Luminera Ceyzzratta's Story

Lumi had been enjoying the flight, to put it mildly. She was swinging her legs and bouncing in her seat, turning her head this way and that to see all the different life forms that were aboard. She knew the person in the seat next to her was getting irritated, but the Krog woman was wearing a maroon dress. Lumi hated the color maroon, and in fact, blamed the woman for whatever bad luck came to Lumi in the future. As a result, she did not feel inclined to settle down for the Krog’s benefit. The amount of species on the ship was incredible. There were Kafkans, Durospex, Humans, Lizanders, Kra’lels, and forms she’d never even seen before. One in particular her eyes kept trailing to, examining, deciding, debating on speaking to him, but in the end she voted to watch and wait. She always chose to first watch and wait, as did most Estray. They’d all be dead by now if they didn’t have such sense, weaklings that they were.

Lumi realized there was a problem before anything visibly happened. She felt the concern, the fear radiating from the front of the ship, but as she had a seat close to the very back, she couldn’t taste the specifics. Was it uncertain, or definite? Life-threatening, or merely enough to make their heart pound? She wondered if they were going to have to make an emergency landing. Perhaps Terra was not where she was destined to go after all. She glanced down at her arm for a moment, her white skin making the off-white cloth of the seat look yellow. If not Terra, she mused, where? Then, suddenly, she was thrown forward in her seat, smacking her head despite the empathic warning she’d been given. The rest she was oblivious to.

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Something hurts. As soon as Lumi realized the pain, flashes of memory hit her before any true consciousness began. Every cut, scrape, broken bone, and burn she ever had came back to her as clearly as the day they had happened. She found, finally, her reason of pain this time wasn’t in her memory, and it was then she managed to force open her silver eyes.

Distorted metal was all around her, broken pieces of the ship scattered and smashing so everything was ruined. Her neighbor from before was no longer there, though considering what had happened to their section of the ship, Lumi had a feeling she would only have to look ahead to figure out where her body was. Lumi herself was boxed in, squished up against the side of the ship that had broken away from the main hull by a large piece of debris. Her left hand was throbbing, and when she compared the pain to the past, knew it was broken. She felt a scratch on her face and was sure her rib cage was bruised. Smoke filled the air, making her cough and tilt her head away as if she could breathe cleaner air from the sky.

Lumi tried to push the debris that was pinning her away, but found herself unable. She tried to wriggle out of the little space she was smushed in, but that almost made her break a rib. In her mind, she began sending out a distress call instinctively, despite knowing there were no other Estray on board who could pick up the mental plea. Try as she might, she couldn’t escape the ship, and fear began to close her throat in a way she wasn’t used to. It was much too soon to die, her mind still much too intact.

The fear, the painful, terrifying fear of the passengers who had survived, and the ones still on the ship who could not escape the death that for them was minutes away, was assaulting Lumi the longer she was awake. Her breathing came in shorter gasps, and she found thick, silver liquid sneaking from her eyes down her face, tears she did not want to shed but could not help. For some reason, she did not expect aide from the others. They were panic-stricken, and that lead to immediate self-interest. She understood. But in the meantime, she felt everything, including her own fear, and almost wished she had died instead of being forced to struggle this way. But she continued to struggle nonetheless. Wherever they were, after all, demanded exploration.

A still figure lay amidst the wreckage, completely immobile. Signs of life were not impossible to detect, however. Though the shifting patterns upon the surface of his skin had turned cloudy and nearly colorless with the decrease in his mental function, they still moved, flickering about with the haziness of shadows over water. Nearby, the ship’s engine was sparking, and a few bolts of electricity lanced as if by their own volition towards the humanoid creature, striking the liquidlike tendrils upon his head.

Fading with absorption, the electricity disappeared entirely. A few short moments elapsed, and then a pair of curiously-red eyes snapped open sharply. At once alert and aware, Jharitkvinforetur-Al flexed his hands, retracting the silvery claws that had escaped their confinement when the adrenaline had flooded his unwitting physiology upon his discovery of their impending collision.

Wordlessly, he stood, scanning the area for other living beings. Several minds were present but not active, most likely unconscious. A few were exhibiting more neural activity, and though he did not attempt to read the thoughts, he was able to pinpoint their location- not too far from his own.

This was immediately put from his mind, however, by the presence of another, insistently pinging about inside his head. Someone was at least partially telepathically-able, though the message as he received it was not in the sensical form of words, but merely a garble of distress and the occasional pain-sensation. It was making him distinctly uncomfortable, and for this reason among the obvious others he chose to deal with it first.

Picking his way carefully over the wreckage (he was, for the most part, uninjured, but taking chances was not an inclination of his species), he was outpaced in time by a quadrupedal creature that he did not recall seeing on the ship. His hue took on a slightly-perturbed yellow, and he ascertained that it was traveling in the same direction as he. Upon arrival at its presumed destination, the creature issued a bark, apparently peering down at something in the wreckage.

Unusually enough, the non-speaking creature was exhibiting a mental signature more commonly characteristic of humanoids, which was to say that Al was quite certain it could think in complex forms. Whether it was native to the unknown location the ship had crashed at or not was something he couldn’t determine, but at any rate it did not appear to be hostile. If you would excuse me, he requested of it, I think I’ll need to be moving some of these objects. For the distress signal was clearly issuing from here, and so it made the most sense to clear away anything that might be causing the problem.

An alabaster hand, twisted in a way that most limbs should not be, poked out from beneath a steel beam, which with some effort Al would be able to move. This may hurt, he informed whatever lay under the debris, but I can assure you of its necessity. With that (and perhaps a good deal less sympathy than he should have had, not that he knew any different), he carefully hefted the beam off and away from the small appendage. This slow-but-steady process preoccupied him for a few minutes, but eventually the wreckage in the immediate area was cleared away.

Are you able to move? he inquired. The girl- an Estray, if he was not mistaken- was small enough that carrying her would not be out of the question for someone of his size and stature, but it would of course be better news if she was able to do so under her own power.

Inhaling deeply, Al at last took in his surroundings with more than a simple passive observation. The dirt beneath his feet was black and grainy, broken up only by the occasional boulder dotting the horizon. The terrain indeed seemed to resemble that of their destination’s more desert-like regions, save that the coloration was off considerably.

What bothered him, though, was that in all his years and over all his studies, he had never once heard of anything quite like it.

Krill jumped, scrambling back a little at the voice of the creature in front of him. At least it was alive, he thought. Right? "Krill," the little camrong trilled happily, scooting back up to the creature, though not as close as he had been to it before. "Here." That was all the question answering he was ready to do at that moment, his long limbs folding up under him so his elbows touched his knees and his chin rest in his hands. His smile was wide, but thin vertically, and bared no teeth. "Move? Help?" The purred questions were more requests than offers, though he did try not to make it seem so. In reality, he just wanted everyone to be safe from whatever further danger he knew would be on its way. He'd been stuck on the maze long enough to know that peace was a gift rarely given.

A bark had him jumping again, startled maybe a bit too easily in his anxious state, considering he had heard the sounds of movement before and knew that if something was going to eat him, he was unlikely to get a warning first. "Oh," he whimpered, his stretchy smile turning down into a pout as he turned toward the sound. He couldn't see where the sounds were coming from, but he could tell that there were multiple beings moving about over there, and he wasn't sure how safe they were. Then again, he wasn't sure how safe this being in front of him was, either. Suspicious eyes turned back to the creature in front of him, and the contrast of white against black suddenly hit. "Oh, no," he whimpered again, the noise coming out more like chirps than words. There was no way they would remain unseen by any potential predators. If the giant mechanic wreck wasn't enough of a beacon, the bright creature in front of him would catch something's eye in no time. There was no escaping danger on the surface. "Move? Help?" the camrong offered again, "Hide?" With the last question, he began rubbing the black powder over the foreign creature, with hopes of a make shift camouflage. Not everyone could shift appearance according to their surroundings like he could, after all.

"Yipe!" Krill shrieked, noticing the bright blue creature floating their way. "Oh," his voice trembled. The little camrong curled in on himself, practically disappearing into the landscape with his black hide, though all seven of his eyes still moved about rapidly. "No," he nearly whispered in response to the inquiries of the floating creature, and he supposed, in response to the thoughts of the creature lying before them. He pointed one shaky finger toward the nearest hole in the ground, the other up to the flaming sky. "The only way up is down, in is the only way out..." It occurred to him what came of the man he met the last time something like this happened, and his eyes squeezed shut all at once. "No!" He shook his head, denying any further request of escape. "Move? Hide? Help?" the little camrong offered once more, his lips twisting into a squiggly position that was beyond strange, even for him, before he turned away from the foreign creatures. After one more pleading look, he took off toward the other sounds and only hoped that someone on the other side of the wreckage was able enough to survive.

Shock stopped her tears when suddenly Lumi went from being totally alone to having a canine not only there, but bark at her as if he had something to say. Despite his jaw coming quite close to her in her helpless state, she was hardly afraid. Lumi reached out with her mind to try and connect with the creature only to find it was far too complex for her to establish an understanding, a fully sentient being. She wondered for a moment where they could have landed that had such creatures on its surface, but there were a number of explanations for this oddity, and it was possible he wasn’t native at all. Not that any of this mattered, as either way she was still stuck and he couldn't much help to fix that.

Just a moment later, Lumi froze upon hearing disembodied words float into her head, an offer of help attached to them. She remained as still as possible while the person carefully lifted the metal panel that was trapping her away, until finally, she was free. Immediately she brought the broken appendage close to her body, but other than that she didn’t move. She stared up at her savior, partially in awe and partially in confusion, until she remembered she still had tears on her face. Quickly, she wiped them away with her uninjured hand and shakily managed to stand on her own. Her head was pounding, filled with the pain and fear of the crash despite the fact that the pained ones were mostly all dead at this point and the living were moving past shock and onto confusion. The memory of the tragedy lingered.

Thank you Cheyiin Lumi thought, having no qualms about opening her mind to another. She had seen him during the flight, but hadn’t been sure if he was who she thought he was. Now, as she craned her neck up at him to make up for their outstanding height difference, she was sure. Cheyiin was the name her people had given his, a very long time ago when Estray weren’t nearly as developed as they are now. There were no other known species with such telepathic abilities, especially not ones who matched the description of their legends to thoroughly. The stories say it was the Cheyiin, the Knowing Ones, who gave them the tools they needed to begin an era of technology that lasted to today. Estray considered them to be the pinnacle of evolution, and the fact that she was not only meeting one, but being assisted by him, made Lumi almost forget her throbbing hand. I can walk on my own, she added, just so it didn’t seem like she was ignoring his query. She tried very hard to not stare at him too much.

Stepping off and away from the debris, Lumi took a pause from her disbelief to analyze where they had landed. Conclusion: she had no idea. Though there were bits and pieces of the terrain that hinted at one place or another, all together none of it quite fit. Wherever they were, she had the fear they weren’t going to find any species with enough technology to send out a call for help. She hoped she'd at least find something to treat her hand with.

The high pitched voice of a creature she had never seen before startled Lumi into turning around, where she realized several other survivors were awake and gathered. She sensed in him jumbling feelings, ones that all knotted together and were hard to pick out individually, but among them was definitely fear. It was a different fear from the others though. It wasn’t a fear of the unknown, an uncertain nervousness. Oh no, this was a fright that came from experience. This creature knew what was in store for them, and feared it. It didn’t bode well. She looked up at Cheyiin, hoping he would have a clearer understanding of what was going on. According to the stories, they lived forever and collected information on the entire universe. She wasn't sure how much was true and how much was stretched for the sake of story-telling, but considering where she was, a near-perfect being on her side couldn't hurt.

Thank you, Cheyiin. The mode of address, he had not heard in person before, and Al’s usually grey-hued skin flushed an interesting maroon color, the unfortunate Kva’miri color of somewhat-pleased embarrassment. If he’d had any doubts that the pale feminine creature was an Estray, they were decidedly banished by this.

The fact that he was addressed telepathically put him at ease, and his skin faded slowly to a cloudy mix of cream and foggy grey-blue. Of course, T’fira. It was an old word, once used for all younger siblings or members of the Kva’miri people, but one that had been reappropriated to refer almost exclusively to the Estray. His kind did not often meddle in the affairs of other species, preferring to watch and learn, but there had been a few occasions in their eons-long history when they’d made an exception.

Though Al had not been alive for it, he was aware that the most recent of these interferences was on behalf of this people, who while promising in the areas of individual skill and group culture, lacked the resources necessary to protect themselves from many dangers of a changing and increasingly-hostile environment. Voting that losing their potential was a risk that outweighed the need to be impartial, the Kva’miri had landed on Elmala, bringing with them the rudiments of their technology and knowledge of how to put it to use.

The records taken on the Estray beyond that encounter were absolutely fascinating, and he had read a number of them before his exile. He had expected to meet a few, of course, but not necessarily in circumstances such as these.

Which led him back to his present predicament. Glancing around, he noted that a few more stragglers had started to move, bringing them to about six or seven in total. Not many, for an entire passenger ship, but more fortunate than it would have been had none survived at all. At the Estray’s assurance that she could walk, he stepped back, allowing her room to do so free of impediment.

He glanced at the sentient canine (and something about that still nagged him, as though he were forgetting something important), and then at the Estray, who was regarding one of the others with a peculiar look. Not terribly skilled with reading the emotions of other species, Al wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but… he shifted his focus, studying the landscape around him more intently. There was something so almost-familiar about it, like a half-remembered dream. It must have been something he’d read, but the Kva’miri were quite clear in their writings most of the time, vagueness and artistry reserved for poetry and song rather than chronicles.

The only way out, is in. The line came to him in a flash of memory, and he unconsciously projected it to all of the people around him, his mental tone as clinical as ever, but with an underlying solemnity. That was what he was trying so hard to remember, but… what exactly did it mean?

So having thought, he touched two fingers to his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly. A minute shake of his head, and he lowered his hand. His colors shifted again, moving more quickly over the surface of his skin, now a dull orange. Striding over to what seemed the largest group of the others, he looked around. These were… a Kafkan Minotaur, a Galapa, and a Derospex, if he was not mistaken. The other, even he did not recognize, which led him to believe that it was probably native to this equally-obscure place. Whatever it was, he was able to pick up on the distressed tone of its words, and tried not to flinch at the high pitch of its voice. Voices were still difficult for him to tolerate, and for whatever reason, this went doubly for the shrill ones.

Still, the implications of what was going on, hastily patched together in his mind, were more important than the method of delivery, and he pushed his discomfort aside. What do you fear, little one? he asked it, again projecting enough so that everyone present would understand the question, so that when the answer came, it would be properly in context for all of them and not solely himself.