Orbis Conflict [IC]
The planet dubbed Orbis by the refugees was seeing troubling times lately. The natives were uneasy with the arrival of the two major colony ships made an emergency crash landing against major mountains. Several attacks, mostly made by the green skinned natives, were made against the two large transports but all had been in vain as the alien beings used their fowl sorcery against any attackers but made no move to attack just yet. Instead weird flying constructs came from the colony ships and monitored the various societies that inhabited Orbis.
Almost 90 Orbis rotations had passed since the colony had landed and an order had been issued for official scouting units to be sent out to see the natives first hand outside of aggression. Scientists and researchers work day and night to solve the language barrier between the natives and the xenos. Biologists and other of a similar field of study researched the planet’s wild and plant life and what they had gathered resulted that most of the species of the two colony ships were capable of surviving the Orbis atmosphere. Military and security personnel helped keep things in order as the xenos made the mountain their home and even getting some of their own life stock ready.
Talen made his way towards the command center of the military. He was being assigned as a scout and escort to researchers and scientists that would take part in the mission to make official contact with the natives. He walked past a few fellow Eztrak security officers and other species before going to the meeting hall. In the hall were other officials from the military and the scientific community. At the center of the hall was the military commander, a Tarellian*, and the lead scientist, a Yarkian**, involving alien studies. There they waited for the rest to arrive before starting their briefing.
“You have been chosen to take part in the first official contact with the natives. The team will be small since we don’t want to appear too threatening to them.” said the Yarkian scientist, his voice deeper than expected from a creature his size. “You shall be given proper gear and are to report at specific hours. Not to mention that any new samples you may find you are to get, send us the data and then bring back to study if we deem it worthy. Our most brilliant minds are working hard on solving how to communicate properly with the natives involving our translator nanites but progress is slow. You will be updated on its progress” The Yarkian continued.
“This is an observe and report mission” The Tarellian then said, his voice even deeper than the scientist’s and with a growling edge. “You are not to provoke aggression unless you are attacked first. You will have access to basic firearms and other equipment. You are not to go in blasters blazing” He ordered and his one good eye glared everyone. He wasn’t exactly the nicest Tarellian though that wasn’t really saying much.
Talen listened with great interest. He had his own blaster pistol at his side, a powerful energy weapon. He looked left and right at the other operatives that would be coming along. He knew some of them but maybe there were some that were late or had already been briefed before so he’d see later on. He was to be assigned as security agent to protect the group. His stinger tail wagged slowly, his arms folded as he listened to the Commander who proceeded to show a map of Orbis but it was partial static. The odd energies that filled the world were distorting various tech such as satellites and sometimes other things would go wrong at random occasion. Those occasions were however few and far apart and very rarely harmed anything crucial. The map however was serviceable for the mission and showcased any possible major settlements that the natives had.
Talen watched as the holographic image of the map and then turned his head and then downwards seeing a pointed eared Hadrack female. He knew this Hadrack as Dae Dae the robotic expert that worked at the district he had patrolled before the ships had crashed. “Hey. You’re going to join this team to understand Orbis some more?” He asked Dae, his mandibles moving a little upwards, the Eztrak equivalent of a smile. “Not afraid of the scary green skins?” He added with a small snicker as he ruffled her hair with his three fingered hand.
*A tall reptilian species who are very muscular and known for their brutish strength and ruthless tactics
**Short mammals with canine features such as the snout and fur. They are bipedal but are not colorblind.
Dwarves milled about at a large intersection between tunnels. Some had guards posted at them, and an excited clammer could be heard as the dwarves organized themselves.
"I dinnae give a snoot's elbow about what landed by yer border," hollered a dwarf caught in their midst, "Ah come here ta do a job, an' there be no reason fer tha mines ta be closed off." Kilo looked to his companions, frustration evident in his eyes. Two of them shrugged. The leader of the mission offered, "The strangers could have somth'n ta do with tha trade options. Ah think we should head out with tha scoutin' group an' see what's out there." Kilo snorted dissatisfaction, but went along with the crowd. He was only here to look at the mines. His companions were a soldier, a politician, and a merchant. They may be interested in what could be found out in the open, but to Kilo this was turning out to be a wasted trip.
"Mam, I am going to Dara."
The dark-haired elf woman turned to her small daughter. "Child," she said, "what is there in Dara that you do not have here?" She looked at her daughter as a human mother would look at a boy who had just announced he was going to run away to Vihrea Pilvi to live with unicorns.
Naire pursed her lips. "It's a big city," she said, "other races visit. I won't be the strangest one there."
Teolaí looked away. "I had not realized you felt this way," she said. It was her fault, and she knew it. I will find someone to escort you to Dara. You may stay with your cousin Níláit.
Naire had hoped to go alone, but she knew she could not expect it. At least her mam did not expect her to be the same as the other elves her age, what few there were. Elves did not often have children.
"Minn," Mork called out, "What looking for now?" The large hairy alien looked over her left shoulder. There was a barren land there, and it gave Mork a sense of familiarity. The sky-ships had landed in a greener place, with lots of shrubs. Some shrubs as tall as Minn, but all still shrubs. And no metal. The sky-flyers were mostly metal, so how could Minn and the others fix it without metal? There might be metal in the mountains, but they had not gone there first.
Scientists were frail. Was it better to be able to invent a sky-flyer or carry a sky-flyer? Mork did not know. Skrim would say better to be able to carry one, but little Minn was strong in other ways. No, not strong. Powerful. To the Lifandi, strength was the same as power.
Mork saw a creature move across the ground and returned her attention to the Kitcari. "Are these to eat," she asked, "or are they people?" It was not the question of a hungry savage; Mork did not often eat meat. But another might like to have some, and Mork did not want to anger the natives by mistake.
Dae Dae stood with her arms crossed quietly, expression blank as the Tarellian spoke about the observe and report mission. Dae wasn’t sure she was the best for such a mission, as she wasn’t the most social of beings, but then again she was never one to judge a book by its cover. Though she knew some of the natives had attacked them so far, that didn’t mean there weren’t other that were perfectly wonderful. She hoped to meet some of them and have a pleasant time either way. As she was listening and looking at the map, the Eztrak Talen ruffled her blonde waves and teased her a bit. She looked up at him with a closed lip smile, her dolly that was floating at her side turning and looking at the furry metallic man as well, waiting for him to do something menacing so it could attack and protect Dae. “Fear only keeps you from understanding things that are a bit… different. I’m not afraid of the others on this planet any more than I am of you,” she said softly, the small smile still on her face and not bothering to rectify her locks that had been slightly disheveled. “I want to see what kind of robotics or technology they have, if any. And maybe that will give us a common ground,” she said thoughtfully, moving her hands to her hips and thinking herself quite prepared for an outing from the ship.