[quote=@Kuchenlein]
"[color=fff200][i]Tengoklah! Deh Budak sudah bangun![/i][/color] ([color=green]Look! This boy has waken up![/color])" said the voice of a man in a soft voice.
"[color=fff200][i]Ahh, lamenye ni Tungguan...[/i][/color] ([color=green]Ahh, it was such a long wait...[/color])" another man spoke in response.

As this otherworldly marine opened his eyes, he would find himself surrounded by strange Asian dudes in spiked helmets.

One of the men, an old serene man that seem to emit a presence of wisdom, approached the outlander calmly. "Greetings there, s-s-..."
He ran out of words and embarrassed himself. "[i][color=fff200]Alamak! Wa tak pandai dalam Ingrishi. Apekah deh Kate bagi jatki Pendatangi dalam Ingrishi?[/color][/i] ([color=green]Shit! I am not proficient in English. What is the word for a newcomer in English?[/color])"

"[i][color=fff200]Uhhh...[/color][/i] ([color=green]Uhhh...[/color])" a Battlemage in fancy armor replied, "[color=fff200][i]Wa ingat dalam Ingrishi ade tu Perkatakan 'alien'... Tapi wa tak pasti ape Maksudkan ni Kates...[/i][/color] ([color=green]I recall there is a word 'alien' in English... but I am not sure of the word's meaning![/color])"

"Aha!" the old man smirked after getting help, "[color=fff200]Greetings there, alien. We Whampoans say safely arrival to here, our Reich. But we must ensure you headly.[/color] ([color=green]Greetings there, alien. We Whampoans welcome you here, in our Reich. But firstly we must identify you.[/color])"

The old man continued with his broken English, but with some fancy flavors added in, "[color=fff200]Spacely rockship yours fell from cosmos and hit soil close to Kwongtsou, nationally capital ours.[/color] ([color=green]Your spacecraft have came crashing down from space and crashed on our lands close to Kwongtsou, our national capital.[/color])"

"[color=fff200]So, what happen? Why come down from cosmos in spacely rockship? Why heard the warlike screams from recording spaceship's yours? We want know how you come here, we also want know background yours and spacely rochship yours.[/color] ([color=green]So, what happened? Why did your spacecraft came crashing down from space? Why are there screams of war from the recordings of your spaceship? We would like to know how you came here, and we are also curious of your background and your spacecraft.[/color])"
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He narrowed his eyes, looking at the man speaking broken Common, scrutinizing him with his piercing green eyes. He reached up and depolarized his visor, then looked around. He thought it wise to not raise the visor itself, and looked back to the man speaking Common. Speaking to himself, he said, "Activate language translator and compiler." If any hearing augmentation had been done to any of the men nearby, they could hear him, but only as a whisper. If not, then he was just moving his lips soundlessly. "Log one-five-two-nine. Drop-pod crash-landed on unknown planet. Communications link dead. Sentient life observed - presumably humanoid." He activated his in-suit external audio recording log so that this conversation would be recorded. "End log." He turned on the external speakers, allowing his suit to project his voice to the outside world (a combat suit of the make he was wearing is airtight, meaning it has its own atmosphere. The suit deadens sound, and the only way for someone inside to hear from outside is from a communications link or external audio feed, and the only way for someone outside the suit to hear is through enhanced hearing or external speakers) and read over what the suit had prepared for him. Although his suit's external audio feed had been deactivated so he wouldn't have to hear the all-consuming roar of the drop-pod's engines in hypersleep, the suit had read the man's lips, collected a basic meaning of his wording, and translated it to Common. He thought it prudent now to repolarize his visor since he was on an alien planet and then spoke. "I crash-landed here. I was... I [i]am[/i] a Confederate Marine. It'd be appreciated if you returned my C-16 now." He pointed to the disconnected C-16 Mutilator rifle, lying disconnected on a nearby table.
[@Kuchenlein]