Serix studied the human’s face. He was tempted to ask more about this possible human-sympathetic Lunairan, but her guarded expression told him she wasn’t going to give him any answers. Instead he just nodded and rose to his feet. He was still a little shaky, but he ignored it as he found a more comfortable place to rest in one of the cushioned chairs.
When he sat down again he realized just how tired he was. At least the anxiety he was feeling from the Storm would help keep him awake to guard the human. He didn’t want her slipping off into the night while he slept. Serix leaned into the soft chair and let out his breath in a quiet sigh. He still had to figure out how to take care of the human before the following night, when he was supposed to return to the ship to report his findings and replenish his supplies. His eyelids felt heavy with sleep. There was still so much thinking to do, but he was too weary to plan rationally.
Another flash lit up the vessel, accompanied by the usual boom. This time, however, Serix was too exhausted to feel the usual leap of his heart. That wasn’t good. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep now.
“I guess it’s my turn,” Serix said, stifling a yawn. Talking to the human might help keep him awake. “I heard that your people created machines that could fight without a driver. Is that true?”
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Avery watched the unusual crew in silence. She didn’t understand half of what they were talking about. What information? What group did they have to ‘deal with’ now? She tried to puzzle it out, but she was still missing too many details to find an answer. She resolved to just sit quietly and wait for an opportunity to get away from them.
The blonde man finally gave her some useful information when he explained who they were. She raised a brow. Her father was sending people in to protect her? She never knew him very well, but she did know he wasn’t the type of man to waste resources without a reasonable cause to do so. Something big must have happened for him to hire private security like this.
Her kidnapper spoke up next, reminding the blonde man – Troy, was it? – that he was not in charge. That was good news. Perhaps she could just tell them to buzz off since she was their boss. They would have to do what she said, right? But that would be too good to be true. She couldn’t veto her father’s orders so easily. She would have to find another way to get them off her back.
The last member of her band of abductors moved a little closer. She took Avery’s chin in her hand to get a better look at her. Avery promptly reeled back from the woman and glared at her indignantly. The woman who had announced herself as Rebecca explained who they were in more personal detail, namely singling out her initial captor, Fletcher. Avery looked back at him and wrinkled her nose. He was her personal guard? He must be good at his job if her father was willing to hire him, but that didn’t mean she wanted him tagging along; especially when her line of business wasn’t necessarily one of good standing.
“I can take care of myself,” Avery said irritably. “Tell my father thanks, but no thanks—” She was abruptly cut off by a voice from the front of the vehicle. ETA? She had to rack her brain for the meaning of the acronym, since she wasn’t overly familiar with military-based abbreviations. After a moment, she remembered what it stood for.
“Where are you taking me?” Avery asked, still glowering at her kidnapping bodyguards.
The blonde man finally gave her some useful information when he explained who they were. She raised a brow. Her father was sending people in to protect her? She never knew him very well, but she did know he wasn’t the type of man to waste resources without a reasonable cause to do so. Something big must have happened for him to hire private security like this.
Her kidnapper spoke up next, reminding the blonde man – Troy, was it? – that he was not in charge. That was good news. Perhaps she could just tell them to buzz off since she was their boss. They would have to do what she said, right? But that would be too good to be true. She couldn’t veto her father’s orders so easily. She would have to find another way to get them off her back.
The last member of her band of abductors moved a little closer. She took Avery’s chin in her hand to get a better look at her. Avery promptly reeled back from the woman and glared at her indignantly. The woman who had announced herself as Rebecca explained who they were in more personal detail, namely singling out her initial captor, Fletcher. Avery looked back at him and wrinkled her nose. He was her personal guard? He must be good at his job if her father was willing to hire him, but that didn’t mean she wanted him tagging along; especially when her line of business wasn’t necessarily one of good standing.
“I can take care of myself,” Avery said irritably. “Tell my father thanks, but no thanks—” She was abruptly cut off by a voice from the front of the vehicle. ETA? She had to rack her brain for the meaning of the acronym, since she wasn’t overly familiar with military-based abbreviations. After a moment, she remembered what it stood for.
“Where are you taking me?” Avery asked, still glowering at her kidnapping bodyguards.
No I haven't! I want to see that too
The human was trying to be helpful without looking to gain anything in return? Serix found that hard to believe. He froze when she crouched down in front of him to speak with him face to face and found himself leaning further into the door. She had closed the distance between them enough that he had to look her in the eye, which was exactly what he was trying not to do at the moment. In that instant, he thought he understood the concept she called “personal space.”
“Look, you obviously don't know a lot about humans, so I'll kill you in on something. No matter what your people have said about us, we are smart. We're brave. Maybe weak. But there's one thing our kind have that myself have known and every other human on this planet probably noticed before they died, and that's our nature is much different from yours. On Earth, we don't need a reason to help someone. We just do it. We don't need something in return, because what goes around comes around. That's something we humans learned, yet something your people have yet to understand.”
Serix contemplated her self-righteous little speech. So humans believed acts of goodwill were to be done without expecting to be compensated? Thinking about it now, it wasn’t a bad idea. He tried to imagine how his life would have been on the ship if the Lunairans behaved in such a selfless manner. Maybe his mother wouldn’t have embarked on her suicidal mission if she thought about her child’s best interests rather than her own. The memory made his chest tight with complex emotions, so he shoved it away.
The human stood up again and looked down at him, “My father used to say that you should always help someone when you can, no matter how they are toward you, and good things will come your way. But when you're cruel to someone and you're likely to get a bullet in the back. So to say.” She crossed to one of the windows in the vessel and peered out at the rain. Another flash of light lit up her face. The booming noise that followed it was even faster and louder than before, making Serix jump again. It sounded like the Storm beast was getting closer. Still, the human wasn’t worried. If anything, she looked peaceful, staring out the window like that. Her serenity made him relax a bit.
“So, you can call me weak. Maybe even say I'm stupid for having such morals in a time when I'm likely to die. But it's who I am. Deal with it,” the human said. She turned away from the window and sat back down on the bed. Serix watched her from his spot on the floor. He didn’t think her ideals were foolish. He almost wished the Earthlings and the Lunairans had tried harder to come to peaceful terms. Maybe they could have exchanged customs and information and learned to live with each other. But it was too late for that now. His people took matters into their own hands and exterminated the human beings. Such was their nature.
“My turn for a question,” the human spoke up again. Serix raised a brow at her. So she was willing to trade inquiries with him again? “Were there any of your kind that switched sides in this war? You know, took our side in all of this?”
“I’m not sure I know the answer to that,” Serix tilted his head. There probably weren’t any, but he didn’t remember that far back. “To my knowledge, none of my people defended the humans, but…” He frowned. Could the higher powers have kept some information from the rest of the population? Were there others who shared his opinions about the humans? If so, what happened to them? The human’s single question raised a number of others in his mind. “I suppose it’s possible.”
Serix looked at the human skeptically, “Why do you ask?”
“Look, you obviously don't know a lot about humans, so I'll kill you in on something. No matter what your people have said about us, we are smart. We're brave. Maybe weak. But there's one thing our kind have that myself have known and every other human on this planet probably noticed before they died, and that's our nature is much different from yours. On Earth, we don't need a reason to help someone. We just do it. We don't need something in return, because what goes around comes around. That's something we humans learned, yet something your people have yet to understand.”
Serix contemplated her self-righteous little speech. So humans believed acts of goodwill were to be done without expecting to be compensated? Thinking about it now, it wasn’t a bad idea. He tried to imagine how his life would have been on the ship if the Lunairans behaved in such a selfless manner. Maybe his mother wouldn’t have embarked on her suicidal mission if she thought about her child’s best interests rather than her own. The memory made his chest tight with complex emotions, so he shoved it away.
The human stood up again and looked down at him, “My father used to say that you should always help someone when you can, no matter how they are toward you, and good things will come your way. But when you're cruel to someone and you're likely to get a bullet in the back. So to say.” She crossed to one of the windows in the vessel and peered out at the rain. Another flash of light lit up her face. The booming noise that followed it was even faster and louder than before, making Serix jump again. It sounded like the Storm beast was getting closer. Still, the human wasn’t worried. If anything, she looked peaceful, staring out the window like that. Her serenity made him relax a bit.
“So, you can call me weak. Maybe even say I'm stupid for having such morals in a time when I'm likely to die. But it's who I am. Deal with it,” the human said. She turned away from the window and sat back down on the bed. Serix watched her from his spot on the floor. He didn’t think her ideals were foolish. He almost wished the Earthlings and the Lunairans had tried harder to come to peaceful terms. Maybe they could have exchanged customs and information and learned to live with each other. But it was too late for that now. His people took matters into their own hands and exterminated the human beings. Such was their nature.
“My turn for a question,” the human spoke up again. Serix raised a brow at her. So she was willing to trade inquiries with him again? “Were there any of your kind that switched sides in this war? You know, took our side in all of this?”
“I’m not sure I know the answer to that,” Serix tilted his head. There probably weren’t any, but he didn’t remember that far back. “To my knowledge, none of my people defended the humans, but…” He frowned. Could the higher powers have kept some information from the rest of the population? Were there others who shared his opinions about the humans? If so, what happened to them? The human’s single question raised a number of others in his mind. “I suppose it’s possible.”
Serix looked at the human skeptically, “Why do you ask?”
I want to see that sooo bad XD
P.S: I'll have my next post up in a few
P.S: I'll have my next post up in a few
Unbroken :)
I'm cool with that :)
I'm going to the movies to hang with my grandparents, so I'll take a little while to reply today. Just fyi
I'm going to the movies to hang with my grandparents, so I'll take a little while to reply today. Just fyi
CoyoteKisses said
holy this is my Christmas present right here. Sorry guys, this past week I've been trying to get onto RPG, but it kept leading me to that white page of connection error thingyaob. Are any of you guys having this problem? :A;
Yeah, everyone is. It's even worse around Christmas because schools are letting the students out for winter break.
The site is getting overloaded with users :/
Serix has absolutely no idea what Cassie is doing XD
He doesn't understand the concept of being kind without an ulterior motive
He doesn't understand the concept of being kind without an ulterior motive
Serix wasn’t surprised when the human saw through his bluff. It didn’t matter. Even if she bought it, he couldn’t act on it anyways. If he were to actually bring her back to the ship, the pilot would know he was disobeying his orders. The human would end up dead and he would be in trouble as well. It was looking more and more like he would have to kill her while they were trapped here. But why did he feel so strongly against it? He shot the beast from earlier without a second thought. Why was the idea of doing the same to this human so off-putting? Getting information out of her wasn’t nearly so important that he would repeatedly ignore his orders like this. He looked her over again. Maybe it was because she was so similar to the Lunairans. It almost felt like he would be murdering one of his own. Yes, he decided, that was the problem: the humans were just too much like the Lunairans for him to just shoot them like mindless beasts.
The human female offered him food and drink, but he just shook his head. He was beginning to feel hungry, but she could easily slip poison into his meal. He didn’t trust her enough to accept edibles yet. Just then, another deafening boom shook the vessel and Serix closed his eyes. He cursed himself for his irrational fear. The human wasn’t showing any signs of impending danger, so whatever was making the noise obviously wasn’t a threat. The rational part of him knew he had no reason to feel such anxiety. To make matters worse, the human had noticed his discomfort.
“What's the matter, scared of a little storm?” she drawled condescendingly. Serix glared at her. He wanted to snap at her that he wasn’t afraid, but he bit his tongue. It was pointless. His body language had given him away, so it would be useless to try and cover it up with lies. He leaned into the metal door and slid down to a sitting position, refusing to meet her gaze. He hated the weakness he was showing. He needed the human to be afraid of him so he could get what he wanted from her, but so far she only thought of him as some kind of joke. In fact, they had almost reversed their roles. She had taken him into her home, where she had the advantage if she were to try and fight to escape; whereas he was trapped by the raging leviathan she called “Storm.” He would have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so panicky.
“Oh....oh wow, you really are scared of the storm aren't you?” the human spoke again. This time, her tone was surprisingly gentle. “It's just water. Okay, and maybe thunder and lightning, but it's not going to hurt you. Unless you walk around with something that attracts electricity that is, but here inside the plane we're safe.” Serix looked up at her warily. Was she trying to comfort him? After all he’d done to her, she was being… nice? He suspected it was some sort of trick, but what would she gain by making him feel better? No matter how he looked at it, it made no sense.
“Storms are something normal here on earth, so if you’re staying a while you'll have to get used to it. It's just part of life here,” the human continued. “If it helps, think of it as just the clouds playing bowling. When the lightening comes, that means they got a strike and the thunder is like them celebrating. But, wait... you probably don't know what bowling is... hmm... then how can I explain it in a way it’s not frightening...” She trailed off, knitting her brow in thought. Serix didn’t doubt now that she really was trying to comfort him, but instead of feeling calmer he was only growing more confused. Her behavior was so illogical. Why wasn’t she taking advantage of his panic to make a move against him? She had nothing to gain by her current actions. He found himself almost wanting her to attack him because it would be less stressful than what she was doing now.
“Okay,” the human went on. [/b]“Think of it like those huge ships of yours. Imagine standing here on earth and looking up at the sky. What you'd see first is the lights from the ship, but then a few seconds after, you'll hear the roar of it as well. Lightning and thunder are kind of like that. Does that make sense? Or....even help at all?”[/b] Serix just stared at her. Her explanation did sort of make sense, but he was still just as perplexed as before. The human just shook her head and lay down. “Eh, who am I kidding. I'm talking to a bloodthirsty alien. You don't care about what I have to say. You probably weren't even listening to me.”
“Why?” Serix said quietly. He couldn’t stand it anymore. Her actions were too confusing. He had to know what she was plotting. He looked back down at the floor and shook his head. “Why are you trying to help me? You said it yourself: I’m going to kill you eventually. So just what are you trying to do?”
The human female offered him food and drink, but he just shook his head. He was beginning to feel hungry, but she could easily slip poison into his meal. He didn’t trust her enough to accept edibles yet. Just then, another deafening boom shook the vessel and Serix closed his eyes. He cursed himself for his irrational fear. The human wasn’t showing any signs of impending danger, so whatever was making the noise obviously wasn’t a threat. The rational part of him knew he had no reason to feel such anxiety. To make matters worse, the human had noticed his discomfort.
“What's the matter, scared of a little storm?” she drawled condescendingly. Serix glared at her. He wanted to snap at her that he wasn’t afraid, but he bit his tongue. It was pointless. His body language had given him away, so it would be useless to try and cover it up with lies. He leaned into the metal door and slid down to a sitting position, refusing to meet her gaze. He hated the weakness he was showing. He needed the human to be afraid of him so he could get what he wanted from her, but so far she only thought of him as some kind of joke. In fact, they had almost reversed their roles. She had taken him into her home, where she had the advantage if she were to try and fight to escape; whereas he was trapped by the raging leviathan she called “Storm.” He would have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so panicky.
“Oh....oh wow, you really are scared of the storm aren't you?” the human spoke again. This time, her tone was surprisingly gentle. “It's just water. Okay, and maybe thunder and lightning, but it's not going to hurt you. Unless you walk around with something that attracts electricity that is, but here inside the plane we're safe.” Serix looked up at her warily. Was she trying to comfort him? After all he’d done to her, she was being… nice? He suspected it was some sort of trick, but what would she gain by making him feel better? No matter how he looked at it, it made no sense.
“Storms are something normal here on earth, so if you’re staying a while you'll have to get used to it. It's just part of life here,” the human continued. “If it helps, think of it as just the clouds playing bowling. When the lightening comes, that means they got a strike and the thunder is like them celebrating. But, wait... you probably don't know what bowling is... hmm... then how can I explain it in a way it’s not frightening...” She trailed off, knitting her brow in thought. Serix didn’t doubt now that she really was trying to comfort him, but instead of feeling calmer he was only growing more confused. Her behavior was so illogical. Why wasn’t she taking advantage of his panic to make a move against him? She had nothing to gain by her current actions. He found himself almost wanting her to attack him because it would be less stressful than what she was doing now.
“Okay,” the human went on. [/b]“Think of it like those huge ships of yours. Imagine standing here on earth and looking up at the sky. What you'd see first is the lights from the ship, but then a few seconds after, you'll hear the roar of it as well. Lightning and thunder are kind of like that. Does that make sense? Or....even help at all?”[/b] Serix just stared at her. Her explanation did sort of make sense, but he was still just as perplexed as before. The human just shook her head and lay down. “Eh, who am I kidding. I'm talking to a bloodthirsty alien. You don't care about what I have to say. You probably weren't even listening to me.”
“Why?” Serix said quietly. He couldn’t stand it anymore. Her actions were too confusing. He had to know what she was plotting. He looked back down at the floor and shook his head. “Why are you trying to help me? You said it yourself: I’m going to kill you eventually. So just what are you trying to do?”
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