While the others stood moderately perplexed Ammash found it imperative that she take the lead. The ship may have crashed, but she was still the captain. It was not the ship which gave her that role.
For the third time, Ammash willed her lips to form the words, “who are you?”
To any of the crew this would have seemed like the most obvious question, but to Sar it wasn’t.
“Sar,” she responded, with a smile that suggested she had known them for too long. The others were approaching quickly and put an end to this awkward meeting.
Within a half hour of standard time since their ship had broken through the atmosphere, they were flanked on all sides by oddly welcoming Homo-sapiens. They differed little from the four crew members, Ammash, Zack, Rath and Tetlee, who had formed a tight circle. The crew stood uneasily with their backs pressed against each other’s while the humans began to close on them from all sides.
Many in this situation would have decided that panic was the right choice. Among these people would be Tetlee who began to scream with a voice that would give a high school cheerleader a run for her money. Despite its shrill pitch, the approaching newly discovered people, which was only what Ammash was guessing they were, did not hesitate. Either they didn't recognize her fear, or they simply didn’t care. Either way their circle numbering in almost a hundred began to close around the grounded crew and embrace them. It would be a nightmare if they didn't seem so genuine about their affection.
The scene changed drastically as Ammash noticed something wholly out of place within one of the elderly person’s hands.
Glistening in the human’s hand was a small layer of green jelly. Ammash had always had a weakness for the lime jellies sold by the Imperial British Fleet shops, but this was certainly not that sort of jelly. The elder walked forward slowly, displaying nothing but unmistakable love. None of the crew was interested in touching the substance. While the others moved in around continuing their joyous embrace Tetlee was forced closer. The cacophony continued as Tetlee latched to Ammash’s arm. She clung to Ammash in the hope that it would dispel the terror of what was coming. It did not. This instinctual reaction was not missed by Zack who was surprised that it was not he who was latched to.
Zack crouched slightly letting him spring forward. He was expecting some resistance from the suspiciously lovely crowd. He met none. Not one of the oncoming huggers even jolted as he crashed through them making a straight line to his sister, who was rooted in terror only a few paces away.
After parting the small sea, of what were hopefully people, he made firm contact with the slime wielding elder. He was easily over the age of eighty and crumpled on the impact of Zack’s weight. His brittle bones were no match for the adult’s adrenaline fuelled rampage. It took a short second for Zack to get a hold of himself and realize he was laying on top of the elder’s body.
He spun his head around to get a better view of what his actions had done. It was surprisingly little. Other than the elder, the crowd seemed unfazed by the sudden outburst of aggression. It was only the elder who completely comprehended the fact that he was now dying. His body had been pummeled into the ground with reckless force.
Zack looked down at the body of his victim with more than a little shame. The elder clutched Zack’s forearms tightly. Zack waited. After what he had done he owed it to the old man to let him cling to him in his dying moments. It was only after the elder relaxed into death that Zack remembered.
He looked down at his arm to see the green ooze smeared upon it. Up close he could see small bursts of green light dashing within the substance, which was anything but simple ooze.
For the third time, Ammash willed her lips to form the words, “who are you?”
To any of the crew this would have seemed like the most obvious question, but to Sar it wasn’t.
“Sar,” she responded, with a smile that suggested she had known them for too long. The others were approaching quickly and put an end to this awkward meeting.
Within a half hour of standard time since their ship had broken through the atmosphere, they were flanked on all sides by oddly welcoming Homo-sapiens. They differed little from the four crew members, Ammash, Zack, Rath and Tetlee, who had formed a tight circle. The crew stood uneasily with their backs pressed against each other’s while the humans began to close on them from all sides.
Many in this situation would have decided that panic was the right choice. Among these people would be Tetlee who began to scream with a voice that would give a high school cheerleader a run for her money. Despite its shrill pitch, the approaching newly discovered people, which was only what Ammash was guessing they were, did not hesitate. Either they didn't recognize her fear, or they simply didn’t care. Either way their circle numbering in almost a hundred began to close around the grounded crew and embrace them. It would be a nightmare if they didn't seem so genuine about their affection.
The scene changed drastically as Ammash noticed something wholly out of place within one of the elderly person’s hands.
Glistening in the human’s hand was a small layer of green jelly. Ammash had always had a weakness for the lime jellies sold by the Imperial British Fleet shops, but this was certainly not that sort of jelly. The elder walked forward slowly, displaying nothing but unmistakable love. None of the crew was interested in touching the substance. While the others moved in around continuing their joyous embrace Tetlee was forced closer. The cacophony continued as Tetlee latched to Ammash’s arm. She clung to Ammash in the hope that it would dispel the terror of what was coming. It did not. This instinctual reaction was not missed by Zack who was surprised that it was not he who was latched to.
Zack crouched slightly letting him spring forward. He was expecting some resistance from the suspiciously lovely crowd. He met none. Not one of the oncoming huggers even jolted as he crashed through them making a straight line to his sister, who was rooted in terror only a few paces away.
After parting the small sea, of what were hopefully people, he made firm contact with the slime wielding elder. He was easily over the age of eighty and crumpled on the impact of Zack’s weight. His brittle bones were no match for the adult’s adrenaline fuelled rampage. It took a short second for Zack to get a hold of himself and realize he was laying on top of the elder’s body.
He spun his head around to get a better view of what his actions had done. It was surprisingly little. Other than the elder, the crowd seemed unfazed by the sudden outburst of aggression. It was only the elder who completely comprehended the fact that he was now dying. His body had been pummeled into the ground with reckless force.
Zack looked down at the body of his victim with more than a little shame. The elder clutched Zack’s forearms tightly. Zack waited. After what he had done he owed it to the old man to let him cling to him in his dying moments. It was only after the elder relaxed into death that Zack remembered.
He looked down at his arm to see the green ooze smeared upon it. Up close he could see small bursts of green light dashing within the substance, which was anything but simple ooze.