@Pirouette
(Are Liara and Nova Terra also on the shuttle?)
"What the fuck!?"
The first words Mithias heard as the air rushed back into the shuttle bay were of shock and disapproval. He gasped, thankful once again for something so simple as air. It was hard to beleive he had gone over half a century of his existance not needing to breathe. Looking up, he saw a dark-haired, angry, human-looking woman coming at him, and he decided he'd play the role of harmless, recovering invader.
As Jessica picked him up, he was surprised at her strength, but she may have been surprised as his weight. This "man" was solid as a rock, yet warm and moving like flesh. He had no weapons under his clothing, and whatever was in his bag was out of his reach (apparently) on the floor. He put his hands over her wrists, but otherwise didn't struggle. His face was fairly hairless, youthful, with a fair and flawless complexion, but the darkest black eyebrows that each ended in devilish points framed the tops of human-type eyes with bright yellow irises. He blinked innocently, inquizative but strangely unconcerned as he looked at her. She was certain to have seen the tips of fangs just before the closure of those soft pink lips.
"Nrgh..." His feet weren't able to get traction below him, and he hung from Jessica's grip. "You're reaction is understandable, but I mean you no harm. As for how I got into your ship I..." He smiled slightly, self-amused. "I climbed."
Since Jessica didn't seem impressed, he went on. "But truly, I mean you no harm. I am formerly a traveler, but I have claimed residence on this world. Your presence is an invasion, unintentional I am sure, so I came to investigate you directly. It is you who should be telling me what your intentions are."
Mithias waited for the woman to make her decisions about him, and as he did, he found he had some difficulty reading her surface thoughts. He could tell only that she didn't like him, possibly for his being male, but also something about him having obvious psychic abilities. He looked into her eyes with the patience of a long-lived soul. "I know what it is to bear hatred based on past experiences. The only cure for such an affliction is to allow new experiences."
(Are Liara and Nova Terra also on the shuttle?)
"What the fuck!?"
The first words Mithias heard as the air rushed back into the shuttle bay were of shock and disapproval. He gasped, thankful once again for something so simple as air. It was hard to beleive he had gone over half a century of his existance not needing to breathe. Looking up, he saw a dark-haired, angry, human-looking woman coming at him, and he decided he'd play the role of harmless, recovering invader.
As Jessica picked him up, he was surprised at her strength, but she may have been surprised as his weight. This "man" was solid as a rock, yet warm and moving like flesh. He had no weapons under his clothing, and whatever was in his bag was out of his reach (apparently) on the floor. He put his hands over her wrists, but otherwise didn't struggle. His face was fairly hairless, youthful, with a fair and flawless complexion, but the darkest black eyebrows that each ended in devilish points framed the tops of human-type eyes with bright yellow irises. He blinked innocently, inquizative but strangely unconcerned as he looked at her. She was certain to have seen the tips of fangs just before the closure of those soft pink lips.
"Nrgh..." His feet weren't able to get traction below him, and he hung from Jessica's grip. "You're reaction is understandable, but I mean you no harm. As for how I got into your ship I..." He smiled slightly, self-amused. "I climbed."
Since Jessica didn't seem impressed, he went on. "But truly, I mean you no harm. I am formerly a traveler, but I have claimed residence on this world. Your presence is an invasion, unintentional I am sure, so I came to investigate you directly. It is you who should be telling me what your intentions are."
Mithias waited for the woman to make her decisions about him, and as he did, he found he had some difficulty reading her surface thoughts. He could tell only that she didn't like him, possibly for his being male, but also something about him having obvious psychic abilities. He looked into her eyes with the patience of a long-lived soul. "I know what it is to bear hatred based on past experiences. The only cure for such an affliction is to allow new experiences."
