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capitalh2014-09-09 10:12 pm
10minutesofscreentime) wrote in capitalh2014-09-09 10:12 pm
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it's raining turians
Who: Nihlus and you! Or anyone, really
What: Yet another goddamn alien arrives
Where: Some relatively secluded and open place in/close to LA
When: Now?? Probably??
Warnings: None
There is a protocol on establishing contact with new (sentient and deemed worthy of the Council's attention) species. The protocol, sadly, is reserved for big ships with crews of more asari and salarians than turians. As for the Spectre protocol, there is, as usual, none.
As usual, Nihlus chose to improvise.
After a couple of days of research as intense as his ship's dwindling resources and his concern for security would allow, he finally decides he's almost ready to go out in the open. The decision is driven more by necessity than his actual readiness - his ship and equipment is running out of power and Nihlus himself is running out of food. The only thing he's not too short on is ammo, which is almost miraculously useless in this situation.
So what happens is this: not unlike another spaceship some time earlier, an obviously alien, unindentified one-man (judging by the size) vessel disables all of its cloaking shields in the sky over LA. It's not much more than a dark spot in the sky at first, but it quickly grows larger before appearing in all its glory (of which there isn't all that much, with how battered the ship is) and landing. The rumble of its engines dies down, and barely a minute later the ship opens as Nihlus steps outside, his omni-tool already running scans of the area (and his gun still strapped to his back - discreet, but readily available).
This world is still new to Nihlus and he blinks a couple of times, vaguely disoriented by how overwhelming it all is. Without his suit's filtration and adjustment systems working (and with several days of minor malnutrition) the air of this world feels too sharp to breathe and the colours of the landscape feel off to his eyes. He shakes his head briefly and reverts his attention to the matters at hand - that is to say, his omni-tool.
His choice of location isn't random - the landing spot is remote enough not to warrant unwanted attention and close enough to warrant wanted attention, as well as providing enough space for maneuver, both on foot and in his ship (in case things take an unfortunate turn). What he is banking on, though, is coming in contact with the authorities or at least people of certain standing to establish his position on the planet (and get some help). The last two days have been spent analyzing the local language (despite being a rather advanced planet, it's still multi-lingual) and according to the computer's estimations, Nihlus should have a fully working (if still incomplete and a bit wobbly) translator in just about--
This is the moment his omni-tool informs him with a quick flash and a beep that energy reserves are at a critical low, and therefore all but most basic and combat functions will be cut access to.
Nihlus can't find anything better to do than swear.
((Tl;dr: there is now a baffled and vaguely annoyed catbird alien in the vicinity. Have your character ever wanted to communicate with an alien using nothing more sophisticated than signing, drawing pictures and repeating words slowly and loudly? This is your big chance!))
What: Yet another goddamn alien arrives
Where: Some relatively secluded and open place in/close to LA
When: Now?? Probably??
Warnings: None
There is a protocol on establishing contact with new (sentient and deemed worthy of the Council's attention) species. The protocol, sadly, is reserved for big ships with crews of more asari and salarians than turians. As for the Spectre protocol, there is, as usual, none.
As usual, Nihlus chose to improvise.
After a couple of days of research as intense as his ship's dwindling resources and his concern for security would allow, he finally decides he's almost ready to go out in the open. The decision is driven more by necessity than his actual readiness - his ship and equipment is running out of power and Nihlus himself is running out of food. The only thing he's not too short on is ammo, which is almost miraculously useless in this situation.
So what happens is this: not unlike another spaceship some time earlier, an obviously alien, unindentified one-man (judging by the size) vessel disables all of its cloaking shields in the sky over LA. It's not much more than a dark spot in the sky at first, but it quickly grows larger before appearing in all its glory (of which there isn't all that much, with how battered the ship is) and landing. The rumble of its engines dies down, and barely a minute later the ship opens as Nihlus steps outside, his omni-tool already running scans of the area (and his gun still strapped to his back - discreet, but readily available).
This world is still new to Nihlus and he blinks a couple of times, vaguely disoriented by how overwhelming it all is. Without his suit's filtration and adjustment systems working (and with several days of minor malnutrition) the air of this world feels too sharp to breathe and the colours of the landscape feel off to his eyes. He shakes his head briefly and reverts his attention to the matters at hand - that is to say, his omni-tool.
His choice of location isn't random - the landing spot is remote enough not to warrant unwanted attention and close enough to warrant wanted attention, as well as providing enough space for maneuver, both on foot and in his ship (in case things take an unfortunate turn). What he is banking on, though, is coming in contact with the authorities or at least people of certain standing to establish his position on the planet (and get some help). The last two days have been spent analyzing the local language (despite being a rather advanced planet, it's still multi-lingual) and according to the computer's estimations, Nihlus should have a fully working (if still incomplete and a bit wobbly) translator in just about--
This is the moment his omni-tool informs him with a quick flash and a beep that energy reserves are at a critical low, and therefore all but most basic and combat functions will be cut access to.
Nihlus can't find anything better to do than swear.
((Tl;dr: there is now a baffled and vaguely annoyed catbird alien in the vicinity. Have your character ever wanted to communicate with an alien using nothing more sophisticated than signing, drawing pictures and repeating words slowly and loudly? This is your big chance!))
one thing that unites all species: reaction to eusine
He understands that Eusine is attempting to communicate with him, but not much beyond that. He winces almost imperceptibly at Eusine's loud voice and the unfamiliar tones of this planet's--correction, this particular place he's in's speech. His eyes follow Eusine's gestures as Nihlus tries to figure out what this native is trying to tell him - this might as well be the local way of greeting someone, for all he knows. He decides to take the safe way out and go through it word-by-word. Or, at least, what he assumes counts as a word.
"Earth," he repeats, trying to imitate Eusine's pronounciation and having some difficulty with it - vowels too deep and drawn out slightly longer than necessary, and the "th" sound is absolutely not agreeing with his turian mouth. He opts to pronounce it closer to "s".
the only constant thing in the entire universe: some unpredictable nerd
"Not bad! I'm sure you'll get the hang of this in no time." And he means it, too. He's heard some much poorer attempts at English from his fellow Frenchmen.
Actually... He pauses for a second, a hand on his chin. He's visibly considering something, his previous exuberance seemingly replaced with a more contemplative mood... That is, until he takes out a small notepad and a box of pencils from the inside of his jacket, flip past what seems to be twenty pages of some kind of horned lump with four legs, and excitedly draws what can only be called a masterpiece.
"Well! How about this?" He rips the page off, almost shoving it into Nihlus's face as he points to the blue planet in the middle, before repeating his previous circular gesture.
"Terre!"
After all, no one said aliens had to learn English.
THE FACE I MADE WHEN I SAW THIS TAG EUSINE YOU NERDLORD also 1/3 im sorry for spam
2/3
done, im sorry i couldnt resist using icon succession
It takes Nihlus almost an awkward half a minute of puzzled "art appreciation" before his brain kicks in again and links the primitive drawing to Eusine's previous actions. He's seen the planet from up above, and if you look and pretend hard enough the green lines on the drawing look vaguely like the outlines of this planet's continents, and the yellow-orange shape must be the planet's moon. So what's being communicated to him is... the world's name, which is about the most useless thing right now. Still, he supposes it doesn't hurt to know.
Which brings him to the next question.
In order to avoid having to use Eusine's, for lack of better (worse) word, drawing, he activates his omni-tool and pulls up a hologram of the planet - thank the spirits, it's included in the mapping tool that's still functioning. "Earth. Or Terre?" he mixes human and turian speech in the sentence, emphasising the questioning tone of his voice instead. Which one is it?
poor nihlus
"Both, actually!" Eusine hastily replies, momentarily forgetting that there's no way Nihlus is going to understand any of that. His eyes are riveted onto the omni-tool, and he looks this close to trying to touch it. "Is this some kind of hologram machine? It looks amazing!"
It's so much less bulky than his hologram machine. Someone tell him where he can buy a billion of those.
200 years of gay baby jail until your species is allowed on citadel, eusine
"I still can't understand you," he reminds Eusine, hoping that turian speech will make Eusine remember that there's a language barrier to overcome here. He doesn't like not having gotten the answer to his previous question, either, but he's beginning to guess what the deal is here. Multi-lingual worlds are so inconvenient.
oh come on he's not going to live THAT long. pls be a pal
It's hard to tear his eyes away from the omni-tool - and truth be told, he doesn't completely manage to do it, glancing at it with interest to see if it's doing anything new and exciting every couple of seconds - but... very well. This friendly extraterrestrial needs his help, and what kind of hero would he be if he refused them!
"I suppose it would be Earth around these parts," he admits, somewhat apologetic (but only somewhat.)
A pause.
"Ah- but I haven't even introduced myself!" The comment is more for his own benefit than Nihlus', as the Turian has no way of knowing what he's even saying. When he resumes, he opts to speak much slower, fully articulating each syllable.
"My name is Eusine," he says, bringing one hand to his chest right as he mentions his name, just before giving a little bow. As much as he's looking forward to being this alien's bff and getting all up in their personal space, a bow is simply so much more theatrical than a handshake.
Or he could try a baisemain, but he's not entirely convinced his new alien friend is a lady. Making such a social faux pas would be quite embarrassing.
and then /i/ spent like a week in gay baby jail im sorry
Eusine's introduction is more... expressive than Nihlus is used to, and at this point he isn't sure if that is the norm on this planet or if it's just a part of this native's behaviour. Nevertheless, he mirrors the gesture somewhat, something between a nod and a bow.
"Yusine," he repeats before introducing himself. "Nihlus."