[b]The Dreadnought, The Last Hope[/b]
As Fairlan coughed, his face took on the look of a frightened child's. His antennae folded backwards, pressing against his wet, black hair. Still, he wiped his face clean furiously, retreating slowly backwards into a corner. Once he finished cleaning his face, he took his hand away, revealing his eyes, opened as wide as they would go. He desperately tried to make sense of his surroundings, but it was just a blur of light to him. He groped around with his hands, after hearing the voice, they immediately became fists. His antennae wiggles furiously now, as if searching for something.

"Where am I?" He said in a panicked tone "What did you do to me, what the hell was that liquid? My arms are too light, what planet is this!?"

After a mere moment, his fear faded into a full panic, his antennae picking up speed as he continued to grope around as if trying to pick something up. His breathing became faster and faster as he began to sweat.

"Where's Emily?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?" He screamed, as his eyes began to glow a brilliant purple. He stood up abruptly, waking straight up to the man and grabbing his uniform. With the man closer to him, he could see his face. The image was still blurry, but basic features were noticeable. He certainly looked like a human or maybe Boskop, but Fairlan had never heard the man's accent before. He suddenly realized that the man had asked if he was okay, an odd thing for a captor to ask. He slowly let go of the man, using his freed hands to massage his temples.

"I have no idea who the hell you are, so let's start with a request: give me my visor. It's that glass strip that looks like it would clip onto my head, I kind of need it to see. I also need to know just what happened to Emily, and I would prefer to have the latter first."

((WIP, posted because I gotta get this bit out))