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[Stirk]

"They're a bug!" Culla chirped cheerfully. "They flew up from their planet surface into space."

"Planet's surface? So it isn't a Gas Giant then, is it? Looks like this planet will need a new name...Hmmm....if this planet has a surface, the magnetic field is likely powerful enough to push him along without needing to physically move, if he can control it with his wings...What a useful ability, to make unmanned space jumps! Magnetic propulsion! How many wings does he have?  Are they metallic? Where are they located on his body?"

Nick takes one of the papers in his hand, still blank, and pulls out a (space)pen. He immediately squats to the ground and begins furiously sketching, starting with what the insides of a magnetic wing would look like.

"...They are an intelligent and still living being. Not a specimen."

"Specimen is the opposite of an insult, human girl number two. It means that they are amazing creatures that our Universe should be proud of simply being host to! Specimens capture the mind, dancing in the imagination in ways that you can scarcely understand. Specimens march our advancement of Science forward simply by their very existence! An Anomaly like you should at least get the general idea of this..."

He continues drawing without slowing down as he speaks, apparently not even looking up from his still-developing work before him.

[Twinwolf]

Her face goes pale, as she had not yet mentioned her psionics.

Spoiler: Telepathy to Nick (click to show/hide)

How the hell did you know? Just think the response, I'll hear it.

[Shaporia]

Resun stared at Nick for a moment, before slowly shaking his head and looking over at Hector, mumbling something under his breath. He looked back at Nick saying, "Just don't cut the thing open when it gets here, okay?"

[Stirk]

Spoiler: Nick's Not At All Psychotic Mind (click to show/hide)

All humans who come from worlds Far from Earth are Anomalies to me, too human to be interesting, but with the potential do develop Xenos-like abilities bumping them up to Specimens. Your armor gave away your origins, but you had no obviose capabilities that I do not have cataloged. Even this is simply too boring for me to keep notice of, the only interesting thing about it would be the Potential that it was due to having the blood of Xenos in your veins... Now if I made an incision here, I could remove this layer without damaging the circulatory system that is no doubt vital to controlling the magnetism in the wing. The powerful muscles necessary in normal wings would have to go along here, while the wing would have to be....

Resun stared at Nick for a moment, before slowly shaking his head and looking over at Hector, mumbling something under his breath. He looked back at Nick saying, "Just don't cut the thing open when it gets here, okay?"

"There must be one I can cut up somewhere...."

[kilakan]

"A smaller example of the species would be ideal for our purposes. And, far less lethal to us. That was merely the largest one I was able to pick up on my ships sensors." She said.

"As for your visit...I suppose we can go ahead with that if you are confident and it can be done with no risk. You can meet the crew. I will be opening a portal on the side of my 'metal nest'-we call it an 'air-lock'. I will come out in my own suit to avoid potential biological contamination, and meet you there, friend."

Action: Camilla goes to meet the little fellow at an airlock door once Culla and he are done with the conversation. She escorts him to to the refectory.

Also, to avoid potential cross contamination, she goes and suits up beforehand-and urge the rest of the crew to do the same.

    Heading into the airlock as the rest of the crew talks excitedly behind you, you wait as the dial ticks down until the airlock is fully emptied of the ships precious atmosphere.  Movement is evident on the abandoned stations hull, moments later a burst of colored dust billows out before sucking back in and propelling the alien specimen towards you.  As he gets close, he similarly billows out his wings and the dust following them to slow himself down as he comes to a stop inside the airlock.  Bowing to you he waits for the airlock to cycle before following you through the ship.  Relatively ignoring the others until he is in the refractory, at which point you have noticed that the crystal dust has solidified along his wing tips giving them a glittering jagged edge.
    "What a glorious looking nest you have, and this moves as well of it's own?  Truly you must be the highest of nobility among your peoples."  He sings slowly and you can see the light vibrating through the crystals on his wings forming colors that you have never even seen before.  "I have many questions, but being your guest I shall wait till you have exhausted yours my gracious hosts."  he chitters as the ships comms continue to translate for him, the vibrating singing is more felt than heard and makes all of you feel both excited and overjoyed.

[Twinwolf]

Spoiler: Telepathy to Nick (click to show/hide)

Alright then... but please don't mention this to any of the others... some people get kind of violent if they figure out the kind of stuff I can do.

Anita has questions, but can't really think how to phrase them.

[Shaporia]

Resun sits down in a nearby chair, just quietly listening and constantly glancing over at Nick. Just to make sure.

[Stirk]

Spoiler: Nick's Head (click to show/hide)

So that is how the magnetism is controlled! Yes, a brilliant mechanism...Ah, these notes are useless now! But this is much more useful than I thought it was! Think of all the potential uses, even if we could just farm this off of him...Oh, did you say something Hector? No, this is much more barbaric...And it hardens too! I could add this to armor, if we use enough of it we could achieve lift off even on normal planets...*He proceeds to ignore the poor Human Girl*

Nick proceeds to jump up from his sketches, and begins rubbing the creature's wings with his gloved hands. He starts feeling the pulse, attempting to discover how the wings work on a biological level, without getting himself cut.

"Greetings. This is a standard human greeting, nothing odd. Do you have any shedding I can borrow? How about some of that dust?"

[Shaporia]

"..." Resun switches on his radio, "Hey Mac, you got some time? I wanted to give you a quick check up and see if you need any repairs." He watched Nick with concern before getting out of his seat and walking to his workshop.

[kilakan]

Spoiler: Nick's Head (click to show/hide)

So that is how the magnetism is controlled! Yes, a brilliant mechanism...Ah, these notes are useless now! But this is much more useful than I thought it was! Think of all the potential uses, even if we could just farm this off of him...Oh, did you say something Hector? No, this is much more barbaric...And it hardens too! I could add this to armor, if we use enough of it we could achieve lift off even on normal planets...*He proceeds to ignore the poor Human Girl*

Nick proceeds to jump up from his sketches, and begins rubbing the creature's wings with his gloved hands. He starts feeling the pulse, attempting to discover how the wings work on a biological level, without getting himself cut.

"Greetings. This is a standard human greeting, nothing odd. Do you have any shedding I can borrow? How about some of that dust?"

    He seems a bit off put by your claiming it is a standard human greeting, where as none of the other humans seem to be greeting him that way.  "Well, we could harvest some for you if you like.  They form naturally in the upper atmosphere, it is a rite of passage for my people to fly high enough to harvest them after which we rarely touch the ground once more.  I'd gladly gift you some of mine but it would return to me uncontrollably, it has been a part of me for many hundreds of cycles."  he pauses for a moment to twist his head to look at you as you walk to his other wing.  "As for shedding, I am guessing you mean my exo-skeleton?  Yes we molt on a number of occasions, I am wearing the molt of a larger of us that was specially treated to serve me at this height as he was of the lineage that survives even in extreme cold."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

1d10=8, target number is 5 (int)+2 applicable skill +2 willing specimen=9.  Slight success

You can not feel any pulse but you can see pockets of liquid shooting up and down channels inside his relatively clear wings, it seems that in place of muscles he has a pneumatic body system that functions for both movement and circulatory.  As well the humming appears to be moving the crystals around the surface of his body, which it in turn is caused by the sawing of millions of tiny hairs inside what would appear to be his mouth, though a secondary opening below it would more likely be his actual mouth.

"..." Resun switches on his radio, "Hey Mac, you got some time? I wanted to give you a quick check up and see if you need any repairs." He watched Nick with concern plastered all over his face before getting out of his seat and walking to his workshop.

Mac responds over the audio, "Ye ain't touching my circuitry you bloody robophile."

[Flying Dice]

((As requested over on Roll20, here ya go.))

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Keregan Balzar

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Biography: Born to farmers on a now-nameless colony, Keregan developed his hatred at a young age in the way most such people seem to: through pointless personal tragedy. He lost his father to disease, his mother to pirates, his uncle and aunt to native fauna, his older sister to native flora, his younger brothers to a cliff and a small stream respectively, and his gene-modded dog to a shuttle pilot who didn't check his landing zone before touching down. Left with nothing, he was picked up in a periodic recruitment sweep by the Brethren of Holy Terra, a radical splinter group which had broken off from the old Earth First movement more than a century before.

There, his vague and childish dislike was honed into a keen weapon. Keregan trained daily to learn to distinguish vile alien weeds from noble Terran crops such as the variants of Ambrosia Asteraceae. He conducted his morning exercises by marching on and striking at posters of crude caricatures of alien life forms, and read blatantly biased historical accounts in his leisure time. As Keregan aged, he was drilled relentlessly in both the use of his weapon of choice and methods for seeking out foul aliens and race-traitors to apply it against. Released into the field at the ripe old age of seventeen, Keregan spent the next twenty years stomping on alien plants, conducting vigilante justice against alien shoplifters, and narrowly escaping lengthy prison sentences.

He was ever-loyal to the Brethren, yet each individual has their moment where they realize that their teachings are not perfectly accurate. Keregan's was the day that he witnessed one alien killing another. This, he thought, is the face of the future.

Description: Keregan is olive-skinned, blue-eyed, and clean-shaven all around, eyebrows included. He wears his badges of office proudly: an armored cloak, trousers, and vest in deep forest green, topped off by a round, tight-fitting cap with a fuzzy dongle hanging from the top.

Physical Description:

Weapon Skill (WS): 6

Ballistic Skill (BS): 1

Strength (STR): 4

Toughness (T): 3

Agility (AGI): 4

Perception (PER): 3

Intelligence (INT): 2

Willpower (WP): 3

Fellowship (FEL): 1

Skills:
  Energy Melee
  Sniff 'Em Out: One single target dominates Keregan's mind; he has double perception for the purpose of tracking and investigating that individual creature. This obsession does not shift easily: a new target can only be designated once per month unless the current target is killed or captured.
  Give No Ground: With a combination of skill and mobility, Keregan can use his blade to parry things that others might not.
  Counterstrike: A successful parry offers a chance of leaving the attacker open to a single attack in response.
 
Equipment:

Weapon-Vibration sword

Armor-Light Basic

Misc-Lockable quarters. A tiny room with a single door that can be easily locked with an inward-facing mechanism and no electronic components. The sole ventilation grate is similarly constructed. The room itself is sparse, with little more than a cot and Keregan's battered old hardwood chest.

((Kila, you though it was Neonivek, but instead it was I, character-idea-thief! Also, looking forward to dying horribly to the monstrosities he was working on for you.))

[Shaporia]

"Eh, I tried." He flicks off both the workshop's lights and his radio's mic, walking into the armory to check if his armor and weapons were there.

[Stirk]

((Got to love how our squad is composed almost entirely out of zero-charisma melee fighters. How have our guys not all killed each other yet?))

"I see....I was wondering what your diet consisted of to make such things, but this would explain that! It is always wonderful to see how Specimen's bodies interact with their surroundings! And the way you make use of your own biological functions like that...taking advantage of your own molting for clothing is absolutely brilliant! A Specimen who can make their way to the moon under their own power...What a wonderful sight!"

He continues to rub the wing, before finally stepping back and examining him from a distance

"Perhaps the Other Specimen originated on his planet as well? Yes, that would be logical...This is likely not the first lunar flight this planet has made! Lets go to it! Lets go to that planet! Come on!"

[Twinwolf]

((My character just has few social skills, she doesn't hate everyone.))
"Ready to go whenever."

[Stirk]

((My character just has few social skills, she doesn't hate everyone.))
"Ready to go whenever."

((I was mainly talking about our resident Xenophobe/Xenophile  ))