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'Captain! Life support is failing!'
The ship shook feverishly, but the last remnants of panic were fading. The creatures on board, humanoid, biped, stopped where they were. They all knew they were going to die. Their mouthless faces showed the knowledge, but remained calm. Grey eyes were as cool as steel, their minds quiet. It was easy for their commander to reach out to them, sending words of encouragement.
'My people,' it started in a masculine, alien voice. The words were not in English, Chinese, or any language spoken on Earth, but in their own tongue. 'It has been an honor to lead you up to this point. Your families will remember you, your kin will regard you all as heroes, fighting here for them...' One figure stood from its station, cold eyes scanning the view-screen that revealed their imminent defeat. Death was not something to be feared, and yet, this one being's heart raced, pounded in its rough, scaled chest, the vibrations traveling through it's exoskeleton. It didn't want to die. It was afraid. Nostrils flared and decorated dreadlocks fell over its shoulders as it looked back to its commanding officer. There was nothing but silence, but the look that they saw in each others eyes was enough. The older Sectid nodded, and the younger of the two moved, nearly tripping over the console as it ran. It didn't have to die. None of the others gave it a second glance, understanding. It was young, even at half a century; it didn't need to die with the rest of them. It's time would come.
The Sectid climbed into the escape pod, the door sliding shut behind it, several different lights coming to life. The coordinates didn't need to be set. The lever was pulled just as the corridor exploded, usable oxygen combusting into super hot flames. The light was blinding, and red warning lights flashed as the small ship took off. Their warship failed then, exploded just outside of Earths atmosphere. No one noticed the small vessel that held a single life, and no one tried to stop it as it went hurdling towards the planet below...
The metal rubble, all that was left of the tiny ship, was pushed and shoved out of the way. A three-fingered, grey hand clawed at the sand desperately, dozens of cuts and scrapes oozing a silvery liquid, wetting the ground. Eventually, the creature managed to dig and claw it's way out, sporting a deep gash over it's left eye and another wound along it's left shoulder. The sky was dark, with a single moon. It was unimpressive, insignificant compared to the nighttime scenery from the Sectid home world. The creature loathed this planet, hated its inhabitants.
Gripping the wounded shoulder, the young Sectid stood, catching sight of what appeared to be a major city. After a moment, after examining its surroundings, it slowly began the trek in that directions. It was still dark, it would be easy enough to get in unnoticed. Finding a quiet, abandoned place would be the safest way to go, to hopefully find first aid. Metallic blood still ran down the creatures arm, dripping from its fingertips to stain the sand.
There was hope. It was still alive, even if it was stranded on an foreign planet inhabited by hostiles. At least those hostiles were advanced, and at least this particular Sectid had the ability to build, and to fly. It just needed supplies...
The ship shook feverishly, but the last remnants of panic were fading. The creatures on board, humanoid, biped, stopped where they were. They all knew they were going to die. Their mouthless faces showed the knowledge, but remained calm. Grey eyes were as cool as steel, their minds quiet. It was easy for their commander to reach out to them, sending words of encouragement.
'My people,' it started in a masculine, alien voice. The words were not in English, Chinese, or any language spoken on Earth, but in their own tongue. 'It has been an honor to lead you up to this point. Your families will remember you, your kin will regard you all as heroes, fighting here for them...' One figure stood from its station, cold eyes scanning the view-screen that revealed their imminent defeat. Death was not something to be feared, and yet, this one being's heart raced, pounded in its rough, scaled chest, the vibrations traveling through it's exoskeleton. It didn't want to die. It was afraid. Nostrils flared and decorated dreadlocks fell over its shoulders as it looked back to its commanding officer. There was nothing but silence, but the look that they saw in each others eyes was enough. The older Sectid nodded, and the younger of the two moved, nearly tripping over the console as it ran. It didn't have to die. None of the others gave it a second glance, understanding. It was young, even at half a century; it didn't need to die with the rest of them. It's time would come.
The Sectid climbed into the escape pod, the door sliding shut behind it, several different lights coming to life. The coordinates didn't need to be set. The lever was pulled just as the corridor exploded, usable oxygen combusting into super hot flames. The light was blinding, and red warning lights flashed as the small ship took off. Their warship failed then, exploded just outside of Earths atmosphere. No one noticed the small vessel that held a single life, and no one tried to stop it as it went hurdling towards the planet below...
The metal rubble, all that was left of the tiny ship, was pushed and shoved out of the way. A three-fingered, grey hand clawed at the sand desperately, dozens of cuts and scrapes oozing a silvery liquid, wetting the ground. Eventually, the creature managed to dig and claw it's way out, sporting a deep gash over it's left eye and another wound along it's left shoulder. The sky was dark, with a single moon. It was unimpressive, insignificant compared to the nighttime scenery from the Sectid home world. The creature loathed this planet, hated its inhabitants.
Gripping the wounded shoulder, the young Sectid stood, catching sight of what appeared to be a major city. After a moment, after examining its surroundings, it slowly began the trek in that directions. It was still dark, it would be easy enough to get in unnoticed. Finding a quiet, abandoned place would be the safest way to go, to hopefully find first aid. Metallic blood still ran down the creatures arm, dripping from its fingertips to stain the sand.
There was hope. It was still alive, even if it was stranded on an foreign planet inhabited by hostiles. At least those hostiles were advanced, and at least this particular Sectid had the ability to build, and to fly. It just needed supplies...
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