Ry'leh
It had been a day like any other, the sun rising in the east, the clouds streaked with orange, red and gold as dawn spread across the island of Manta Carlos, but all that changed when a large, black shape began to descend from the blue sky above.
It was far off the coast of the island, and of no immediate threat, but it would surely draw the attention of the curious who made out the smudge in the distance, it would surely be an attraction to those who knew how large that smudge had to be to be seen at such a distance.
But that ominous form did not last long in the rosy dawn, as the fingers of golden light played across its dark, metallic exterior a small number of fighter planes from the closest mainland intercepted the mammoth object, after repeated requests for identification, after repeated warnings one of the planes, a mere speck from the islands shores fired a single burst into the vessels hull.
An accident? Perhaps, pilots were after all still human and could easily be frightened, especially by monstrous ships of a doubtless extraterrestrial origin that failed to respond to any form of communication. But Accident or not the burst of machine gun fire struck something sensitive beneath the vessels metallic hull and a gout of blue flame roiled across the fighter plane that had committed the attack.
From there things went from bad to worse for the descending vessel, the engulfed fighter plane immediately went down, smoke rising from multiple points on its chassis, and the remaining fighters, flitting to and fro like birds about a building unleashed their own weapons.
A series of small explosions rent the dawn sky, shards of black metal falling from the vessel as the red lights that lined its hull flickered and died. Any semblance of a controlled descent was lost and the morass of twisted metal crashed down into the sea.
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<div align=right><Analytical systems restored to Functional status>
<Sensory systems impaired, performing limited sweep of immediate surroundings>
<Detected threats negligible>
<Running Self Repair protocols></div>
The Ry'leh rolled onto its humanoid back and gazed up at the clouds above its new head, uncaring of the fact that its new face was covered in wet sand, it lifted its slender fingers before its new humanoid eyes and wriggled each of the digits, testing their flexibility and responsiveness, at least its motor functions seemed undamaged, small venting ports opened within the back of is new form and the Ship in human form rose to its bare feet, venting heated air behind it to rise in a smooth movement, but once it found itself standing it was faced with an intriguing conundrum, how on Makosia did these bipedal, hairless primates walk without falling flat on their faces!
The Ry'leh lifted a leg experimentally, the venting ports in its back still helping it keep its balance, but it was well aware that humans did not have such obviously unnatural features, as it began to work out how to use its sensory equipment to balance on a single leg it attempted to take a step... And wound up face down on the sand of the beach.
"Hrrm"
Was all the vessel said though as it rolled onto its back, emitting another blast from its venting ports it rose once again to a standing position, and that raised another curious thought, how on Makosia did these beings normally get onto their feet in the first place!
The vessel tested its range of motion with each of its limbs, bending, contorting into fantastic figures that only the most talented of human contortionists, within its semi-organic brain the range of motions each limb and joint was capable of built a much more complete model of just how it should be able to move. While it had gathered a significant amount of information before landing it was finding there was a significant difference between information stored in databanks and actually, practically applying that information.
One step, then another, the Ry'leh was quickly learning how to meld the data it had uncovered on the human species with the new body it had constructed for itself, it was rapidly learning how to walk, to balance and to move, for any on the shore who had seen the new arrival to their shores wash up on the sand before performing such bizarre actions the Ry'leh must have been a curiosity indeed, at least since it had been so early in the morning only a few of the islands inhabitants were out and about.
The Ry'leh looked about it once more, its new eyes processing information in a way that it had never tried before, but thankfully in a way not to dissimilar to its usual on board optical monitoring systems, it analyzed those that stood upon the beach, and any who approached with a quizzical tilt of its head.
<div align=right><Occupants of island are human>
<All occupants in immediate vicinity possess coverings that do not appear to be protective in nature>
<This observation corroborates initial scans and experiments on native inhabitants>
<Conclusion: Human coverings may be of symbolic nature, religious nature or required by human society>
<Addendum: This vessel must acquire human coverings immediately></div>
The Ry'leh's eyes again searched the beach, in an unhurried and unconcerned manner before turning to approach one of the females of the human species, its eyes studied the female for a moment or two before pointing to the bag she had brought with her.
"May this person borrow your additional coverings?"
The vessel had at least taken the time to download a significant amount of information on human language and grammer, but it would still take time to work out the nuances of conversation. Whether it was unaware of just how strange it seemed, or whether it simply did not care those that watched the strange woman who had washed up on their shores would not know, but now that this strange woman was here she was going to have to find a place for herself... Hopefully not in a prison cell or psychiatric ward!
It had been a day like any other, the sun rising in the east, the clouds streaked with orange, red and gold as dawn spread across the island of Manta Carlos, but all that changed when a large, black shape began to descend from the blue sky above.
It was far off the coast of the island, and of no immediate threat, but it would surely draw the attention of the curious who made out the smudge in the distance, it would surely be an attraction to those who knew how large that smudge had to be to be seen at such a distance.
But that ominous form did not last long in the rosy dawn, as the fingers of golden light played across its dark, metallic exterior a small number of fighter planes from the closest mainland intercepted the mammoth object, after repeated requests for identification, after repeated warnings one of the planes, a mere speck from the islands shores fired a single burst into the vessels hull.
An accident? Perhaps, pilots were after all still human and could easily be frightened, especially by monstrous ships of a doubtless extraterrestrial origin that failed to respond to any form of communication. But Accident or not the burst of machine gun fire struck something sensitive beneath the vessels metallic hull and a gout of blue flame roiled across the fighter plane that had committed the attack.
From there things went from bad to worse for the descending vessel, the engulfed fighter plane immediately went down, smoke rising from multiple points on its chassis, and the remaining fighters, flitting to and fro like birds about a building unleashed their own weapons.
A series of small explosions rent the dawn sky, shards of black metal falling from the vessel as the red lights that lined its hull flickered and died. Any semblance of a controlled descent was lost and the morass of twisted metal crashed down into the sea.
<div align=center><Error>
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<Error>
<Err....
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<div align=right><Analytical systems restored to Functional status>
<Sensory systems impaired, performing limited sweep of immediate surroundings>
<Detected threats negligible>
<Running Self Repair protocols></div>
The Ry'leh rolled onto its humanoid back and gazed up at the clouds above its new head, uncaring of the fact that its new face was covered in wet sand, it lifted its slender fingers before its new humanoid eyes and wriggled each of the digits, testing their flexibility and responsiveness, at least its motor functions seemed undamaged, small venting ports opened within the back of is new form and the Ship in human form rose to its bare feet, venting heated air behind it to rise in a smooth movement, but once it found itself standing it was faced with an intriguing conundrum, how on Makosia did these bipedal, hairless primates walk without falling flat on their faces!
The Ry'leh lifted a leg experimentally, the venting ports in its back still helping it keep its balance, but it was well aware that humans did not have such obviously unnatural features, as it began to work out how to use its sensory equipment to balance on a single leg it attempted to take a step... And wound up face down on the sand of the beach.
"Hrrm"
Was all the vessel said though as it rolled onto its back, emitting another blast from its venting ports it rose once again to a standing position, and that raised another curious thought, how on Makosia did these beings normally get onto their feet in the first place!
The vessel tested its range of motion with each of its limbs, bending, contorting into fantastic figures that only the most talented of human contortionists, within its semi-organic brain the range of motions each limb and joint was capable of built a much more complete model of just how it should be able to move. While it had gathered a significant amount of information before landing it was finding there was a significant difference between information stored in databanks and actually, practically applying that information.
One step, then another, the Ry'leh was quickly learning how to meld the data it had uncovered on the human species with the new body it had constructed for itself, it was rapidly learning how to walk, to balance and to move, for any on the shore who had seen the new arrival to their shores wash up on the sand before performing such bizarre actions the Ry'leh must have been a curiosity indeed, at least since it had been so early in the morning only a few of the islands inhabitants were out and about.
The Ry'leh looked about it once more, its new eyes processing information in a way that it had never tried before, but thankfully in a way not to dissimilar to its usual on board optical monitoring systems, it analyzed those that stood upon the beach, and any who approached with a quizzical tilt of its head.
<div align=right><Occupants of island are human>
<All occupants in immediate vicinity possess coverings that do not appear to be protective in nature>
<This observation corroborates initial scans and experiments on native inhabitants>
<Conclusion: Human coverings may be of symbolic nature, religious nature or required by human society>
<Addendum: This vessel must acquire human coverings immediately></div>
The Ry'leh's eyes again searched the beach, in an unhurried and unconcerned manner before turning to approach one of the females of the human species, its eyes studied the female for a moment or two before pointing to the bag she had brought with her.
"May this person borrow your additional coverings?"
The vessel had at least taken the time to download a significant amount of information on human language and grammer, but it would still take time to work out the nuances of conversation. Whether it was unaware of just how strange it seemed, or whether it simply did not care those that watched the strange woman who had washed up on their shores would not know, but now that this strange woman was here she was going to have to find a place for herself... Hopefully not in a prison cell or psychiatric ward!
