Thread: Lost in space

The Ithreanian's where an ancient race, living around five hundred and fifty two Galaxies away from Earth's solar system. there was never any chance that Human's, and Ithreanian's would ever, truly come in contact with each other, at least... that's what was common sense. the Ithreanian's didn't even know human's existed, the few Galaxies that where possible to explore without Hyperspace had no hint of life, so when a Spaceship suddenly appeared around their Orbit, well... they noticed, and Captain Tuth'Alma was already in Space, gathering particles from the most recent collision of two large asteroids. Ithrea was a massive planet, covered in bright blue water, and massive, massive trees that encompassed every inch of the planet. Tuth'Alma ... Alma to her freinds, loved watching her planet from outside of Orbit, it was so gorgeously blue and green. unlike Earth, they didn't have Salt water, Salt was very rare, and the little they had, only went into the religious ceremonies as sacrifices to the three large suns that orbited around the Central planet of Ithrea. Ithrea, didn't move, it was the largest planet, the three smaller sun's orbited Ithrea like the Moon did the Earth. there was very rarely darkness on Ithrea, the only time there was darkness, was during the Lady Mother's Cycle, or 'winter' as Earthlings would know it, and even then, it was only for a few hours a night. Tuth'Alma turned as Alarms started blaring, sending the small ship of Five Itruan into panic, thinking they where about to be smacked into by another Meteor. they scrambled to their positions on their ship, which was so large that Trace's tiny ship wouldn't even be able to dent the massive Itruan ship. Tuth'Alma raced to the Front Deck, hitting buttons and switches as she raced through the long halls, her long wings spreading as she floating down a large tube that let out into the massive windowed room that held the steering controls. what she saw caused a loud shriek of shock to leave her lips. there was another ship floating towards them, Hyperspace particles floating all over it, clinging to it as if it it had just been dipped in paint. she couldn't see it with her own eyes, but the Ships computer automatically identified the particulates. ...that's not one of ours! a voice called down from one of the computer consoles. it's not of any Known species! another voice called, blue and read feathers flashing as the other two Ithrenian Itruan looked down at their captain. Hail it! Tuth'Alma demanded. see if anything is awake in there... they have a Hyperspace Drive, whatever it is! a fourth Itruan called, tapping quickly at a keyboard... nothing like what a human would use, and full of strange symbols, three times as many keys as a traditional human computer keyboard. Lock onto it! Alma demanded. pull it in... what is the breathing Atmosphere inside the ship? Oxygen rich, a little less oxygen than us.. that could be from breathing... as long as whatever is inside isn't going to die when we crack that strange thing open. Alma stated with a shrug of her wings as they carefully pulled the Ship into the Loading Bay. they hovered around it, examining the design and examining the strange metals before they pulled the doors open and Alma carefully slipped inside. it was tight, and cramped and she searched every inch of the ship, looking amazed as she found a strange creature... no feathers... no horns... no claws... no breasts! she gathered the... whatever it was, into her arms and headed back out, taking the... strange thing to the medical Bay, hoping maybe someone would know what it was. the Ships Medical Ithnian stripped Trace Naked and scanned him from head to toe, her tail curling around a Syringe which was passed to her hand as she carefully drew blood and set it into the Genetic Identifier, so advanced, it could even map out their... guests, Immune system. ...whatever it is, it's immune system is similar to ours, as is it's genetic makeup... it's just missing a few hundred strands... why is it so... bare? Alma asked, frowning a little. it doesn't have the right genetic structure... this is how it's supposed to look i think... my records indicate... that this might be a... Male, like in the Everfeild System. A male? how strange... Alma muttered poking at his cock. well, is it damaged? Alma asked, blinking a little as the other woman nodded. yes, a concussion it looks like, a cracked... oh my! look at all of those ribs! well one of them is cracked. but it will be easy to fix. the Doctor promised examining the human. hmm... this creatures anatomy is a little different, look at the size of it's lungs! and it's Muscle Structure!!! this, was an exciting day, it wasn't often that you discovered a new species! Ah! it's waking up! the Doctor declared happily, leaning over Trace, speaking to him... but he wouldn't understand her. their Linguistics where very different. she babbled at him, concern and excitement in her voice as she carefully moved her finger in front of his eyes. no matter the species, it seamed Doctors always wanted you to tell them how many fingers they where holding up and wanted them to follow it. she babbled at him for a moment longer before she seamed to realize that he couldn't understand her, and reached over and grabbed something that looked like a Head set, only the little buds hooked right into her ears, and the translator was settled into a hole in her lip. Can you understand me now, little creature? yes? good. i am Ima'Rual. this is my Captain, Tuth'Alma. i am this ships Medical Ithnian. i am going to heal you. she explained. you have a bruising of your brain, a concussion, which will need to be healed. and one of your... twenty four ribs, have been damaged, i will need to fix that as well. she admitted simply, showing him a small needle, full of a metallic little gray syrup. these are... oh how do you translate? very tiny tiny robots, they will fix everything damaged. she promised, carefully slipping the tiny, tiny needle into his skin. you will be sore for an hour or two, but the pain will fade after that. she promised as Tuth'alma slipped her own translator into her ears and lip. Ask him where his breasts are! she ordered simply, blinking at him, the Doctor chuckling a little. Ma'am.. i don't beleive he is supposed to have breasts... but everyone has breasts! Alma complained, prodding at his nipples. well... i suppose their kind of there... just very tiny, yes?