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Post by Rojo on Aug 10, 2009 14:02:29 GMT -5
After a while the figure stops, waiting for the others to come to him. Chuck squints behind Devon.
"Dude...you know that alien I you said you arrived with? I think we found 'em..."
The being before them was...alien to say the least. A head that looked like that of a cross between a dragonfly and a normal housefly and two great compound eyes of a dull red. Long antanae poke out from the top of its head and shiny black mandibles protrude from the sides of the alien's face. Aside from this is it mostly human, with a green exoskeleton carapacy sort of thing. Wearing a maroon jumpsuit save for the feet which have been cut off to reveal two large pointed toes as apposed to the human five. There is what looks like a miniature version of a car headlight attached to the breast of the jumpsuit. The alien tilts its head to the left slightly and inspects the other three, antenae twitching ever so slightly.
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Post by Seven on Aug 12, 2009 8:38:58 GMT -5
Devon does all in his high-born power to not stare at the stranger before them. The Lady seems nonchalant, as if such beings were common occurrence, and therefore, deserved no special startle. Trying to be the dashing chevalier Devon felt himself to be, he bravely stepped out first to speak with what to him could only be a creature. He spoke, despite doubting that they would understand each other anyways. "Hello..." it sounded vaguely like a question. "My name is Devon," he skipped the title. To the very observant, they'd notice that the lad was speaking a little slower than usual--though whether it would be because Devon was attempting to make communication easier or if he was just slightly afraid, it could not be said. "...And these are my friends. Who are you?"
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Post by Rojo on Aug 12, 2009 13:59:45 GMT -5
The creature clicked its mandibles quickly together for a few seconds. Then the little light on its chest lit up and words came out of the little gadget.
"Hello. My name is Yzek Mmrgain D'thalian. It is a pleasure to meet you." The voice sounded like a slightly more humanised version of those narrator's computer's have. Devoid of emotion and alternating between short and long vowels.
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Post by Seven on Aug 15, 2009 12:02:26 GMT -5
"Yzek," Devon does his best to pronounce the name like the machine did. He doesn't want to be taken for rude after all. "The pleasure is mine," he skips back into his old habits. The lady in the background stares blankly, not minding whether it's rude or not. She looks like she's trying to piece something together though.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 16, 2009 8:40:08 GMT -5
Chuck seems to have gone into a state of shock similar to the kind of hyper-shock induced from a 14-year old girl meeting N-sync.
The creature itself, Yzek, bows slightly. He looks at Devon for a while then starts to stare at the girl, his large eyes dwarfing the girl's own. He clicks a few times.
"Your companion appears to be staring at me," the little translator announced in it's boring little voice.
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Post by Seven on Aug 21, 2009 22:03:14 GMT -5
The woman blinks, but doesn't seem to be particularly taken aback by having her rudeness pointed out. "My apologies," she says blandly, "but I thought you looked familiar. But, I was entirely wrong. I don't know you, or anything like you."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 22, 2009 7:19:05 GMT -5
Clickclickclick...clickclick...click...clickclickclick...
"I'm not suprised," the translator began "my species come from a very faraway planet. We're not actually on official government records. There aren't enough of us to count as a race."
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Post by Seven on Aug 23, 2009 19:57:42 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Devon says apologetically, though in all essence, he's not sure how to comment on such a line of discussion. "I take it....ehem, excuse me, never mind," Devon changes his mind at last minute.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 24, 2009 8:18:09 GMT -5
Clickclickclick........click
"Well, yes....do you know exactly know where we are?" the translator asked.
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Post by Seven on Aug 24, 2009 15:09:48 GMT -5
The lady shrugged. "You don't know either?" she asked in response.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 25, 2009 1:33:56 GMT -5
The alien shook his head. He appeared to be staring at the girl now, as apposed to her staring at him earlier. He cocked his head to the side like a small yappy dog, confused by her in someway.
Chuck is still in a euphoric 'Star-Wars-Nerd-meeting-George-Lucas' (Even though he's stupid now) state.
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Post by Seven on Aug 25, 2009 13:51:15 GMT -5
"Now you're staring," the lady said with a detached sigh. Devon looks worried for Chuck's sake, wondering what's wrong with the poor fellow.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 25, 2009 14:37:16 GMT -5
The alien doesn't respond at first, then he begins his process of clicking that passes for speech.
"Well, it's just, nice to see a normally proportioned female human for once..." the translator said. ((Yeah, guess which site this guy's from? *Rolls eyes*))
The biker's eyes seem to have glossed over and he looks akin to a human child in a glucose-based edible procuring establishment.
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Post by Seven on Aug 25, 2009 14:42:43 GMT -5
The woman blinks. "I don't know ever what you mean."
"You mean, you have humans where you're from," Devon quickly cuts in to ask. "What do they look like then?" He also adds in, since the alien mentioned 'normally proportioned.'
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Post by Rojo on Aug 25, 2009 14:53:24 GMT -5
The alien seems taken aback at being bombarded with two questions at once. He begins to click away, making gestures and pausing.
"Well...I am- was, sorry -a 3rd Technician on board the SS Spirit. We were a pirate vessel and among our crew were a few humans. It wasn't exactly that they were different to you two here, but they were more...well...padded. We are- were, sorry -quite a sucessful vessel, meaning most of the time we got to sit in our big comfy chairs and eat pastries. Well, that's what the captain enjoyed doing..."
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