If one were lucky enough to stand and watch the spectacle nearby, one might see the light around the ripples began to warp and change, from sky's light blue, to the silhouette of a large, sharp blackened shape. The size being that of at least 2 or 3 semi trucks stacked ontop of one another. Double metallic sails standing tall stood adjacent to one another, attached and holding in the center of them a glossy and curved body, coated entirely in a shade of molten black cherry pearlesant, that of which shimmered erratically without reason, across the mid day sky. The ship made no noise as it fell, apart from the whistle of wind rushing against its's rippling frame as it descended into a free fall. The ship's nose eventually heading face first into the red waiting land below.
The impact itself sent a jolt across the air nearby, knocking a few lone cactus off their roots as well as a couple of unsuspecting lizards an unsafe distance into the air. The sound of the impact arrived a moment delayed after the initial jolt and while the crash echoed through the surrounding area, one might take note at how quiet the initial impact appeared to be- as if muffled on purpose by some outer force, or as if perhaps, the crash was not intended to be noticed (and most certainly not by anyone who would wish to call for the unnecessary aid of any law and authority figures).
What was left of the once pristine rocky landscape in the ship's wake was a long tube of broken rocky desert, dug deep into the ground following a path up to the smoking ship's halted frame. The ship, a foreign intruder in this otherwise peaceful land, glistened a deep and unnatural black sheen admist the disturbed desert as dust settled causiously in the air.
It was however, still an otherwise usual day on Earth.
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The small blue house with faded paint stood out all alone. With no neighbors to be seen and closest building to them was a general store and church being 40 or so minutes away. The land was dry and unforgiving it seemed on this smoldering day. All of the owners land being marked off by three wires stacked inches apart vertically held into place by stakes. The barn in the back of the property had a proper wooden fence though like the barn itself the fence seemed uncared for and forgotten. However, one thing seemed to thrive, a small glass house held several shades of greens and different colors. None of that really mattered on this usual day though did it?
Rudy was in his room, it being a qeeks wet dream really. With his video game posters hung messily on the walls. His beanbag chair sat directly in front of the box TV and NES system where he was currently trying to kill a boss. The room floor was covered in cloths and even crumbled up blue graf papers. On his desk was a taken apart computer and it's manual beside it opened to a page with a highlighted part seeming something that he was having trouble with.
Though as the heat raged on in waves Rudy had his AC and fan both blowing on him. He was still sweating even sitting shirtless and in his boxers. The red head was hyper fixed on his game. His tongue even stuck out to the side as he leaned in. Seconds from killing the boss then- the power flashed and his system and TV turned off and on again. Rudy gasped and threw his control in frustration.
"Rudy?" A woman called from down stairs. Making Rudy let out a tired sigh. He was quick to put tan shorts on and a colorful yellow shirt with red sleeves and blue hem to it. Rudy unplugged his fan and carried it down the stairs. "Yeah Gamgam, your wheel of fortune will come back. We were just using too much power." He explained now as he approached the elderly woman. She sat up looking confused as she held the remote.
"It's hot.. I feel like I am melting." She expressed as Rudy pointed the fan at her and plugged it in. Now giving this woman three fans on her. Rudy took the remote gently and turned it back on to her favorite show.
"I'll get you some nice cold tea." He told her gently as he kissed her hand and turned to do just that. Rudy pulled the pitcher out of the fridge and began to fill a glass when he turned to see the TV. It was messing up wildly with the single cutting in and out and scratching. The picture was being moved in several different ways. "...I'll go check on the satellite Gram. You just stay cool." Rudy told her as he offered her the cup and walked outside. The light was blinding the moment he stepped out. He slipped on his orange crocs because that's something he would wear with confidence and went to get the ladder.
As Rudy was digging in the shed and climbing on the roof when he then looked over and saw this... thing fall. The sound was loud but maybe it was lighter than it appeared? That was all his simple human brain could comprehend with how surprisingly quiet it was. Rudy stood on the roof for a long moment with his jaw slacked.
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Rogue was having an unusual day. Unusual for him, anyway.
Forgetting to pack the extra tank of particle fuel before embarking was one thing; but leaving the fucking tank cap OPEN while initiating hyper drive into uncharted space was an entirely other matter!
Yes, Rogue was having an off day, if by 'off' you mean completely brain dead; but no matter, he'd been in worse situations than this, albiet not entirely his own fault, that of which he couldn't say for this situation. But by the looks of it, the planet he'd taken a nose dive into was a simple level 5 at most and entirely out of Nasgu'e's jurisdiction. If there were athorities here, they would likely have never heard of him or his line of work; actually- they may not have ever encountered anything like him at all. And if he's lucky, it'll stay that way. The last thing Rogue needed was to be attacked by a confused and scared level 5 species' government and their little laser weapons or whatever primitive devices they used to kill each other on this planet.
"Fuck." was the first word muttered after the crash. The silent blinking of lights being his only company to the faded black UV tinted windows overlooking what seemed to be a dry and empty desert terrain of a foreign planet. He tilted his head back and let out an exasperated sigh as he hit the seat's headrest a few times with the back of his head. His mind running over what he needed to do to repair this thing quickly before any of the planet's bacterias ate any deeper into the metals of his ship. He'd have to get the shields up quickly in order to avoid any possible corrosions that might occur.
He needed fuel for that.
Which he didn't have.
Because he's a moron and was too busy partaking in a little Raise-Kush last night to do any real prepping for this (honestly unnecissary) personal scouting trip of his. The guy liked to take it easy on his nights off from the busy undercity markets, who doesn't?!
Rogue scanned over the flashing planetary display which was supposed to give him information about the atmosphere and current climate, as well as any info on its potential inhabitants, but unfortunately it was was continuously running jumbled lines of broken code in front of his face. Everything around him was a mess of blinking and beeping, various colours of red and blue assailing his sharp features. The colours dancing in the light of his large round eye sockets, the flesh ever swirling into the hollow depths of his face. The blue and red catching bits of moving flesh as they spun over and over, deep down into the black abyss he called his eyes.
"okay, enough!" he snapped at the lights, aggressively clicking a few buttons and tapping 3 of his fingers impatiently against the metalic frame of his dashboard; while waiting an obscenely long time for the network to boot back up from the crash (it was only a 10 second delay but give the guy a break, he's having an off day!) Rogue slid a finger down one of the mildly glowing lines of his neck tattoo. Scanning for any potential machinery nearby that could help connect him to some sort of planetary network this place might have at it's disposal. Ah, it looked like there were satilights in orbit. The place wasn't a completely desolate wasteland at least. The inhabitnants could have some intelligent thought, which would normally excited Rogue, but the embarresment of his own stupidity taking full spotlight in his mind at the moment.
At last the annoying beeping in his ears and the main source of red flashing in his face came to a stop, but the slow blinking blue light of the main ship remained, indicating he was out of power. Without the particle fuel for his ship, he was going to have to use some of the planets more organic supply. And by the looks of the outside, he'd be able to strip some from the planet's interior crust in about half a day. Though he's gonna have to walk out to extract it himself which by the looks of it, would be about half a day's work to extract and return.
Casting a brief frown at the flashing blue lights that softly illuminated the dark (and expensive) Raskkith metal of his ship's interior that could perhaps use a dusting and decluttering he contemplated taking a brief moment of reprieve, if not to just get his baring's and cool the annoyance that had bubbled itself into his chest from his own lack of attention.
Welp, he wasn't getting any younger.
Rogue stood up from his chair and stretched his joints, a couple of cracks decompressing their way up his spine from the impact of the crash, he came to his full 8 and half foot natural Lux height; he ran a hand through his choppy raven black hair and prepared to enter an atmosphere he hoped wouldn't fatally poison him ... too quickly, anyway.
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Rudy stood now on the roof with his eyes fixed on a metal looking- well he was a nerd he knew that had to be a ship. He understood that these things also do not just fall out of the sky.
Well Rudy, one just did so, what will you do? Slowly the red head moved his way off of the scorching roof and down the ladder. He didn't waste any time to put it away as he stepped inside. His grandmother looked up with a sad hound dog look to her as she pointed at the tv that still had a bit of static. Honestly- a bit was underplaying it. You could feel the static in the room, as if you had just turned the tv on and you were less than inches from it. Rudy half wondered if they had one of those fancy TVs if this would even be a problem. "Yes, I know Gramgram, I will be back to fix it." Rudy told her as he went to his room. He paced for a good moment, biting his nail as he kept peeking out his window. The ship was so far and yet it still affected them well maybe that was being it was in seeing distance. Rudy was unsure what to do- he was never a crazy person that actually believed in UFOs.
He just liked to kill them in video games.
Maybe this was the CIA?
Rudy wondered but finally he grabbed his landline phone and went to call his father who was about two hours away. The only problem with that was, the moment Rudy lifted the phone to put to his ear a loud ear piercing screech came from the other end. This made Rudy jump and slam the phone down. He couldn't just do nothing, honestly he wanted to get closer. The thought alone made his skin prickle up in bumps, something so... advanced? New? Besides- whoever was inside was likely dead. Right? Rudy turned now and grabbed his bag. He grabbed his flashlight with batteries, Gameboy, film camera, As well as some snacks and that panties were already in the bag so- added bonus. They were his good luck charm!....(He was just a pervert more so.) "Dad should be home-" His speech was cut off followed by several loud bangs and groans coming from the poor boy. For a moment he laid on the floor at the foot of the stairs with his body in a twisted unnatural position. He had tripped and fell most of the way down the stairs he had walked up and down his whole life. You would think he would be able to walk down them with ease really. Luckily and thanks to the lucky panties. Rudy was unscaved. "I'll be back later!" Rudy called as he looked back at his Grandmother only to bump into the ladder he left out from earlier. (Now that was just carma.)
He did go and put the latter back.
After closing the shed door and taking a deep inhale Rudy made his way to the still dusty sight. The earth hadn't settled enough, it made his eyes itch as he got closer. Nothing was going to stop him however as he made his way to the crashed ship. The closer he got the more his heart raced and the more he felt he needed to get on. Once within 10 feet of the ship Rudy walked around it slowly, trying to peek in any way he could but the thing was just too massive compared to him. He struggled to find an entrance but when he did the men nearly bounced with joy. Rudy climbed on slowly though hissed as the metals were still hot and ended burning the top layer of skin on his face. Rudy was careful as he climbed inside and looked around. The flashing lights being the first thing to catch his eyes and the first things he approached. "...Helllo??" He called out trying to look for any bodies or if anyone was there at all.
Rudy grew very sick feeling as his eyes glassed over some of the equipment, more so the screens with flashing code errors. With letters and figures his mind just couldn't process. Rudy had to look away from most of the screens, it taking a long moment to even work up his courage to touch what looked like a touch screen surface- well, more so Rudy just noticed the lack of dust on this part and attempted to touch it himself. When nothing happened. He stood there for a long moment trying to figure out if the ship even still worked.
Rudy didn't notice the size difference in the chair just yet, or how high up the buttons actually were until he climbed up to press random things. Honestly he liked the feel of it, the colors and he was slowly (slowly being an understatement.) trying to figure out what button did what. The only one he did figure out was one button opening a little glove compartment. He would close it then open it once again and repeated his several times. Rudy finally climbed off the dashboard for now and began looking elsewhere. He took his film camera and flashlight out so he could start to document this.
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Reaching an optimal destination for an organic fuel extraction took Rogue a bit longer than anticipated, with the atmosphere on this planet being heavier than he prefered; at least it was breathable. The technetic sensors installed under the skin in his right arm indicated the oxygen here was mildly poisonous for him, but he wasn't planning on spending the next 70 something years for it to finally do him in and he reckoned he'll be fine for a few hours.
He was rather pleased to find the weather was comortiable. A nice and warm climate, he had no issue standing and basking under the heat of the sun for a moment outside his ship, admists the dry arid terrain. Taking a brief moment to look up at the sky and smile as the sun carressed his face with a sharp, dry heat. Lovely.
Later at the extraction site he kicked around a clump of dirt and rocks with his shoe while the drill did its work down into the planet's interior crust. He wouldn't need a lot of organic material for the trip back to his Flagship outside the solarsystem, but it was his cruiser ship's shield he was worried about. Rouge didn't enjoy flying so exposed way out in unknown terrirtory. Not that he was like, scared or anything, he was sure he could handle anything this planet could fire at him even without his shields at 100%, but its a situation he'd rather not have to consider in the first place.
No, as much as he wanted to explore the local wildlife of this planet, he prefered to do it on his own terms, the way he's used to. Scout first, learn the ins and outs of a new discovery, immerse himself in the local fauna and flora of a planet, figure out what will be worth kredit on the market and what won't and then drop down to snatch what he wants before any locals are the wiser. The proffits of his findings from his usual clients back in Nasgu'e territory would help fund more of these little trips he likes to do on personal time, and the cycle will rinse and repeat until he grows tired of it. about 50 clicks into his lifespan and he's still having a blast with no signs of stopping now.
Rogue's favourite spot in the undercity blackmarkets are on Planet Ab'araq - the clients there always paid quite well for merch found way out in the far reaches of the galaxy, such as this place, and he knew that even with this little bump in the road, he could still make something of a profit on... well... SOMETHING at least- but he would need to spend the fuel to come back and redo this mission, which isn't ideal; but the thought of going back to The Accord empty handed was even less so. should he just take a loss and make a note to return at a later date? or should he waste the fuel, the time, and the kredit to linger out here in hopes that something good will present itself to him. Ah, no its not like good merch is gonna drop itself into his lap. He'll have to work for it, just like he's working for this acursed fuel extraction. Frowning, reluctantly concedes that he'll just have to take the loss for now and return later...
Rogue poked at a small crawling creature he'd unearthed from the underside of a rock. The hum of his drill's extractor claw vibrating the smaller rocks against the ground around the dusty black critter as it scampered in the dry underbrush, a pair of large round pincers extended out in front of it as it skittered about. The creature had a long curved tail, Rogue tilted his body to get a better angle of the beast, noticing the tail resemenbled something like a stinger, poised above its back while it crawled away from him; iritated at being disturbed by his foot. Rogue snorted a chuckle as he watched it practically stomp off to find a new hiding place.
He found himself wishing he'd brought a box to put it in; but the thing would likely die before returning to Ab'araq, and Rogue had no idea what to feed it in the meanttime; it'd be a wasted to have it die so needlessly. He quite like its unique shape though and snapped a quick photo with the mini camera installed inside his temple for future reference.
A series of deep rumbling beeps emerged from the hole at the dig site indicating the drill had reached the planet's crust and was finished extracting. After retrieving the canister from the base of the machine's claw he slipped it into the pocket of his trenchcoat; silently enjoying the lingering warmth it emitted from the depths of the planet.
Rogue set his course back to his cruiser, ready to put this whole ordeal behind him once and for all.
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Rudy was trying for the life of him to learn the ins and outs of this wrecked ship. It was nothing he had seen before or could even come close to imagining. The smells even made his brain freeze as it seemed to overload him at times. Everything was new and wildly confusing. Honestly he was growing a headache from staring too long. However, he struggled to look away as he slowly pulled a wire from out of here and pulled up another piece from there in the depths of the ship. Only for him to try to put it all back again and fail. Well- it was broken when he first arrived so no harm done. In the moment Rudy was a rat chewing wires basically. Only making things harder to repair most likely. Whatever he did seemed to make the ship beep more and he didn't like the noise. He climbed out of the ship's internals. The mess of technology and wires nearly tangled him in but he did slip out eventually. Likely pulling more things out on his way. Rudy wondered to find something else to explore. Maybe the owner? He couldn't tell if whatever or whoever it was, was naturally messy or just the ship was so rattled up.
All Rudy Knew was it was getting hotter in the ship and he was starting to sweat and make him more uncomfortable. His film was running low as well so he was about ready to leave. Only to discover another room he passed by and peeked in to look around. It was all so odd, and everything was much bigger than he was beginning to notice. Most things higher up, things he wanted to explore and couldn't reach.
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It was when Rogue reached the entrance to his ship that he realised it was wide open.
The low yellow light of the evening's fading sun cast the front of his body into shadow as he stood in the dark entrance of his ship. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, scanning for any signs of ... well, anything. This was an alien planet after all. for all he knew there were blood sucking insects the size of his head waiting to swarm him from all sides. or a hungry 500 pound predator around the corner just out of view.
The heat dust of the desert, having already drifted into the main hall of the ship, had coated many things in a thin layer with the planet's dirt and grit. He'd already needed to clean before, but now this was just embarrassing .
Rogue may be having an off day, but he knew for certain that he hadn't been so careless as to leave the front door of his ship wide open like this. maybe the sensors were malfunctioning from the crash? he'd not been informed of such errors from the diagnostic he'd run earlier, but perhaps something had shifted internally since then.
The first thing he did upon cautiously entering, his heavy boots clunking against the metal flooring of his ship's ramp as he looked around for any signs of possible wildlife. his coat billowed with a particularly harsh dust cloud as it drifted in through the entrance behind him; and it became clear that the door sensor must have opened from a malfunction.
The lack of shields that were meant to keep foreign winds and debris clear of activating the sensors were in fact still down, after all; so the thought of any intruder was pushed from his mind as he began working on refuelling the ship.
"What the fuck?" he looked around, noticing more mess and wires hanging out of areas of his ship that he'd never even SEEN before, much less knew existed in the first place! what in the accursed Atrium was with the wind on this planet? perhaps an animal really did get in?
Grumbling profanities under his breath he clicked on the fuel tank operator and installed the drivers meant for foreign organic material- used only in emergencies, - which really sucked, as the erosion to the fuel take was gonna become a problem real fast and that meant more kredit spent for new parts. and for a ship this expensive, albeit worth it (because damn look at this sexy thing), these things don't come cheap.
The lights of the ship flickered on once the fuel installation completed successfully and with a sharp swooshing sound the door sealed shut.
Rogue silently thanked whatever Nasgu'e god was in its rotation this quarter that at least he can properly close the damn door and start funnelling the planet's contaminations out of his living space. Well, not him, the onboard cleansing system was gonna be doing that. Rogue hated cleaning (If that wasn't already obvious, should anyone ever board his cruiser). he typically kept his cruiser to himself though. No need to make any bad first impressions to potential clientele or employees.
With an exhausted sigh, rogue slunk into his chair at the head of the ship, looking over his dashboard, and clicking shut his holding tray that had fallen open.
At last, he could finally take off.
Before any primitive governments or inhabitants come snooping around the crash sight, rogue breathes in in anticipation as he draws back the charge to his ship, relishing the sweet low hum as the ship pulsed back to life under his touch.
With a flick of his wrist, the ship's belly began its ascent from the planet's pull. the dust lifting into the air around the ship as its motors rumble to life and the pulsing of his hyper drive begins its rhythmic beating.
He mockingly waves adieu to the earth as the ground falls away from view before at last steering himself upwards into the planet's orbit.
Rogue is all but 5 minutes into orbit when he gets a notification that the door's sensors are malfunctioning... again. which isn't exactly something one likes to read when in the airless vacuum of space.
But all is well, so long as he can run a few simple diagnostics that the fuel tank, shield and sensors are properly-
...
Oh.
Oh no.
....
The diagnostic scanners were not functioning anymore, (they were earlier?!) and at this rate Rogue realised he could be leaking much needed fuel into places it shouldn't be without realising it. Running not only the risk of blowing up, but of the ship going dark in the middle of deep space or the ship's door just flinging open, killing him instantly. Rogue is willing to accept death, but not this soon. thanks.
He looked around at the interior of the ship in disbelief, his arms splayed wide and questioning, "What is happening, today?"
Pulling himself out of his chair with a tired huff, and glaring at the dusty air around him, as if it were at fault for this malfunction- it very well could be.
Taking a quick look around his ship he noticed that the interior hatch to the actual GUTS of his ship was wide open and went to investigate. God no, this is a nightmare! red wires were with blue wires. blue wires were feeding into black and green wires. even the flvkjsdlfddsfsdjkf wires were incorrectedly looped with the dfdsfjjkhfrejk wires!
Rogue found himself cursing whatever nasgu'e god was in rotation this quarter and began fixing things at once.
At last, rogue stepped back and examined his handy work. The guts were no longer in disarray, and if we’re being honest, probably weren’t in the right orders to begin with, he rarely needed to come down here. The ship was good at self repairing, so it was the kind of work he didn’t need to submit himself to more often than not.
The first thing he noticed upon re-entering his ship’s main deck was that the sensors were working again. No surprise door openings while out in hyperspace. Good. That's all a guy can ask for, really.
The second thing he noticed was the flashing bold red letters on the diagnostic's panel that read:
“MULTIPLE FOREIGN CONTAMINANTS DETECTED. HEAT SIGNATURE DETECTED. LIFE FORM DETECTED IN EXAM ROOM C”
The chaos aboard the ship made more sense now.
Rogue found the creature in exam room c. he didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. probably the most unthreatening alien he'd ever laid eyes on. the critter in the desert he'd seen earlier had been more intimidating than this red haired, tiny ...
Uh, what species is it again?
Rogue pulled out his identifier and scanned the creature as he stood over it from a cautious few feet away. The identifier used its internal ai system to detect that the planet's main level 5 sentient residents are probably called "humans".
The rest of the text was gibberish because the identifier couldn’t understand the primitive styled language of the planet’s satellites. But that is not what stood out, or mattered to Rogue in that moment.
Level 5 sentience.
A level 5 exotic sentient creature, a species untouched by nasgu'e rule, a creature only retrievable by travelling far out into uncharted space, - a level 5 sentience that was simply already aboard his ship. Just like that.
No snatch. No grab. No planning needed, simply already packaged up and ready to go.
Rogue tilted his head curiously, his eyes swirling in perfect unison with each other as they peered down at the little soft bodied creature; watching in silence when a toothy, hungry smile stretched across his lips. He thanked whatever nasgu'e god was in rotation this quarter and began prepping the exam table for all the foreign-body vaccinations it will be needing.
What was that again about merch just randomly landing in his lap?
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Rudy had kept exploring the interior of the ship. He had stumbled into a room with a large bed. Suddenly the size of things quickly began to increase.
He just wondered where this... thing was and why he hadn't found it yet. The thought alone made him start to get more fearful. Rudy began to come to a realization that he was alone or likely, possibly not on his foreign ship.
When the lights flickered on, that was when his heart sank and dread filled him. Rudy was quick to scurry out of this bedroom. He went looking for the way he came. However, in his now state of panic he was rushing and running out of the room down a hall.
His feet tinkered quietly on the ship's metal floor. His body was growing cold with fear as all of his blood pumped to his heart. His mind quickly grew in shambles as if it was thin glass sattering the slightest force.
He became lost, but more so *he heard it moving* Rudy darted into another room and ran looking for a place to hide. Opening a cabinet that he could maybe squeeze into only to find a whole bunch of needles.
Did- were the lights dimming?
Rudy was out cold on the floor. The cabinet door wide open and his flashlight beside him. His bag is still on his back. The little redhead had hit the back of his head on the way down giving him a little bump while at it.
He had a nice dream~ he was in his old home with his mom and father. He was in the window watching the girl who lived across from him undress.
Aw, a wonderful dream...
Rudy's eyes slowly flickered open. His head was spinning from the fear over his last moments of consciousness. It felt as if he had just woken from a nightmare. Sweaty and paranoid, he just wanted to roll over and pull the blankets over him.
His mind processed the cold though, the chilling feeling under his skin on the hard surface. As his mind slowly woke more and more as he unraveled the truth of not in his room. His head began to pound harshly as if a brick was thrown and hit the back of it. The pain ran from the back all threw his brain and even down his spine as he shot up and yelled in pain.
His heart raced again causing the blood to pump and the pounding to grow in quicker paces.
The pain subsided once his eyes fixed on the... this...
It was large- no massive with greasy looking hair. Teeth jagged and sticking out as it slipped on a pair of gloves.
Rudy locked into its face making the room grow invisible. Those eyes? Block universes were it's eyes should be. They swirled locking him in as his own eyes were fully rounded and dilated. His jaw once again slacked open to draw more air into his chest. However, nothing came in or out. No air, no sound nothing. It was when this thing made a step, the sound of the heavy boot clicking again the room jumped Rudy back to reality.
He jumped, driving off the table that was much higher up then he thought. Rudy caught himself on all fours before pushing himself up and running- dashing for the cracked open door.
Rudy swallowed large intakes of air as his head gave him double vision. He nearly bumped into corners and it was a miracle he didn't. However as he made a sharp turn his leg caught on a bunt out piece of metal. It was sharp and made a large vertical gash on his leg coming from just below his knee and down. Rudy tripped now falling and just hardly catching himself. Rudy let out a cry of pain, though it didn't last long as he began to sob.
Gasping for air as his chest raised and fell. His body and mind couldn't make up what was more important. Letting himself wail out in pain from his throbbing head and now gusting leg. Or if it was trying to gather air for the racing heart, panic attack and well, struggling to breath from the still dusty ass air.
(It didn't help that the poor man couldn't hardly run for shit.)
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The weight of the creature was as light as a feather when Rogue reached down to pick it up from the place it lay unconscious.
Scooping it up in his arms he tenderly placed it onto the metal exam slab to begin his work, careful not to touch its skin with his own, just in case he transferred any sort of bacteria to it.
He was dressed in his usual exam attire- a black flexible metal apron, snapped neatly shut over top of a sterile matte red and black lab coat.
He took a moment to stand and stare down at the creature, taking in its various body pieces and shape.
Two eyes, check.
One nose, check.
A mouth, check.
Two arms and legs also check.
Though he took note that the bone mass of the alien was quite light. Almost bendy, in comparison to his own. He would have to be careful not to hold it too roughly, it's limbs looked far more delicate and slender than his own.
However, this creature even had a top head coat of red curly … fur? Hair? … Hair!
Upon closer examination, Rogue noticed a bit of a swollen bump on the alien's head that indicated it might have knocked itself out (assuming it's brain was located in the head area, that is). Continuing his observations, he noticed the alien has a slightly pale pink skintone, that of which was littered in a soft layer of tan spots across the bridge of its little curved nose and (honestly soft, pinchable looking) cheeks.
Rogue was surprised to find how many similarities to his own species this creature shared with him, albeit on a much smaller scale than his own. It was cute seeing everything he was familiar with so petite and shrunk down in size and he found himself smiling absentmindedly as he looked at it.
Rogue had just finished setting up when the creature began to stir on the exam table.
Slipping on a new pair of bioclensing gloves, Rogue held a long and thin needle in one hand (not his usual methods for vaccine insertion but he was all out of the less invasive kind). The needle's contents were glowing a swirled mixture of green and magentas: the first set of vaccinations the little orange haired alien will be needing for its coming trip into the nasgue empire.
Rogue wasn't expecting such a jolt and cry of surprise, that when the creature shot up into a sitting position in all but a split second, rogue jumped a bit as well.
The two shared an uncomfortably long and stunned silence simply staring at each other that Rogue forgot that his eyes were probably hypnotising the alien to some degree. Before he could react to that passing thought, the creature snapped out of its horrified daze and somersault flipped backwards right off the exam table.
"Oi!" Was all Rogue could blurt out as the alien scrambled to its tiny little feet and sprinted out of the room, promptly hitting the side of the doorway with its arm before skidding out of view.
There was a brief pause as rogue considered whether he should run with a filled vaccination needle or place it down before giving chase; but then he remembered how much damage the unsupervised alien had recently caused to his ship and decided to hell with safety procedures, that Rogue leapt over the table, needle still in his hand and charged around the corner after the terrified creature.
He heard the alien cry out in pain somewhere down the hall and upon following the sound found a trail of dark red liquid spattered down the hallway.
Life liquid, probably. It had injured itself on an open jet pipe Rogue had been avoiding cleaning up for months now.
At last he rounded the corner into the main deck of the ship, the light of the nearest star shining across the metals of his command station; the yellow light cast Rogue's hollow eyes into a stronger contrast, showcasing his features in more intense detail.
The now wounded and terrified alien had cornered itself against the now sealed shut door of the ship. Rogue's speed came to a slow and soft walking pace as he slowly emerged from the shadow of the hallway and into the light of the main deck. His arms raised (one with the needle still in hand) his other gloved hand, showcasing his 4 fingers, held up as if to show he "meant no harm" whatever that meant.
Rogue really didn't mean to harm the creature, but it needed its vaccinations fast, as it had already been fiddling with stuff in his ship hours before Rogue was even aware of it. Any longer and it could get sick from whatever alien bacterias it's body couldn't fight against, or more importantly, get Rogue sick with whatever diseases it might already have.
Rogue stepped closer, making a "chh chh chh" sound, trying to calm the alien down as he gingerly approached, towering over him and casting the little thing in shadow.
"Now, don't do anything gross like spit acid at me or something." Rogue murmured under his breath (which could sound like a head throbbing painful and distorted buzz, with garbled clicks and eye watering sound vibrations to anyone not accustomed to Rogue's Luxxish speech) as he leaned down over the alien; Rogue's free hand outstretched to steady the shaking creature's limbs and the needle in his other hand poised to make an insertion against the vein in its little neck. "No acid, please." He repeated with tense anticipation.
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Rudy's body still struggled to both cry and hyperventilat. Making him cough and nearly vomit. He backed away as far as he could.
The sounds making his whole brain rattle violently or that was just the unbelievable fear and throbbing pain. Then- the size of the needle. As it grew closer and in a clear view. Rudy just blacked out. His body rag dolling onto the floor. His leg still wept with blood. His chest still raising and falling at a faster rate then it should. However, he was out for now and Rogue didn't have to worry about any acid. (At least for the time being.)
This time however, Rudy didn't stay out long. Once again jumping awake and fully aware.
His body had a mixed reaction to the vacation. It making his chest break out but also the throbing of his head was much less painful.
Rudy startled and realized he was in this things arms and promptly began to scream and kick to try to get away.
Why? Why were it's *eyes so fucking terrifying* Rudy was once again struggling to look away. (Maybe he was just handsome.)
Rudy kept screaming and even tried to reason with this giant man? *Thing* but it more sounded like a pissed off hamster. Screaming at a higher pitch and there was no real way to know what he was saying.
Rudy had his hands pushing against Rogue's chest as she tried to pull himself away. That was when he saw it, Earth. Rudy's face went pale.
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Rogue would laugh if the situation wasn't so hectic. The creature was definitely frightened of him, and while he double checked that this was indeed a level 5 sentience being, he could swear it was more along a level 6 with how it was reacting to rogue's appearance. It also further reinforced Rogue's earlier musings that this planet had yet to encounter any other life form from off planet. Or at the very least, this one hadn't encountered another being like Rogue before.
Regardless of whether it had or it hadn't, Rogue sighed in relief when the red head passed out again. "Don't like needles, huh?" He murmured, removing the now emptied vial from it's neck and placing it on a nearby counterspace. He turned his sights back to the unconscious being at his feat and knelted down on one knee to scoop it up in his arms. At least the main important vaccines were in its system, so Rogue felt a bit more confident being in close proximity to it.
Standing up he glanced over it's body, ensuring there was no issues or weird reactions to the vaccine, pulling open the outer layer of its- (it felt like clothing), pulling the outer layer of its clothing away, he noticed a small rash prickling across its chest. While it's not ideal, it didn't look to be dangerous, Rogue would run some tests to ensure its not allergic to something, before its next round of vaccinations.
He felt the body stiffen in his arms and gripped it tight enough to prevent it from flying out of his arms as it began its thrashing and (honestly adorable) little squeaks of protest. Rogue snorted a laugh and hugged it closer to his chest, but all at once the alien came to an abrupt stop.
For a brief moment of concern, Rogue thought he might have crushed it or killed it or something; but upon glancing towards it's eyes and following it's gaze over to the domed glass front of the ship's dashboard, Rogue took a guess at what the creature was noticing.
The alien's home-planet, silently and slowly rotating slowly beneath the ship's belly; its closest star sending a bright beam of light over the crisp blue haze of the planet's atmosphere, sending lines of god-rays into the window of the ship. Rogue watched as the little creature held firmly in his arms stared in horror? disbelief? (Rogue couldn't read the emotions on this creature well yet, but he was getting the gist).
Smiling down at the alien with a big toothy grin, Rogue pulled one hand away from the creature's body, easily cradling it in one arm, and once again mockingly waved goodbye to the dusty rock below.
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Rudy stared in awe both at the beauty of the world his world. This was not something many got to see in person. However, this was not on his own accord and he very much didn't like the fact his Gramgram was all alone. Rudy was shifted in the... things arm. His jaw dropped in shock over the beast's actions. His eyebrows bunched up from distaste and anger over the rudeness One, he was not a baby but two waving goodbye? at least some mannerisms never fucking change. Rudy was a little pissy over this. Crossing his arms to pout but the overriding reality was just sinking in. He sat down back at the cold table. He didn't move, he could feel the black hole in his chest forum as he pictured everything he loved.
His mother's grave, with the yellow flowers blowing peacefully in her resting spot. His grandmother's red cheeks as she would make him the birthday cake. Let him help and lick the bowl. His father's truck was always reliable. His home, the yard, the games. Everything he loved was now gone and he was likely going to be cut open and killed. Studied and forgotten- he was going to die alone. The thought made his stomach knot.
Then he felt the pinch and snapped his head to what the creature was doing. He saw the needle in his arm and finally lost it, losing his stomach and getting sick all over the floor so as to not get it on himself. The back splash definitely got onto the creature's boots. Rudy looked up as he whipped his mouth with his shirt. "I'm not sorry!" He snapped out.
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Rogue gasp and stepped back as the alien spewed acid all over his sweet new kicks. "Ah damn it all, i said no acid! Fuck!" he shook his boot with a look of grimace and flicked the creature across the nose as a way of saying 'No! bad alien. bad!'
He wasn't unused to having strange fluids shot at him from the merch he acquires across the galaxy but it didnt mean he had to be a fan of it. With that said, rogue took a sample of the stuff on a sterile swab for future examination. It could help provide a better insight on what organic materials made up the creature and what it needs to survive.
Right. survival. he was gonna have to feed this thing, and he wasn't planning on going back to the planet to acquire more with the amount of fuel he currently had at his disposal.
The little thing clearly didn't like needles. So he'd leave the rest of the vaccines for later. He only had 2 more to give anyway, and they were less importrant for now.
For a brief moment of quiet between the two, Rogue straightened up and breathed in, looking over the creature as it glared with unease and nervious agitation up at him, it's legs dangling over the edge of the table in front of him.
Level 5 sentience should be able to handle some sort of communication between their spieces, but it was gonna take some work on Rogue's part.
Nonchalantly, Rogue grazed his finger up and down the various lines of tattoos glowing down his neck from under his chin. This was his translator, the one he'd designed himself and was rather proud to talk about the achievement, should someone ever bring it up. He designed the whole thing himself in order to capture the local language of various aliens and spieces across his travels. many of which were of lower sentience levels than he (level 3). Not even the nasgue government issued translators were as good as his. He was certain he'd be able to get get some sort of communication going between this level 5 and himself, but for now- broken speech and hand jestures would have to suffice.
He pointed at himself, tapping his chest lightly and staring down into the eyes of the alien on the table. "Rogue." he said slowly. He knew there would likely be a bit of an adjustment period for the alien's own mind to fully grasp Rogue's speech but he was hoping the thing's mind was able to comprehend a simple name or two for now.