Magna Impus's Story

There was a loud ringing. Deafening even. But all Sharar could see was utter, and complete darkness. Sudden flashes of dull light would occasionally brighten the black, but did little else. As he grew more and more confused, Sharar finally figured out what was wrong,

He had yet to open his eyes.

Blinking, Sharar looked to his right, trying to identify his right hand, which was currently buried under a pile of small debris like dust and broken stone. With a heavy sigh Sharar pulled his hand free, and pushed it against the ground in an effort to pick himself up. Muscles were sore and skin was bruised, and as he looked to the ground at his feet, Sharar noticed shards of the ballistic glass and polyurethane polymer that made up the ships "windshield". A quick thought later he deduced he must have been sent crashing through it on impact....and a sharp pain in his left shoulder revealed large shards embededd in his skin, only further confirming his hypothesis.

Sharar continued his assessment of his surrounding area, completely decimated by the ship's crash landing. Slowly he put together a string of competent thoughts and proceeded to walk slowly towards the remains of the ship, now wedged at an angle into the side of the building.

Making his way to the ship's underside, Sharar placed his hands against her, feeling around for a certain break or niche. When he did find what he was looking for, the man made a tight fist, punching the unidentifiable metal with immense force. After two or three blows, their was a sizable dent in the body of the ship, which Sharar used to get a better grip on a hidden edge.

With a deep breath the man heaved, and with a single pull a section of the ship's underside gave way, revealing one of several landing gears.

"One of four landing gears lowered," The man said, almost mechanically. "proceeding to lower the other three as ordered."

All around, there was panic.

Distressed wails filled what was now a ruin of a building, one white wall cracked and crumbled and falling down to the lower levels. The UFO had broken right into a spacious meeting room, which had previously been a statement of formal and lofty artiste. It was now littered with broken wood and stone, twisted metal, and other miscellaneous debris. People ran, toppled over,

Rushing into the room with caution was a small security team that had been waiting for threats to come down the hallway, not crashing like a goddamned whale into the side of the building. Sich Karis, a woman with pale skin and young features, lead a team of six others. They all wore black, form-fitting combat suits, and from their fingers to their elbows stretched gloves that had delicate veins of light running through them. They were heavily armed with several different kinds of weapons.

"Find anyone who's injured! Get them out! Only engage alien lifeforms in a fight if they're hostile. Move."

She went forward first, and her first stop was the spacecraft. A man accompanying the agent, Shan Valk, a sharp-featured, brown-skinned young alulan man came up beside her. There was so much dust it made it hard to differentiate one thing from another, but Sich could just see something...

"Hey, you! Freeze!" she cried in Misranae, approaching them fearlessly.

"Stop with the shit and come and help me with Essie!" Aenanu shouted in his native tongue, Xi. They knew a few different languages, including English, but Misranae was not one of them as he looked up at the people shouting at Sharar. They hadn't seen him yet, it seemed, and despite their weapons, Aena went back to pulling Essie out of the rubble. She looked pretty badly hurt. As a female, the weaker gender on their planet, it was easy for her to get hurt.

Plus, he wasn't worried about an attack. The android side of his genes would protect him. They were trained in defense. He frowned as he looked at Essie, she wasn't doing good. The darker lines on her body glowed lightly, showing that her android side was working to try and protect her - trying to save her. And the baby she was carrying.

"Ignore them! They don't matter. What matters is Essie. I don't care what they're saying Essie is more important!" He told Sharar, still talking in Xi. "Get the medical kit. It should be somewhere in the back of the ship." He then told him, looking back at his sister. "Come on, Essie. Come on. Wake up."

"Alert, inseminated female in critical condition. Crisis protocol dictates raised priority status." sharar stated aloud as he yanked down yet another one of the ship's landing gears. "Current orders dictate the location of medical supplies."

Sharar blinked for a moment before climbing through the wreckage and into the remains of the ship. The Misranians went completely unnoticed, as Sharar focused solely on his orders.

A product of military programming, Sharar's higher cognitive processors were installed with a "Crisis Protocol" a state of heightened alert, and awareness. In this state, almost everything human about him was overridden and controlled by his machined parts.

He was extremely dangerous as well.

Sich stormed forward. "Hey!" she screamed. A million thoughts went through her mind. This couldn't be an attack, could it? The Supremacy wouldn't dare. Not with Badoren as their Alnova. That was also not one of the Supremacy's ships. She could not recognize it at all. Was this an attack by aliens? Was this an invasion?

But why would they just...crash...into the City Hall...on a day when nearly no one was supposed to be there? It didn't make sense. It had to be unintentional. She advanced all the way up to Sharar, because of this, and held up a hand in a gesture that said "Calm down."

She peered past him toward the two people inside the ship. One seemed to be injured. She looked at Sharar again and put a hand over her heart. "Sadah," she said. "Saaa...daaah..." Help. Help you. She tried to speak slowly, then mimic winding bandages over her arm. "Sadah lue." Help them. She pointed to the pair.

Aenanu didn't care about the woman currently screaming their way. He had other important matters. More important matters. Like helping his sister. This woman shouting was nothing to him. She was just a woman. She was even lower in importance than his sister. And his sister was pretty low because she was a woman - though, being pregnant gave you a higher status in their land. You get better care because you were pregnant.

He looked up when he saw the woman behind Sharar, suspicious at first, almost ready to shout at the man to get him to defend, but despite their lack of contact with the outside world, and despite their language barriers and lack of everything else, he realised that they weren't ready to shoot them, or attack. She wasn't aiming a gun at them. Maybe she was sent to aid them. To serve them.

"My sister." He said in Xi, expecting her to understand right away, "she's hurt. Fix her. She's pregnant."

He looked down at the unconscious girl that was no longer buried in rubble of both the ship and the building. He looked up at them and when they made no move. He pointed to the woman there, then to his sister, and then to her stomach. And made a motion for her to move over to him.

Sharar walked past Sich without so much as a blink. "Unidentified xeno -species, scanners indicate probably a female. Protocol dictated action: Disregard. Use of force unauthorized." Sharar climbed into the wreckage of the ship and began his search into one of the ship's rooms.

After a few moments, Sharar emerged carrying a footlocker on his shoulder.

"Objective completed." He said as he climbed out of the wreckage and moved back towards the other two members of his species. "Medical supplies located, new objective; apply first aid to injured female."

Captain Thunder tore across the sky above the City Hall, stopping for a moment to simply hover there, surveying the scene. Her wings hummed in there air, making her flight sound like that of a large insect. Slowly the diflaecan descended to the city hall, trying to identify the crashed ship. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, though this didn't let her know if it was local or not, as she hadn't seen any of the local ships before. She was already feeling fatigued by the short flight, and landed on top of the crashed ship, trying to determine the status of the occupants of both ship and building. She wasn't entirely sure of what Duren's sister even looked like, but she assumed, something like he did.

Despite how drained the short flight had left her, Thunder was quick to slide down the side of the ship, landing in what could have passed for a heroic pose, if not for the fact that it likely went unnoticed. It seemed that some of the commotion was around a downed female, or at least Thunder assumed so. One of the males was pantomiming at the downed female, likely asking for help, as the captain guessed there was some sort of language barrier.

Thunder hurried over, holding her hands up defensively, and relying on the translating magic that was contained in one of her earrings,"Hey, hey, I have some medical training and I'm a doctor, I can help." She left out that she wasn't exactly a medical doctor, but at this point it was best to put everyone at ease. She pointed at Sharar with the footlocker,"You said you have medical supplies, right? Crack that puppy open, and I can try to help."

While she spoke, Thunder's eyepatch took extensive scans of each person there, finding that the injured people were somewhat mechanical in nature. While she had never seen anything like it, it gave her the hope that she was possibly more helpful that she originally thought.

Sich was not sure completely what she was supposed to do. She looked between Sharar and the couple, trying to make some sense out of the jibber jabber that was their language. She knew one thing, however, and that was that someone was hurt. They needed help.

She stroked the skin on her cheek, causing it to light up in a thin design similar to a circuit board. She began to speak into it, calling for medical assistance. "Lifeforms are not hostile...so far..." she finished.

"Sich?" said Shan, tapping the girl on the shoulder. "Um...it looks like we have a bit more company." He rose his hand to point to the green-skinned, bug-winged woman. Sich froze.

"Another alien? With...wings?" That was crazy! But she was speaking their language! And the other people's language? "Hey!" said Sich, pointing to Captain Thunder. "Could you let them know that more medical assistance is on the way?"

Sharar set the footlocker down and pried it open, the lock he didn't bother to undo ripped open with a loud crack. and stepped aside.

"This unit is programmed with limited medical knowledge. Sit-rep; options are to allow the medical assistance of unidentified xeno with unknown intentions, or to render basic first-aid. Odds of sufficient treatment to stabilize injured female are increased with xeno, However there is possibility the xeno is hostile. Crisis protocol dictates commanding officer to decide course of action. Error. Commanding officer Ja'el is not present. Program head Sevani is also not present. This unit is not part of standard military ranks...advise independent course of action. Notice, Female's sibling is present. Brother of Female is part of standard military ranks. Resolution; injured female's sibling shall decide upon course of action."

It was then that Sich stroked her cheek, and Sharar's head snapped to her, eyes focusing on the pattern on her cheek.

"Unidentified xeno demonstrates construction similar to Xi." Sharar extend a hand towards the woman. "Protocol does not include appropriate response."

Aenanu was surprised when the new alien arrived and could translate their language. Maybe everything would be okay now. He glanced at the other two, trying to get his head around everything and letting Sharar open the medical supplies. They weren't the normal supplies either and Aenanu immediately went digging around inside, trying to find what he needed, but he was no doctor.

"Leave them, Sharar." Aenanu spoke in Xi. "They're not hurting us. They're here to help. Let them help. If they show signs of attack, then we defend." He told his associate. They weren't really classed as friends.

He looked at Sich and Captain Thunder.

"My name is Aenanu. That is Sharar and this is my sister, Essie. She's heavily pregnant with twins. We need to help her. She cannot die." He hoped that the fairy-bug-thing would translate for him so that help would be on the way and was glad to hear that medical assistance had been called for.

Thunder nodded to Sich and Shan, before turning her attention back to Aenanu,"She," she indicated Sich,"Said that more medical assistance is on the way."

She knelt next to Essie, checking to make sure the pregnant woman was breathing before anything else, while switching her eyepatch's scanning mode so that she could examine the soft tissue. As she checked Essie's vitals, she spoke to Sich,"The male here is named Aenanu, big grumpy over there is Sharar, and the poor girl here is Essie, she's got twins, which if its anything like my race's issues, is really tricky." To both groups, which would sound strange as the translating magic worked to make her understandable to both,"We can't move her yet." Speaking to only Aenanu again,"I'm going to need you to tell me the most important parts about your species' biology. Speak fast, I'm a quick learner."

She needed to assess the damage, and stop any bleeding, but it would all be pretty pointless if the poor woman wasn't even breathing in the first place. It seemed that the mechanical parts of the woman were acting as life support for now, but with only internal resources, Yuui could only guess at when this would give out,"Alright first thing we need to do is stop the bleeding. Hey, tall dark and grumpy, if you have something we can bind tightly, gimme that." She pointed at Sharar for the last part, clearly unaware of any sort of hierarchy, and at the moment, not particularly caring about anything like that. If Essie bled out before the real medical personnel got there, both the woman and her children would die.

And that would suck.

To Sich she tried not to sound overly concerned, so not to freak Aenanu out any more than he already was,"Hey, how long until those medics get here? Poor girl is already on her last legs."

"Well, he'll get someone," hissed Sich, turning back to the alulan man. "Shan, where's the other alien? You're supposed to be watching him!" she chided.

"Uh... uh... he should still be in the ship! I-" He ran back to try and find him. "He'll be there, pro-" He poked his head inside the ship, only to find it empty. "Um..."

"Shan. Is he there?"

"... um..."

"Shan."

"N... no..."

Sich palmed the right side of her face in disbelief. "Shan, come here and don't do anything else! You're being useless! I'm getting a Mutt to find him!" She turned to Thunder and Aenanu. "We're getting Magna Impus down here! He was on his way anyway. Just wait a few more-"

"Please, Miss Karis, there's no need. I am here."

The voice, which rolled and rumbled like deep thunder, belonged to a man floating down on a large platform. He was a monster of a man, not because he was strange and alien, or had multiple crablike limbs or anything of the sort, but because he was incredibly... fat.

Magna Impus was as tall as he was wide, and he had a very generous height. His suit cleverly disguised any rolls, but did not stop his entire mass from wibbling and wobbling with every move he made. On both sides of him were two guards armed to the teeth. Cyborgs with every inch covered in weapons and armor. Despite this, Magna smiled at the two aliens.

"Ah, you must be Captain Thunder-" he said to the green-skinned woman. "A pleasure, a pleasure. I am Mayor Impus of Zanzaria. This must be one of our unfortunate crashed... visitors." His face became grim as he cast a glance at the broken City Hall. "What seems to be the problem?"

Sharar stalked through the hallways slowly, sticking to the sides and trying his best to stay out of sight. Fortunately the crash had caused a reasonable amount of panic, and the hallways were occasionally filled with an assortment of these aliens running to and fro. It was also fortunate they shared a pretty much exact humanoid appearance, save for when some would start to access some kind of cybernetic underlay. Still, it was easy enough to blend into the crowds by wearing a confused face filled with fear and keeping his head down.

As he wondered Sharar caught sight of a room that garnered some attention. Tapping the earpiece he had taken back from Shan, a pair of thin wires exteneded parallel to each other, passing around and in front of Sharar's eyes, coming to a stop at the side of his forehead. With another tap, a display appeared between the two wires. Sharar looked at the words on a plaque besides the door through the screen which actively began to decipher and translate the text.

"Server Room"

Sharar smiled, and slipped into the room unnoticed, closing the door quietly behind him.

The alien that had crashed was only going to continue to make nothing but the same demands that he'd been making all morning. Or afternoon. Or whatever time it was on this damn new planet that they had landed on. He didn't give a fuck what time it was, he didn't care about anything else. The only thing he cared about right now was seeing his sister and nothing was going to change that. And he continued to voice this with the same Xi words.

"I want my sister."

The new person that seemed to come along, the fattest man that the xupra had ever seen made him pause for a second just at the sheer shock of everything. He'd never seen something wibble and wobble like it currently was. He almost laughed but then he remembered the situation and what he needed to do about it.

His sister.

With that, once again he repeated his previous words and tried to find a way to get past the security animal that was trying to stop him from finding his sister. He was going to have his demands listened too. And that was final. And then he was going to fix his ship and get the fuck of this planet.

Thunder had the good sense to be on her best behavior, when the guy who signs the checks arrived. She even gave a little curtsy in greeting, and made absolutely no comment on the man's girth. Nope, nope. She was much more professional than that, of course that was assuming that the giant himself would be professional. Thunder had already needed to act out of turn today.

"Ah, we were just having communication problems good sir, but I assure you that I have been true to my contract. This man here," She motioned toward Aenanu lightly,"Demands to see his sister, and will not listen to any attempts to speak with him as an equal. He is also of the opinion that females are beneath him, to the point of aggression. Thus why your presence was requested."

She then turned back to Aenanu, still keeping her tone rather polite as she spoke in Xi,"Listen here you little shit, this guy here is in charge, so get your head out of your ass, and try to cooperate with people who are trying to help you."