Post by Chime on Jul 7, 2018 16:50:41 GMT -6
“Oh no...oh no, please don’t be broken...”
A little Namekian scrambled about in the cockpit of his also very little spaceship. Everything was lit by the red emergency lights, and every screen was showing white text on a black background, nonsensical technical information, at least to its pilot. He’d been relying on the computer to do most of the navigation and calculations on his trip from Namek, and his trust in its systems had been rewarded so far. Except the time he got lost. ...And the second time he got lost. And the time he nearly ran out of fuel because he didn’t notice the notice flashing in one screen, silently, for a cycle and a half. But that way okay! Those things had all worked out in the end.
This, however...this might be the end of the line for the ship. The Namekian boy had been coming into orbit above the Earth when a piece of debris hurtled toward his ship, faster than the computer had time to calculate and dodge, and certainly faster than he could manually swerve around it. It had hit some vital bit of machinery, and he’d gone hurtling down through the atmosphere. It was only by some miracle that he wasn’t injured more in his crash landing, and what wounds he did have, he quickly healed up with his magic. He only wished he could heal machinery with the ease he healed living things. It didn’t look like this would be flying again anytime soon, if ever. The doors still worked, to his relief, and he opened them to exit out into the sunlight of Earth.
His relief at being free only lasted three steps out of the ship, because that’s as far as he could get before his feet met open air. The ship had landed in the most precarious position possible, on top of a spire of stone. Similar spires were all that he could see when he looked around, too, he seemed to have landed in a mountain range of some sort. The Namekian boy sat on what little bit of the spire’s peak isn’t taken up by his ship, knees pulled to his chest. He sighed, then started muttering to himself, a habit he’d picked up after such a long trip alone.
“What a mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Chime. Maybe the elders were right. You’re going to die up here on a rock and no one will ever...oh!” Chime’s antenna twitched and he looked up, into the distance several spires over. Perched on the spire was a creature, orange in color, with scaly skin and an oblong head, folded leathery wings...
“Pterodactyl!” Chime shouted and jumped up in his excitement, nearly falling of the spire. Something familiar, that was comforting! And it could be a way down from here, if he can get it’s attention. He tried waving one arm around and calling, “Dino! Heeere, dinosaur, come to me!” but the pterodactyl only gave him the slightest of head tilts, blinks, then went back to ignoring him. Chime huffed, he’d been hoping for a warmer reception than this! The first living thing he met on Earth, and it doesn’t even like him. Frustrated to have come all this way for nothing, he picked up a rock and chucked it in the dinosaur’s direction.
Chime hadn’t been expecting it to hit. He wasn’t expecting anything at all, really, he was just upset. But the rock bounced squarely off the pterodactyl’s nose, hard enough to leave a mark, and that got its attention. Its head whipped around to face the little Namekian, and it made an unhappy, reptilian growl in the back of its throat, revealing a set of surprisingly bountiful, and sharp, teeth.
“I-- I-- I’m sorry! That was an accident!” Chime stammered out in some vain hope that creature understood him. He was already backing up into the broken ship behind him, and the pterodactyl turned to face him fully, and spread its orange wings in preparation to take flight. It’s incredibly fast, and also larger than he expected, both facts he got acquainted with as the beast soared toward him and his ship with feet extended. He tried to duck inside and slam the door-close button before it grabbed him, but the creature’s massive snapping jaws chase him through the doorway and catch the edge of his robe sleeve. For one frightening moment, he thought it was going to reel him in and devour him...but then the sleeve ripped, and he managed to stumble to the other end of the ship, where he cowered behind the pilot’s seat.
There was a creaking of metal as the pterodactyl pushed against the ship. Chime could hear its claws scratching against the hull, and then the ship lurching. Another scratch, and it lurched again. A third, and gravity took over, sending the battered ship containing one screaming Namekian boy towards the ground. He tried to hold onto the pilot’s seat, but loses his grip, and knocked around the sides of the ship painfully a few times before he summons up all his energy and willpower to produce a shield around himself. The lush blue of it was turned purple in the red light of the ship. The shield protected him from the impacts, but he kept getting knocked around the room, and the ship kept falling, falling...
Chime awoke with a jolt on the floor of the ship and sat up, promptly hitting his head on the side of the pilot’s seat and flopping back down again. Wait...pilot’s seat? That shouldn’t be there. Rubbing the spot between his antenna, he looked around to get his bearings. The floor he thought he was laying on was actually the wall, and the chair was jutting out sideways from its spot on the floor, perpendicular to him. He managed to wiggle around and get himself free after a minute, sporting several new tears in his clothes and bruises on his body. Compared to the ship, he was doing alright. Between the pterodactyl’s thrashing and falling however many dozens of feet to the ground, the hull had caved in on one side, and at least half of the machinery inside has been crushed.
Chime sighed, and sat on the mossy ground in front of his ruined ship. Those rocky spires jutted out all around him like a forest of stone, and in the sky above him, he could see Earth’s single sun shining bright, not a cloud in the sky. No murderous, flying dinosaurs either, so that was one thing in his favor. Maybe the pterodactyl decided he’d died from the fall, or got tired of him and left.
“Either way...” Chime said to himself as he healed his wounds with his glowing blue energy, “I haven’t been on Earth a day and already something’s tried to kill me. But I can’t go back...even if I wanted to. And I still don’t want to!” He hopped to his feet with renewed determination (and a wince, he’s still sore.) “All I have to do is get to civilization before something eats me.”
His new confidence started to evaporate almost as soon as it manifested, “I...I guess if I go in one direction long enough, I’m bound to find something? Oh boy.” He took a deep, steadying breath, then another, and turned to regard his ruined ship a final time. Then, the little Namekian starts making his way through the forest of stones and mountains, headed north, in hopes of finding some civilization, and maybe some friends without so many pointy teeth.
A little Namekian scrambled about in the cockpit of his also very little spaceship. Everything was lit by the red emergency lights, and every screen was showing white text on a black background, nonsensical technical information, at least to its pilot. He’d been relying on the computer to do most of the navigation and calculations on his trip from Namek, and his trust in its systems had been rewarded so far. Except the time he got lost. ...And the second time he got lost. And the time he nearly ran out of fuel because he didn’t notice the notice flashing in one screen, silently, for a cycle and a half. But that way okay! Those things had all worked out in the end.
This, however...this might be the end of the line for the ship. The Namekian boy had been coming into orbit above the Earth when a piece of debris hurtled toward his ship, faster than the computer had time to calculate and dodge, and certainly faster than he could manually swerve around it. It had hit some vital bit of machinery, and he’d gone hurtling down through the atmosphere. It was only by some miracle that he wasn’t injured more in his crash landing, and what wounds he did have, he quickly healed up with his magic. He only wished he could heal machinery with the ease he healed living things. It didn’t look like this would be flying again anytime soon, if ever. The doors still worked, to his relief, and he opened them to exit out into the sunlight of Earth.
His relief at being free only lasted three steps out of the ship, because that’s as far as he could get before his feet met open air. The ship had landed in the most precarious position possible, on top of a spire of stone. Similar spires were all that he could see when he looked around, too, he seemed to have landed in a mountain range of some sort. The Namekian boy sat on what little bit of the spire’s peak isn’t taken up by his ship, knees pulled to his chest. He sighed, then started muttering to himself, a habit he’d picked up after such a long trip alone.
“What a mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Chime. Maybe the elders were right. You’re going to die up here on a rock and no one will ever...oh!” Chime’s antenna twitched and he looked up, into the distance several spires over. Perched on the spire was a creature, orange in color, with scaly skin and an oblong head, folded leathery wings...
“Pterodactyl!” Chime shouted and jumped up in his excitement, nearly falling of the spire. Something familiar, that was comforting! And it could be a way down from here, if he can get it’s attention. He tried waving one arm around and calling, “Dino! Heeere, dinosaur, come to me!” but the pterodactyl only gave him the slightest of head tilts, blinks, then went back to ignoring him. Chime huffed, he’d been hoping for a warmer reception than this! The first living thing he met on Earth, and it doesn’t even like him. Frustrated to have come all this way for nothing, he picked up a rock and chucked it in the dinosaur’s direction.
Chime hadn’t been expecting it to hit. He wasn’t expecting anything at all, really, he was just upset. But the rock bounced squarely off the pterodactyl’s nose, hard enough to leave a mark, and that got its attention. Its head whipped around to face the little Namekian, and it made an unhappy, reptilian growl in the back of its throat, revealing a set of surprisingly bountiful, and sharp, teeth.
“I-- I-- I’m sorry! That was an accident!” Chime stammered out in some vain hope that creature understood him. He was already backing up into the broken ship behind him, and the pterodactyl turned to face him fully, and spread its orange wings in preparation to take flight. It’s incredibly fast, and also larger than he expected, both facts he got acquainted with as the beast soared toward him and his ship with feet extended. He tried to duck inside and slam the door-close button before it grabbed him, but the creature’s massive snapping jaws chase him through the doorway and catch the edge of his robe sleeve. For one frightening moment, he thought it was going to reel him in and devour him...but then the sleeve ripped, and he managed to stumble to the other end of the ship, where he cowered behind the pilot’s seat.
There was a creaking of metal as the pterodactyl pushed against the ship. Chime could hear its claws scratching against the hull, and then the ship lurching. Another scratch, and it lurched again. A third, and gravity took over, sending the battered ship containing one screaming Namekian boy towards the ground. He tried to hold onto the pilot’s seat, but loses his grip, and knocked around the sides of the ship painfully a few times before he summons up all his energy and willpower to produce a shield around himself. The lush blue of it was turned purple in the red light of the ship. The shield protected him from the impacts, but he kept getting knocked around the room, and the ship kept falling, falling...
Chime awoke with a jolt on the floor of the ship and sat up, promptly hitting his head on the side of the pilot’s seat and flopping back down again. Wait...pilot’s seat? That shouldn’t be there. Rubbing the spot between his antenna, he looked around to get his bearings. The floor he thought he was laying on was actually the wall, and the chair was jutting out sideways from its spot on the floor, perpendicular to him. He managed to wiggle around and get himself free after a minute, sporting several new tears in his clothes and bruises on his body. Compared to the ship, he was doing alright. Between the pterodactyl’s thrashing and falling however many dozens of feet to the ground, the hull had caved in on one side, and at least half of the machinery inside has been crushed.
Chime sighed, and sat on the mossy ground in front of his ruined ship. Those rocky spires jutted out all around him like a forest of stone, and in the sky above him, he could see Earth’s single sun shining bright, not a cloud in the sky. No murderous, flying dinosaurs either, so that was one thing in his favor. Maybe the pterodactyl decided he’d died from the fall, or got tired of him and left.
“Either way...” Chime said to himself as he healed his wounds with his glowing blue energy, “I haven’t been on Earth a day and already something’s tried to kill me. But I can’t go back...even if I wanted to. And I still don’t want to!” He hopped to his feet with renewed determination (and a wince, he’s still sore.) “All I have to do is get to civilization before something eats me.”
His new confidence started to evaporate almost as soon as it manifested, “I...I guess if I go in one direction long enough, I’m bound to find something? Oh boy.” He took a deep, steadying breath, then another, and turned to regard his ruined ship a final time. Then, the little Namekian starts making his way through the forest of stones and mountains, headed north, in hopes of finding some civilization, and maybe some friends without so many pointy teeth.
