If anyone is curios as to the short scene event in the Attacking the station RP, this is where to go with it. We will move that to its own RP separate to the events of the preparations for battle. That way it doesn't have to interfere.
Just to clarify, this is not a next chapter RP, this is a off spawn RP first chapture thread that allows the 2 events their space.
In a unknown location the alien sits in a chair made today for its size, in a room built both for comfort to show its not a prisoner, and containment merely to keep it safe long enough to get the answers people seek. The strange creature sits waiting to be brought food, as one is surly hungry having traveled from another galaxy.
Sensing their curiosity and not being ashamed of its body, it stands tall on its bipedal legs, stretching its arms and wings, opening its jaws to show its teeth, posing like one who is about to be measured.
Its teeth are similar to the teeth of sirens, its hands have 3 fingers with talons, and feet having 3 toes with talons, its tail ends in a fan for flight stability.
The mysterious traveler begins to get tired of waiting. Assuming maby his hosts just don't know what he eats he takes a device off his belt and it for a brief moment flickers with a flame, then it produces light bending it into a hologram. He moves his right index finger swirling it into the light, the light bends to his will and displays a plate full of raw meat with a bowl of gravel on the side, and a glass full of a foren beverage.
He points at it while looking at one of the scientists.
The alien tries to wake up, dizzy from hunger and trembling, he considers the temptation to simply get out, eating one of the scientists and abandoning the mission. But when a Ptranosaurian excepts their mission, they have already chosen their fait. He looks at the hologram he has projected, wishing he could simply eat it.
Lord of the STARS wrote:
As the light path leads them to the pod, they step on a stone pannle that activates it. The hull begins to fill with oxygen.
Inside the pod are old dead bones.... radar light scanner type lighting begins to go over the bones, the bones become young again, they then begin to regrow their mussel, tendons, organs. The strange machine is replicating what use to be their, cloning old skin. The process is compleat.
As the pod opens a creature comes out, a robotic arm inserts a computer chip into its brain, it stands still as its memory is being reuploaded. A machine then puts armor on the creature.
It stands their, 15 feet tall, bipedal, a lizard like body, a long wingspan, talloned hands and feet.
It blinks, then looks at its boarding crew, and in a calm, peaceful voice, speaks the same strange language.
Having consumed no protein in over 24 hours the effects are rendered merely temporary. He watches as his body actively begins to waste away. It is to late, he is going to die. Switching the hologram he watches the recording of the second craft heading to Eafth. Just hoping some how, that she is fairing better.
He aggressively devowers it down, even eating the plate and the bottle, unable to slow down and have any manors as the will to live has completely taken over. Once having eaten, he waits, trying to find out for sure if his body is still strong enough to digest.
"I can never forgive you for taking so long to feed a guest who has traveled so far and needed it so bad, none the less, my mission requires 0% aggression. By the time you finally given me what I need to stabilize my replication of my old body on the frame work of the original, I have already searched through your galaxies internet and learned your most common native tong. Now, introduction."
"Greetings, I am Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym. I am a diplomatic officer of the Ptranosaurian empire. I come in peace. Who are you?"
(2 crafts have came from another galaxy, one is at the capital of the Chat, the other is went to the capital of the NGR. At the moment the soul passenger of the first craft, is at a top secret location. Not because he is a prisoner, but to keep him safe while he learns how to interact with the native society so he can begin his mission. The fait of the craft that went to the chat is unwritten so far. Its half of the RP is a option of scene cutting to.)
(I have faith in you. The NGR is full of species variety. You can be a krogan, Kig-yar, human, though the sirens at the time saw the fight with the chat as none of their busness they would tag along for peaceful missions, their for they are available, even a possible unggoy. )
(All that is needed is a character with the following professions.)
(Biologist so they can figure out the proper medical procedures for the new species)
(Phycoligist so they can learn how their mind works to better understand each other.)
(Diplomat to ask why they have come to the galaxy.)
(Room service provider to get them what they request.)
(And guard both to protect them if their is a sudden attack by NGR enemies or if the alien turns hostile and needs to be restrained.)
(I have faith in your ability, I have seen what you can do, your amazing! Try when your ready, I have walks games and house work to encourage my patients.)
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym folds his wings above his back, holding his hands together, his legs positioned like that of a bird perching. He closes his eyes, and takes in breaths and releases them slowly.
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Your 2 main powers in your galaxy are at war, we are hear to see if you can restore peace on your own. You have 42 years to do so, if not, we bring your galaxy another gift, one you would love very much, and will never have to endure such conflict ever again."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Why the disrespect? I come in peace. The gift is for the galaxy. If you cannot make peace on your own, the gift we bring is civilization. It is the beginning of gifts for your peoples."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "You see, *sets hologram device to show the galaxy he came from*. That, is the mighty Ptranosaurian empire. Before I was packaged to be shipped through the ring portal into your galaxy my original body, my original life, I lived for 5000 years, and I did not see one war. When we are ready to send a fleet of our ships, that is what we bring to you. 5000 years with out war, under our watchful eye. Unless me and my business partner are convinced that you don't need it."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "We do have small fights and duels to channel out our aggression, but the Ptranosaurians are the ones with the military. Only the strong are allowed to join in combat with us so long as they have proven them selves trustable."
"You see, in order to dare challenge an army, you need to make one. If other beings want a army, we investigate why, if they intend to rise againced us, we deny them an army. If they merely seek to stop crime from growing so it don't lead to war, we let them have their army."
"If anything does decide to go to war with us, we simply put an end to it before it starts, by say, weaponizing the weather of an entire planet, devolving a entire species, etc. In the end, the galaxy, simply does not dare."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Only for the last 5000 years. Before that we simply armed our enemies, agreed when and where, same numbers, away from any colonized property, and duked it out until the other army surrendered. But that was until someone broke the rules, and nearly brought an end to the empire. We had to prevent that from happening again."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Nice to meet you. Now, lets talk about comfort. If I am going to have a place to stay in this galaxy, this is a dirty topic, but for passing waste, like most reptiles number 1 and number 2 are done through a cloaca. Your toilets will work just fine. Its number 3 you got to worry about. See as I digest my meal the bacteria in my stomach produce methane, most of which gets trapped in a organ called the gas bladder, which when it starts to over fill it erupts out my mouth like a belch..... of fire.... which is 2 and a half times the heat required to melt iron... Once in a while, I need to do number 3. Also if I drink acholhal as it evaporates in my stomach it to can get trapped in their, making much more stable fire should you actually want that to happen."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Just concerned about the safety of the people who work hear. So, any word on how the other craft is doing? I hope your enemy didn't get frightened and kill their half of the diplomacy."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "The plan was as she talks to the chat and I talk to you, eventually we both meet, while discussing a possible solution to piece. We have been watching your galaxy for a long time and we are tired of all the blood shed, its heart breaking. And also, her and I, our intergalactic launch was during our wedding. I want to be sure she is safe."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym:"By the way, we also plan to bring you more gifts then just what I mentioned so far. However I do not recognize much of the matter in your galaxy, in order to do this properly I will need a list of the periotic tables for study so I can use the closest material on par with what I need. If you do so, and I can figure out the proper substitutes for the material, then tomorrow morning I will give your people a small sample of our technology. What you choose to do with it is up to you, weather it be for peace or for war."
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Right, I should be more exact, after all we just met and have no reason for trust yet."
"The technological pride and joy of my kind is something called Pyrophisics. We have found a way to take fire, and treat it as if its a form of electricity. Storing it in batteries, unleashing it when needed, bending it into shapes, and causing it to become hard as a rock. No longer subject to the normal physics of flame, the harvested product of fire is capable of a lot. With this, say your city catches on fire in a lightening storm. Never again will you have to put the fire out, instead you can simply seal it into a container."
"Yes their is a catch to it, remember how I mentioned as a number 3 I expel excess burning gas? If we build one, no longer a safety concern. I could just catch it and store it."
Lord of the STARS wrote: Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "You see, *sets hologram device to show the galaxy he came from*. That, is the mighty Ptranosaurian empire. Before I was packaged to be shipped through the ring portal into your galaxy my original body, my original life, I lived for 5000 years, and I did not see one war. When we are ready to send a fleet of our ships, that is what we bring to you. 5000 years with out war, under our watchful eye. Unless me and my business partner are convinced that you don't need it."
After 2 days and 15 hours Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym's gas bladder has filled up, he can no longer hold it in, unable to do anything else he releases a jet of gasses that erupt into flame as they leap out his mouth, the room/cell/whatever has a section that melts right off after 19 seconds of exposure, and as the flame ceases to be spewed the surrounding wall is still on fire.
.*sigh* "I tried to warn them this would happen."
He just sits their, waiting for repair teams to patch the hole. Their is clearly a way out, but he came willingly in the first place, so he just stays put.
Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym: "Forgive me, I am not in my natural envirment. Now, I have gone ahead searched your galaxies internet using what I have on hand. Studying the effects of the elements of your periodic table, in theory, I have a list of their material needed to make a fire battery I can store a entire blast like that into to prevent causing farther property damage. Hear is the list, bring me the material and I will craft a prototype of a improvised version. Eventually you can sell the energy and get the money for what ever that would cost."
As he did yesterday Kamin-natona-hacava-toom-hym laughs: "You know, I can't help but find it funny how so few seem to have a very high level of fascination, aww, or curiosity. I just came in from another galaxy, and I represent the possibility of the entire future the galaxy your all native to. And I wouldn't hesitate to guess this isn't so much as a side mention on the news. Hardly any questions, no press, no interview, and the stake of your way of life rest on just a short 42 years. Is this something you are use to? just a every day part of life? Do you just wake up each morning wondering what new alien your going to see today?".....