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Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake knew he had hit the creature hard. A human would see stars or black out. The creature was still conscious, at least he thought. When the tail wrapped around him he knew it was still in the fight. Lance brought his right food up and forced it down against the creatures tail, fast and painfully. The moment he felt the creature release the grip he dashed towards it again. Blake was again surprised of his own strength as he jumped further than he could back on earth. The gravity on this rock was less than on earth. The male mercenary might not be equipped with fangs or claws, he had a body that was used to heavy gravity. This world offered him lighter work, no matter what he did. He rushed towards the creature as his fist connected against the creatures spine. Pain shot through his own fist as he noticed how strong the creatures bones where. Grabbing the pistol again he used the backside as a melee weapon. He remembered all the training he had done at boot camp. He knew what places would hurt the most. He hoped the creature would hate the same spots. He connected the pistol against the creatures neck as he heard the soft thump. Again he slammed the pistol against its neck. Blake was wearing lightweight Kevlar armour. He hoped that the creature would not strike at a vital area. Using his own body weight he pressed the creature down on the ground. His right food holding down its tail. Dont move! He said over and over again, hoping the creature could understand him.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Having his tail stepped on, especially by something so heavy, was certainly not comfortable. And the blow to his spine was far too close to his wings for him to be comfortable. He folded them tighter, as if that was the only part of himself that he was really worried about. They were big, things with long and light bones, folding into something surprisingly small. Blood was still dripping from the injured one, and he did not want more damage to it. Rair's neck was better armoured than the human's. His bones were harder, a slightly different structure and composition, maybe, even as they were lighter. The blows were not as stunning as they could have been. He tried to shift under his attacker. He was flexible, and his tail was already twisting from under Blake's foot. But he did not seem inclined to try to attack. The pressure on his wings was too painful, too insistent, and they were far too close to Blake's reach. If this... Thing wanted his submission, it could have it for now. If it gave him enough time to recover, he could fight another time. He reached back for Blake's arm, but his claws didn't dig into the skin, merely resting against the material of his clothes. He could have aimed for the artery he could feel, but hopefully that he did not was enough to show an intention. His fingers were long, slender, almost half an inch long and as hard as bone. He bent his head down, stretched out his tail again, out of the reach of Blake's foot.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake felt the thing ease up, during his third strike. He held back at the last second. He forced the tip of the pistol against the creatures arm as he made a noise. Bang! He waited a second as he tried to communicate that this little iron thing was something to be afraid of. When the creature had its head down, he slowly got off him. The release of the weight on top of him was already doing wonders for the creature. Again the merc said Bang Hoping the creature would understand that if he tried to move, it would be shot. From his pouch he grabbed two small steel rings. He quickly clasped them together, handcuffing the creature. He kept the gun pressed against his back as he looked the creature in the eyes. Move He said as he used his free hand to demonstrate walking. His index finger and middle finger mimicking moving legs. Walk He said again as he pushed the creature forwards. It was a short walk for the pair. Normally Blake would have travelled this distance in half the time, but he had to keep an eye out for the creatures tail. They were home. Blake pushed the creature into a small tree. It looked like they walked right against it, but the veins in front of the tree moved with ease. Inside was a makeshift mattress and salvaged equipment. Most of the dangerous stuff was to the left. He guided the creature to the right and forced it to sit down on the ground. Blake took his own spot to the left. He kept the pistol locked on the vital areas of the creature. The merc placed his own finger on himself as he spoke. Blake. Again he pointed.. Blake God he felt so silly. It was like teaching a dog to speak. Perhaps the creature was someones dog and the bracelet simply its collar
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

He understood that it was a weapon, and that he could not really defend against it. Rair tested the bonds as soon as he was handcuffed, jerking his hands against them. Clear enough that he was at this beings mercy. He kept his tail trailing low as he walked, trying to keep it non-threatening. Of course he was reluctant to be pushed into the small hollow he was a creature of air, he needed space. All of his kind were a little claustrophobic. But Blake managed it anyway. Rair did not fancy his chances against that metal thing, and not with his hands tied like that. Immediately, he moved as far from Blake as he could, right until his back was against the wall, and wrapped his tail neatly against his feet. He kept his eyes on the his captor. Was it trying to tell him its name? Blake, he repeated, a questioning note in the voice and cocking his head to the side. Certainly not like a human's voice, but the word was recognisable. His vocal cords were probably far more flexible than this.. 'Blake's. His own name was more of a series of chirps, but there were plenty of other languages that needed sounds similar than this thing was using. He made first the real sound that his name consisted of, but he could guess that this thing didn't have the capacity to repeat it. Using his tail to indicate to himself, he said, eventually, Rair. A use name derived from the written version of his native language.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake listened as the creature tried to pronounce his name. It was passable, the B still sounding weird at his second attempt. When the creature pointed the tail at himself he began to speak. First the bird like chirping again, but later in another sound. Ra.. Rair? He said as he stretched his cords hard enough to mimic the sound. He though he was close, and if not who cared. What Blake needed was information. He slowly moved the pointed pistol closer to his side. The act was a peaceful gesture. He could react swiftly enough from this position. He might not have claws, but his quick draw was second to none. Grabbing a small branch he began to paint two circles. In the first circle he drew a stick figure that resembled himself. Even writing the name Blake. The second circle he drew himself again, and the creature in front of him. Again writing his own name. He had tried to write down the creatures name as well as he could. A guess.. but it would suffice for now. He touched his own chest with his index finger as he pointed at the circle that resembled earth. Then he made flying motion with both his arms. When he pointed to the second circle, he made the motion of falling down. He hoped the creature would understand. He felt silly for using kindergarten style drawings to explain himself. With his free hand he grabbed a small fruit he had picked near his tree, throwing it next to the creature. He made the notion of eating, as he grabbed a similar fruit himself. He took a bite from it, and let the sour fluids fill his mouth. Eat He said as he took another bite. When the two creatures had finished the fruit, Blake pointed to the circles again. He placed the wooden stick close enough for the creature to use, if he could not explain himself correctly enough with only his tail.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

He watched what Blake was doing. Interesting. Falling? Did Blake not know why he was here? Also interesting was that Blake did not know any of the standard galactic symbols. Every child of almost every space-faring race was taught at least a few. Was he being offered food? Not helpful. He picked it up, licked it to taste it, but then put it down again. His senses told him that he could not digest it. It would probably make him sick. At best, pass through his system with no nourishment, at worst kill him. He needed meat. Could not Blake just tell by the teeth? A carnivore's teeth. But, then again, Rair had eaten yesterday. He could do without so far. How would he explain a false distress signal and an unexpected attack using pictures? He had never been any good at any sort of art... He did his best, drawing awkwardly with his hands cuffed, using the tip of a claw to scratch symbols in the dirt, first a symbol for his ship, a thing of aerodynamic curves, and then an explosion, and a fire. How to explain that his co-pilot was dead and that he had been looking for a way off planet? He did not know, so all he gave Blake was a confused little shrug. Finally, he draw the symbol for a star symbol for a day cycle. And then little straight lines that counted his days. Nineteen of them. He had found a worrying amount of wrecked ships, but how to explain that, too? They did not have words so far. Food and an exchange of information. Maybe he would not be brutally murdered!
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake might not have a fancy college degree, but he had something better. Quick wits. He not only watched the creatures pathetic attempt at communication, he watched his movements, the expression he gave. IT was clear the creature had some fear still inside of him. Not just because of the beating, but because of something else. He watched the drawing of a ship, the explosion, and the nineteen straight lines. Shipwrecked perhaps. And for nineteen days. He said softly to himself as he thought. He made it a habit to think out loud, to let the creature know he was thinking. Nineteen days was a very long time. He guessed that he would have survived most of the time by staying inside the crashed ship. The creature could be tough in a fight, but there were some top notch hunters in these woods. A trained warrior could survive a few days outside. A crash-landed alien without any firearms or any signs of training in combat.. Who knows, He might be mistaken. Blake made eye contact with the creature as he Drew 2 long straight lines and one smaller one. Two and a half day He said as he pointed at the numbers. He then pointed at the door outside, trying to emphasize he was outside during his stay here. The creature had not eaten, he would probably need another source of nourishment. Perhaps later that night, he would go out and hunt for game. He slowly made a show of placing his pistol to the ground, next to his left feet. He hoped it was enough to relax the creature a bit. He had of course a second pistol behind his back. Though smaller calibre, it would do the job just fine. He dug through his backpack until he found what he was looking for. It was the last of his dried beef. He removed the plastic wrapper and placed the three thick pieces of meat in front of the creature. He then moved to his place and painted an animal, or something like it. Then he pointed at the meat again. He hoped the creature.. or Rair would understand it was meat. Meat He spoke while taking a bite from one of the three pieces..
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

From contexts, he could work out what words meant. It was better it Blake spoke. He could tell that the beef was better from the smell of it, almost immediately. It was hard not to just pounce on it. He lifted a piece, holding it between his claws. He made very short work of it, his teeth shredding it to pieces. He didn't technically need to bother with the chewing. He could probably digest this in large chunks. But the taste was good... He enjoyed it. Blake putting down the gun relaxed him enough to unfold his injured wing again. He twisted far enough to begin to lick his own blood off, with a surprisingly long tongue, taking off the coagulated blood, reopening the wound, and then very carefully realigning the membrane. If he got enough time to rest, it would heal well. It only took only moments for his wounds to stop bleeding, and maybe a day or two for it to be full healed. He was hoping. He took off as much of his own blood as he could, until his scales smelt right again that is, of nothing, more like dry dust than anything. Maybe he had no fire-power, but he was naturally hard to find. His skin kept heat in, and he left virtually no heat signature. So many things here seemed to hunt using infra red... It was a little surprising. Rair tended to be roughly the same temperature as the environment. He was not quite warm blooded, and not quite cold blooded. Something in between. A desert creature was not right for this planet.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake grinned as he noticed the creature almost diving towards the meat. It chewed and ate civilized. The long and sharp teeth again putting the mercenary at full alert. He had inspected the creature from top to bottom. The claws and teeth looked sharp and strong. The muscles in his jaw and arms were less the part. It seemed the creature had evolved more towards flight than assault, and he had guessed in a lower gravity than earth. The jaw would not rip his arm off, but it would surely pierce his skin. He imagined it would have the strength of a German Shepard. As the creature began to lick its wounds and recover himself, Blake was amazed at the recovery rate. It was a neat trick. Was it biological or engineered?. Similar thoughts like this haunted his mind as he inspected the creature further. It was.. an interesting creature to say the least.. this Rair. Blake had enough of the talk for now as he moved his hands to his chest. He undid the straps of the backpack and placed the heavy object on the pile, next to the others. He then began to undo his Kevlar armour and leather straps. His armour was mostly created to provide defence against ballistics, but a knife would have trouble penetrating his armour. He had armour protecting his chest, groin, lower arms, lower legs, and knees. His helmet had been lost during the crash. It took nearly five minutes before he was done. Now he sat there bare chested, his green pants the only items he had on his person. He felt relaxed as the heat left him. A jungle environment was tough, even for a soldier. The creature seemed to dislike this climate as well. Blake grabbed a bucket of water and emptied it above his head. The sweat and dust flowing of from him. The cold water did wonders. He then grabbed his canteen and took a few sips from it. When he was done with drinking he moved towards the creature. He undid the handcuff on his left hand and attached it to its tail, the spikes would keep it in place. He then handed the canteen to him. Drink Water.. He made a drinking motion as he spoke the words again Water Drink..
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Seeing the human undo his armour was as fascinating to Rair as Blake found him. A far heavier being. Probably not as fast, but stronger - no doubt this thing could break his bones easily. But all he needed was to be able to fly... Blake would not be able to follow him into the air. Rair also doubted that Blake could cover as much ground. Rair could spend hours catching winds and gliding, with no real effort required on his part. To Rair, tossing a bucket of water over something seemed a horrific waste. But that was instinct rather than rationality. He had seen plenty of water here, with the great majority of it drinkable. When Blake was close to him, he could feel the heat from the human. A warm blooded creature, with a fast heart. His own was far slower. Enough to maintain a minimum temperature, but not all the activity that he may wish to do. He would need to bask during the day, or steal heat from something warmer. Arm to tail? That was almost more awkward than having both his hands bound. His tail was probably the part that he tended to like moving the most. At least there was still some slack. He took the canteen with a disgruntled sound at the way that he was being treated, and took only a single sip. He did not need much water at all, when he did not have sweat glands. It wasn't the heat that bothered him, but the damp. Drink? he repeated, as if trying to learn the sounds. While Blake stayed close enough, he reached out to touch with his free hand. Curiosity. He couldn't resist. His own was very smooth and dry, but this seemed soft, with fine... Natural polymers? Huh. What were those short soft little things.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake noticed the disappointed expression. The expressions the creature made were mostly body movements, shrugs, tail movements. Small but he now knew a bit about him, and he could try to read him. When the creature took only a small sip he was surprised. It reminded him of a lizard, back on earth. Blake grabbed the canteen and moved backwards. The creatures free hand reached out to touch him. The grasp was gentle, caressing even. The creature clearly wanted to demonstrate he meant no harm. God.. it was so long since he was touched gently. He again was reminded of his wife.. well ex-wife really. The touch of a gently embrace, or the feeling of anothers warmth. He had let the creature do what he wished. It was fascinated by his skin, and even more by the short hairs. Blake thought it might be a cultural thing. He placed his own hand on the creatures arm as he inspected the scales. They felt weird, not bad or something, just weird. For a minute he let the creature do what he wanted. Lance placed his hand on the creatures neck. Hurt? He said, making a hitting motion against his own neck. Hurt? he asked again as he wanted to know if the creature was ok. That and it would reveal a potential weakness. are you male or female He said out loud as he began to ponder the creature. IT was very lean, the wings where the only parts on his body that really where masculine. Perhaps it does not have a gender He moved the creatures hands away from him, as he grabbed a duffle bag, placing it close to the creature. He took a seat in front of him and nodded. Ok he grabbed the creatures free arm and placed it on his head. ok
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

The fact that he moved away when his neck was touched probably said enough. He was fine, but... Bruising at least. Sore. It had been a long time since someone had actually hit him. His fights were usually fast and very short. There was rarely time for deep injuries to occur, and he was not really built to bear very many of them. Curious. What was Blake doing? Too short time ago this creature was trying to do as much damage as possible. But on the other hand, Rair has accepted his loss for now. Perhaps Blake understood that. The words he was beginning to instantly memorise, even if their meanings were not clear. He was starting to understand the system of sounds. Every language was complicated, but he had implants and training specifically to make it easier. A traveller like Rair had learned and forgot more languages than most people heard. He touched Blake's hair, running it through the side of his fingers. Rair's fingertips were not much use in touching, protected as they were with claws. His tongue was the more sensitive part that he might choose to explore another with... But he did not dare. This was not one of his kind, and he felt vulnerable with the metal around his wrist and tail. Even should he attack and fight Blake now, how would he get it off? It looked too fiddly for his claws. What are you, Rair mused to himself in his own language, touching the lines of Blake's face, running his thumb across the cheekbone. It was so strange to find that underneath the skin and the muscle, the structure of their skulls was pretty much the same. The universe played many jokes.
Thread: Getting to know the natives:  missedstations & flassche

Blake noticed the creature move his neck backwards. It had hurt He thought, as he inspected the neck further. He could see the difference between the two sides. The scales where tough but it was still a good spot for an assault. As the creature touched Blake's hair, running it through the side of its fingers, the sharp claws gently scratching his scalp, he felt a strange shiver. Human.. or.. simply contact, felt strange. IT was clear the creature was examining him as much as he was him. The Human male finally worked up his courage enough for him to do the following. Dont bite, ok he said softly as he moved his hands to the creatures mouth. Slowly caressing the sides, even letting the tip of his finger examine the sharpness of the teeth. He closely examined the muscle again as he confirmed his previous idea. For a few more seconds he explored the scales, the size of its jaw, the back of the head, even looking for ears. Next up was the hand. The long claws. It was hard to examine its hand at first, since the creature was too busy exploring him. After a few attempts he finally seemed to understand. He tested the strength of the claw, the length and sharpness. The digits where strange. Not suited for many complex task a human might do. Handling a pistol or rifle would prove hard for this creature, since the claw itself was too big to insert it in the small hole. Are you male or female? He asked softly. The creature just stared at him as he again asked the question. Male or female Again it fell on death ears. Blake stood up and tried to draw a picture for the creature again. It did not work, how to draw simple anatomy when dealing with a different species. Finally Blake gave up, placing his hands on the edge of his pants. Please dont attack now He said as he lowered his pants downwards, exposing his large organ. Blake Pointing at himself Male He pointed at the large yet flaccid organ. The exposed skin felt great. He was hot and sticky from the jungle. To expose himself like this proved refreshing and cooling.