[Open] Crashed! A Strange Man from the Stars!

The day was coming to an end on the island. Spring was coming in full force, leaving the air a pleasant warm temperature, perfect for outdoor activities. There was a gentle breeze coming off the water, lending the beach a nice coolness that created a perfect medium between still warmness and cooling wind. With no clouds in the sky, it was going to be the perfect weather to do something in the fact approaching night, under the stars and moon. Anyone out for an evening stroll on the beach, or perhaps a cheeky evening swim, would be quickly enveloped in the stillness of night as the sun sank beneath the waves on the horizon. The stars shone themselves and it looked like it might be one of those romantic nights.

There even seemed to be a shooting star in the night.

But it wasn't a shooting star. Why would it be?

Because if it was a shooting star, it wouldn't be getting bigger and bigger, and brighter and brighter as it screamed toward the ocean! The flaming ball of light looked to be angled to splash down far off shore though. But as it neared the water, it pulled up and away from the water until it was skimming above the water, nearly cutting a groove into the water. It was now heading for the island, and its path wasn't entirely straight. It wobbled and weaved until it finally seemed to give up and plunged right into the water with a great splash. But it was still moving from the momentum of falling from the sky. It plowed underneath the waves until it crashed onto the sand, cutting a trench and ultimately stopping farther up the beach.

What was left was a steaming hunk of metal and wreckage. It was no longer bright and glowing, as the water had seeming extinguished it. The wreckage was spherical in nature, or it used to be before impacting in the water and crashing on the sand; and it was roughly the size of a bus in terms of mass. There were no visible windows, but metal panels were clearly scene, some had even peeled off and left behind on the beach. It sparked and groaned as it settled in the ground. There were markings on it, but none that could be read by anyone and there wasn't any other sounds coming from it.

So what was it?

Lanslo received no answer from the crashed object initially. It simply sat settling in the sand, hissing from the water evaporating off of it and possibly from said water shorting out some electronics on the inside. If the object WAS trying to reply to Lanslo's greeting, its only apparent method of communication was the odd shower of sparks from breaking electronics and creaks from metal bending under its own weight. At the very least, the object was not on fire as one might typically expect from a crashed space object, nor did it seem on the verge of exploding. It was just... broken.

The little shell that was thrown at it simply tinked off the hard surface with no real reaction. For a moment. A beat later, there came a loud bang from the object, or somewhere inside the object. The metallic sound echoed in the night and across the metal surfaces of the crashed sphere. Then it came again and again. Soon a panel of the ship began to shift and pulse in time with the banging, and it seemed to be getting looser with every hit from within.

After several clangs and bangs, everything fell silent for a moment, which was then followed by the loudest bang of them all and the panel popping off the object followed by a human-shaped figure. The panel fell to the sand and the figure followed after ward, tumbling and banging its head on the metal piece.

The figure seemed human, clad in a mostly black, form-fitting suit of some kind that covered it from head to toe, and a full helmet that concealed/protected its head. It lay motionless on the ground, seemingly knocked unconscious from the tumble.

The texture of the suit was somewhere between leather and plastic, with solid plates and bits of something else on certain parts of the body, mostly the chest and what looked to be boots. Overall, the person almost resembled a future astronaut or maybe a mecha pilot in their mostly black suit. However, the neither the touch from Lanslo's hand nor his foot stirred the person in the slightest. Not a twitch was seen from them, nor was there so much as a gasp or grunt from them.

About a minute passed before anything happened. The figure's helmeted head began to rock from side to side gently, and its fingers began to tense and clench at the metal plate it was laying on. Slowly the figure began to rouse more and more. First it clenched its hands a few times and sliding its arms out until their hands were then clenching at the sand instead of the plates. It grasped a fistful of sand and turned its head to look at the stuff, letting it sift through its fingers.

If Lanslo listened carefully, he could maybe hear muffled mumbling coming from the helmet, which only got a more persistent as the figure raised itself on wobbly legs to look around. It didn't even seem to acknowledge Lanslo's presence as it slowly turned in a circles, looking everything, several times in fact. So many times that the person apparently got dizzy and fell back onto the sand, face up.

It lay there for a moment before... throwing a tantrum of some kind, pounding the ground and flailing before ripping off its helmet and hurling it at the broken craft. What was revealed was not so alien after all. It seemed to be a young man with dark skin and yellow eyes, and he did not look very happy.

He whipped his gaze around to face Lanslo, and started to angrily talk to him in a language that was most definitely alien. But judging from his gestures toward the craft, he was complaining about it like he had just wrecked his car.

The man didn't seem happy with Lanslo's reply, particularly the part where he identified himself by pointing to himself. Not angry. Just annoyed. The man shot Lanslo the stink eye before shaking his head and grumbling angrily about something or other while getting to his feet. He dusted sand off his suit while continuing to talk angrily like a co-worker who had just been told that his deadline had been moved up with out his knowledge. A few times he pointed at Lanslo while saying his name, clear and distinctly, then following it up with a dismissive and mocking voice.

He pointed to himself just as Lanslo did and said a short burst of unfamiliar sounds, presumably his name. Repeating it a few times for good measure, he then stopped as if an idea had come into his head.

Excitedly the man motioned for Lanslo to follow as he ran toward the crashed ship, and the opening he had made when trying to get out of it. The man kept talking even when he climbed back into the ship, echoing off the walls.

Looking inside, the ship's interior was fairly sparse and small given the general size of the ship. Presumably the majority of it was taken by whatever machinery or engineering that was required to run it. But the space he could occupy was mostly just a large pilot's chair of some kind with controls all around it. Screens took up whatever space wasn't occupied. The man himself was rummaging through the a storage compartment behind the seat.

He gave out one last excited yell before turning to face Lanslo again, this time with a futurisitc looking gauntlet in his hand. He held it aloft for him to see, then slipped it on. A few button presses later, it was glowing and working. The man kept talking even as he started fiddling with a knob on the gauntlet. As the knob turned, his voice... changed. Not in tone or volume, but the words kept changing and fading until it turned into a language Lanslo could understand,

"Ah ha! Got it! I think. Hey! You understand me yet? Now? Now? How about now?"

"Yes! The translator still works! Good. Good. Very good. At least now I can tell you not to touch anything."

With that last remark, the young man immediately started tearing into the rest of the compartment behind the pilot's seat. Like a raccoon rummaging through a garbage can, he started pulling out various odds and ends that seemed to be of a technological or scientific nature, idly throwing them over his shoulders and out of the little room onto the sand. After a nice sizable pile of unidentifiable gadgets had amassed on the ground, and the young man was torso-deep in the compartment, he finally pulled himself out and hauled himself out of the capsule.

"So lets see if I got your name right. Lah-so? Something like that?"

The man had zero problem with starting up a casual conversation while also unzipping his flight suit right there on the beach. Fortunately he only undid it to his hips or so, letting the upper portions split open to free the rest of his surprisingly fit body.

When he noticed that Lanslo was paying attention to something else, the young man walked over curiously as well, finally coming upon the strange girl in the water. His eyes widened and he jumped in front of Lanslo and got a little into the water to get really close. To the lobster.

"Oooooh... What's that?"