’ll be a medical threat.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Lydia answered. Jenny figured she was thinking that she already knew that she was healthy. Everyone in the crew was healthy; not even a common cold.
Dr. Koya returned to the sample-reading machine. Taking a cloth from a dispenser that seemed to be fixed below the edge of the table, he wiped the screen clean; the cloth was damp with some sort of sanitation treatment. “Okay, next sample, please.” ~~~~~ (c) Neon
I like Dr. Koya. He's a cool guy, it's fun to write his generally polite nature. "Cylianoid" = "Humanoid" Ian, being a math nerd. And being all cool about it. I will be honest, I'd be a lot more popular if being a math nerd was cool in real life. ._.;
(Y, ¿cómo es mi español? Yo sé q' lo es básico ... )
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Post by natalie on Jul 21, 2009 23:21:14 GMT -5
Another awesome update. I like Dr. Koya too!!
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 22, 2009 1:12:15 GMT -5
T^T!! Needles!!
Good chapter! ^w^!!
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Post by Amayasama on Jul 22, 2009 14:51:50 GMT -5
D: Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm a little worried about Jenny....;^; And your flash drive D: Oh noes! When was the last time you saw it?
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Post by Neon on Jul 22, 2009 22:11:02 GMT -5
@ Natalie: Thankies. :3
@ Giantblackcat: Don't worry, no needles for you.
@ Amayasama: I think I know where the flash drive is. I'm just not there to actually get it, y'know? XP I'll find it, though.
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Post by giantblackcat on Jul 23, 2009 0:47:59 GMT -5
@ Natalie: Thankies. :3 @ Giantblackcat: Don't worry, no needles for you. @ Amayasama: I think I know where the flash drive is. I'm just not there to actually get it, y'know? XP I'll find it, though. ^w^!! Thanks! XD!! And you can call me Yoyo!!
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Post by Neon on Aug 2, 2009 1:14:38 GMT -5
(Yoyo it is.) ~~~~~ Max marveled at the quickness of the machine before him. He wondered whether they had other simply-constructed devices like this. It was an ingenious idea, and, though Max didn’t have a lot of experience with circuitry and smaller machinery, he knew this was well-made. It made him wonder how their engines and other larger machines were constructed. Soon, all of the blood samples had been run through the computer’s sensors. Occasionally, Koya would mutter annotations to the woman at the computer to add to each file. When they were all taken, Koya ordered an extra final scan by the computer. After the few seconds that took, he looked directly at Reniven, who’d been waiting all this time at the other side of the table. “They are all clean of anything that could be spread to anyone on the ship; they show signs of immunity to a few diseases, too, one of which is almost exactly like a common one experienced in these parts. In short, I give them all a clean bill of health.” Max smiled at that. He was worried that perhaps a lingering cold in one of them would put the aliens all up in arms. Reniven clapped his hands together, eliciting a flinch from a few in the human group. “That’s just wonderful. I was hoping we’d have no need to quarantine. I have a feeling they wouldn’t like that.” He looked down at them and winked. Darius scoffed and shook his head. Max raised his eyebrows to hear Melody utter a few choice words she probably wouldn’t dare say to the giant captain’s face. Max was getting a bit annoyed by her sour attitude. “Alright, next,” Koya began, but paused for them all to turn back and face him. “You need to be measured. Just for our databases, understand. It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise.” He replaced the blood-reading machine in the pile of instruments next to the computer, also removing its cord from the port. He took two new instruments and set them before the group of humans. One of them, Max could easily tell, was a simple ruler-like object to measure their heights. The other was similar to the blood-reading machine, though it was a bit larger, its screen was circular, and it had no buttons on it. Max guessed it was to measure mass. Koya held up the ruler. “Okay, one at a time, I’d appreciate if you all stepped forward and stood still so I can get your height. Stand up straight, if possible. Then, when I tell you, step onto the scale,” he indicated the circular screen on the new machine. “It will actually send its readings wirelessly, conveniently enough.” Max saw in most everyone’s faces that they were hesitant. Leona was the first to step forward, probably used to being in close proximity by now. She giggled nervously to stand on the scale; she eyed her figure, which was noticeably rounder than that of anyone else in the room. After her, Jerrin was measured, and then Lydia. Darius followed, and then helped Jenny onto the scale. Ian was next. When Max stepped forward, Koya smiled and commented, “You’re no doubt the tallest, aren’t you?” Max smirked and nodded. “Oui, monsieur.” Koya raised his eyebrows in some surprise as the words were not translated, though he got the meaning. The woman at the computer typed in a note about that fact. Seemed they were keeping a tab on who spoke in untranslated languages. ~~~~~ Melody was the last to come forward and be measured. With a sigh, she waited anxiously as the doctor took her height measurement. She then stepped onto the scale and waited until it had done its job. She stepped off of it quickly. Her general anger at the situation was waning, finally. But she still thought it could be different. She didn’t know how, exactly, but it could. And, though she did feel a bit bad about it, she was projecting her blame on Lydia. She was brought out of her thoughts, though, when Koya spoke to her. “So, um, Miss Melody,” he started. She turned to look up at him with some surprise at being addressed. “Forgive me if I’m being rude, but, tell me. Why is your skin so much darker than that of your fellows here?” Melody raised her eyebrows. She had sort of gotten used to no one noticing her significantly darker skin tone. “Oh, well,” she replied, “It’s just how I was born,” she answered. “Humans come in a bunch of different shades, I guess,” she finished lamely. She turned her head to look at Joy for a moment, whose skin was the bronze of a Latina, but not near as dark as Melody’s. Koya nodded. “I see. That is the same for us—Cyli, I mean. None of us differ by as much as you do, though.” Melody guessed that “cyli” was the name this species had for themselves. It was the first time it had been mentioned, so Melody made sure to make a mental note of it. “Well,” she answered. “I guess you’ll just have to make a note of that.” She then fell into reflective silence. She realized that, while she was one of the only nine humans in whatever region of the universe this was, she was the only one of her race. It was very humbling. Melody was cut short in her thoughts when the giant captain, Reniven, spoke. “Well, little humans,” he started. He beamed down at them all when they all turned to face him. “That’s all that needed to happen for now. It’ll be a little while until I can send in Koya’s medical report and then get further orders.” “That’s good,” Lydia started to answer. “Perhaps we can return to the ship while we wait?” Reniven raised an eyebrow. Then, shaking a finger at her almost scoldingly, he answered, “That’s not a good idea. We know your ship is capable of Portal Jumps, can’t risk that.” Lydia frowned. Melody found herself back on her captain’s side. “Are you saying we can’t even stay on our own ship while we’re stuck with you guys for however long it turns out?” Reniven clucked his tongue and shook his head, as if talking to a stubborn child. “I’d lose my job if you were to disappear. And so would everyone who’s seen you so far.” Melody shook her head. “So, what, are we going into your lab rat cages, after all?” she snapped. Reniven paused to think. Melody wished she hadn’t spoken, because he looked like he thought that was a good idea. Then, he had an answer. “We’ll have some sort of accommodation prepared for you. I suppose some of you could stay on the ship ... specifically the ones who don’t know how to operate it ...” Darius stepped forward at that. “Are you kidding? That’s four of us. And the kids can’t just stay on the ship without their families with them.” Reniven shrugged. “My hands are tied, Darius.” “Like hell they are!” Melody retorted. Reniven frowned. “I’m sorry to have upset you, I thought it was made clear before that you would all be detained here ...” He looked at Darius and Lydia in turn, pointedly. Lydia frowned and shook her head, but it was Darius who answered. “You said we’d be detained, you never said we couldn’t be detained in our ship, Reniven.” Melody saw that he was straining somewhat, probably to avoid a vulgar outburst at the giant captain. “If I may interject,” came Koya’s voice from behind them. Melody turned her head to look at him, as did most everyone else, though he was looking at Reniven. “There are plenty of unused rooms in the medical wing. One could be arranged for them to stay in, and that way we would know where they were, and no ... confinement need be used.” Melody cocked an eyebrow slightly. So far as she could tell, this was the first time one of the Cyli had stood up for the humans, in some way. “That’s a great idea,” Reniven admitted, nodding. “We can do that. Their ship can be stored there, with a guard to make sure no funny business occurs, of course,” he smirked down at the humans, who remained silent. “I suppose you should be allowed to enter the ship every once in a while, for necessary supplies.” Melody huffed with frustration, but didn’t say anything else. The rest of the humans remained quiet, too, though most of them were either annoyed or sad-looking. Lydia looked like she was going to say something, but, with a sigh, she shook her head, giving in on the argument. ~~~~~ (c) Neon Oh noes. Medical wings don't generally make great living quarters. But what can you do? H'okay. The aliens now have a name! Cyli. Woohoo. But, yes, there's a bit of a pinch on the humans now. How will our brave crew do?
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Post by natalie on Aug 2, 2009 1:33:36 GMT -5
I like it that Dr Koya, stood up for the humans, he is cool, I like Melody's spunk really great interaction!!
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Post by giantblackcat on Aug 2, 2009 7:45:02 GMT -5
o0o!! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!! XD!!
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Post by LightHeart on Aug 2, 2009 11:43:10 GMT -5
Aw,Don't worry Melody. I'm black too...Hooray for dark skinned peoples!
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Post by Amayasama on Aug 2, 2009 19:30:30 GMT -5
^^; Oh dear...guards even? That's not so nice to your guests Rev xD I wonder if he'll be stopping by often, he seems attached to the little ones!
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Post by Neon on Aug 8, 2009 20:45:03 GMT -5
I like it that Dr Koya, stood up for the humans, he is cool, I like Melody's spunk really great interaction!! Yes, Koya is the awesome. He's a fun character to plan events for, too. o0o!! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!! XD!! O.O Thankies Aw,Don't worry Melody. I'm black too...Hooray for dark skinned peoples! Melody: ...Oh. Yeah, hooray. :J ^^; Oh dear...guards even? That's not so nice to your guests Rev xD I wonder if he'll be stopping by often, he seems attached to the little ones! Reniven: =D I have a nickname! *o* ((Another update to come soon, hopefully...))
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Post by Neon on Aug 11, 2009 16:13:41 GMT -5
Er. This story is really digging its heels in the ground at the point I'm at now. But I still want to continue and I even have tons of ideas. But ... when I sit down to actually type them ... *poof*
*shrug* I also kind of want to draw some of the characters, for kicks and giggles. Anyone have a preference of any one character? ._. Maybe drawing someone would make me think hard enough about the story to get over my block.
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Post by natalie on Aug 11, 2009 16:37:15 GMT -5
Er. This story is really digging its heels in the ground at the point I'm at now. But I still want to continue and I even have tons of ideas. But ... when I sit down to actually type them ... *poof* *shrug* I also kind of want to draw some of the characters, for kicks and giggles. Anyone have a preference of any one character? ._. Maybe drawing someone would make me think hard enough about the story to get over my block. How about Koya, please?
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