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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 1:45:12 GMT
Timeline: TBD Previous Threads: N/A Characters Involved: Open Location: The Big Island MANTIS In a way, she had come from a form of paradise. Her old world was a planet free of strife and crime. It never got too hot or too cold and the rain was always welcome. There were trees there too, beautiful and vibrant. There was water in abundance, itself lovely and cool. Still, it was not unlike the lotus-filled locals of myth. Her world existed in the form of a man, Ego, the Living Planet, whom she served in his quest to destroy the universe because he was both literally and figuratively, her entire world. This world was different. There were other people here, a lot of people. Of course, to her, a lot was more than one. Her master rarely had visitors who weren't destroyed within a few days. After his death, her current companions usually numbered less than ten. The idea of a bustling metropolis of any size was new to her and often confusing.
There were more reasons for this than mere apprehension and agoraphobia. She was, in their terms, a transient. She was not of their world. For her, that was not unusual. Nobody she met was of her world and the only person she knew for most of her life was one. But these people simply weren't aware of alien races and the complex intergalactic politics that went with it. At least, they weren't until the very recent past when people like her started showing up. Many could pass as humans. Mantis had a tougher time with it given the nature of her eyes, the fact that she had two prominent antennae, and utterly failed at mimicking the behavior of such a socially complex species.
Still, she tried. It was part of her job. "Aloha. Welcome . . . to Hula-hula's. Would you like . . . to hear our specials?", she asked after giving an awkward smile and actually looking to see who the customers were. In spite of her utter lack of talent in small talk, she did know what it meant to be what was effectively a hostess, so she found a place here. It did help that few of the locals could stand to enter such an obviously pandering and kitschy tourist trap, let alone seek employment there.
The uniform was at least not as cringe-worthy as it could be. It was a yellow top with a red floral pattern at the bottom hem. This was coupled with a lei of green around her neck and a faux grass skirt around her legs. Her antennae were covered (poorly) by even more garland. EMPATHIC LINK TO: @catchace
Coding Adapted from Silv.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 18:10:09 GMT
Dropping out of slip space, a red trident-dagger-shaped Martian patrol cruiser, with a pair of rings inset into the rear of the ship, was right smack in the middle of a slew of asteroids. A larger one promptly smashed into the ship, scraping along the top surface, before bouncing off of the FTL rings. As the ship jarred to the left, tossing her out of her bed and onto the floor, M'gann let out a slew of cuss words in Martian and Tamaranian. Hopping up and sprinting out of the room and down the corridor, M'gann ran to the bridge, to try to save the ship from another smashing encounter.
Another asteroid smashed into the rear of the ship, shearing off a wingtip, and causing the bio-mechanoid ship to audibly scream in pain. Leaping into the conn-cockpit area's chair, she grabbed the controls and guided the ship out of the asteroid cluster, and on to earth.
A short time later, she entered the earth's atmosphere, but couldn't steer very well. She needed to get this ship on the ground, Now. She aimed the nose of the craft to a city on the coast of a continent, hoping to get a water landing not too far from land. M'gann thought that she was doing fine, until she passed the coast at 800 feet, doing about Mach 5 and leaving a trail of sonic booms trailing behind. More Martian cursing as she struggled to keep the nose up, seeing nothing but ocean.
There !
A little speck of an island, which quickly grew to a chain of them, and the ships speed was just above mach 1, and an altitude of about 200 feet now. Still too fast, but she would have to land anyway..... If she could. Impacting the island at a lazy, shallow angle, the cruiser slid a full mile down a highway, before jumping a hill and taking out the entire left wall of a building as it skidded to a stop.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 23:21:54 GMT
MANTIS It was a scene of mass destruction normally reserved in this part of the country to a hurricane. A ship had plummeted from the heights of the heavens and laid utter waste to the ground below. Dozens and scores of cars, trucks, and more slammed into it and each other on a busy highway creating a metal catacomb of entombed bodies.
Beyond this destruction was the structural damage that followed as the Pythagorean structure continued on its journey of decimation. Those in its path further on were given warning by the dissonant cacophony that came from its trawling along vehicles as it moved.
Mantis heard it, as did others. They had little time to move the diners away from their destruction. All were rushed away through a fire door. It wasn't exactly what it should be used for, but who was going to squabble about an alien ship?
In the aftermath, Mantis certainly did not recognize it. It was not Kree nor Nova Corp nor Sovereign. Of course, there were hundreds of species across the length and breadth of the galaxy, and Mantis honestly only skimmed the surface of ships and their connected species.
This was a moment when she would like for Drax or Gamora or the puppy were here. She was not exactly a fighter. Her allies had shown her some things and she had gotten better by the day, back when they were all together, but she lacked the raw combat fury any of them had. She was a diplomat of sorts. A socially awkward and unusually blunt one, but she made due.
One of her co-workers, the bartender, spoke up. The bartender wore a white dress shirt, tan khakis, and two lei, one red and one blue. His hair was a rat's nest of blond.
He asking Mantis a question."Is that one of yours?"
"No, Michael-Harris, this is not one I have seen. I mean, before now. We all see it now."
"Right." EMPATHIC LINK TO: @catchace
Coding Adapted from Silv.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2018 19:07:08 GMT
M'gann awoke some time later. Picking herself up off of the decking, which was now rather warped, she looked about; buckled and bent metal spars, open bulkhead wounds weeping plasmic biofluid. Looking at her hands and down her body, she saw that she had reverted to her Green Martian form; M'Gann was currently that of a 6 foot tall, lithe and lanky green martian woman, with a pointed elongated head, wide-set catlike eyes with black sclera and ringed bold blue-purple eyes (featuring an inner and outer iris). Her skin was slick and smooth, like a dolphin, and in shades of deep pine green and emerald, with a face that is often described as 'exotic' or 'uncanny'. Acceptable, but it needs a tweak now that she was definitely, Now on Earth. M'gann focused, her skin rippled like water, and a star trek-like red uniform tunic-dress formed into place.  (The red uniform, minus the comm badge and pips ) Stumbling her way out of the wounded and crashed ship, she went out of the unhinged main bulkhead, to find herself in a .... Building ? Looking about, she saw mostly wooden poles and leaf thatching, interspersed with reddish-brown bricking and black mortar lines framing the bricks. Overhead, there were strings of lights, interspersed with larger hanging light bulbs, covered in wooden frames and paper. Also hanging overhead were .... Thin and small wooden boats, hanging from the ceiling by ropes. She reached out and poked it, causing it to slightly bob in the air. ~Very Strange.~ M'gann thought-spoke. Her eyes then spotted two earthlings. One was wearing white and tan, while the other was wearing flowers and leaves, of bright colors. Wanting to make (something of) a good impression, she held up her hand, and did the vulcan hand sign. ~ Greetings, Earth Ones !~ and tried to be cheerful, as she telepathically spoke. She hoped that it could go well enough, considering that she had crash landed and taken out their wall. ~Om.... Many apologies about the ... Mess. I'm not very much of a good pilot.~She hoped that they were not angry with her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 13:43:55 GMT
MANTIS Mantis for her part added to this bizarre display with a strangeness all her own. While anyone could see the emotion displayed across the faces of the collected patrons, the bug-eyed alien was used to making sure of such things with her empathic abilities. A surreptitious touch of the hand later and she knew exactly how they felt. Her antennae lit up like Christmas tree lights under the quasi-veil of garland wrapped around her head.
"They're furious!", she announced in a chipper voice. It didn't take long for this blindingly obvious statement of fact to be backed up by the mob both inside the building and gawkers, onlookers, and ne'erdowells who all flooded Hula-Hula's new open air dining room. The agitated patrons soon started pelting Miss Martian with pineapple-laden foodstuffs, silverware, and more or less anything not nailed down.
"Stop that!", yelled Michael-Harris.
"SHE'S ANOTHER ONE!"
"LET'S GET 'ER!"
"ROGER THAT!"
"–DOZENS DEAD ON THE HIGHWAY! A SPACESHIP CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND–"
This wasn't going to get better. She had seen violence before, even angry mob violence. Usually from something Rocket did. It was getting way out of hand so she moved her palm to the shoulder of one of the ring leaders. "Sleep!" The man fell to the ground snoring.
"SHE'S ONE OF 'EM!" Uh-oh.
EMPATHIC LINK TO: @catchace
Coding Adapted from Silv.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 3:59:57 GMT
Splosh.
As much as M'gann hoped that it wouldn't go down like this, it did. She got hit square in the face with a weird food, and it was warm and runny and smelled funky and drizzled down her face and shoulders and chest, like an edible slime. They then started throwing more weird food at her. She had to retreat back into the cruiser that she had crash landed in, to avoid being pelted with weird food and now other random items. Just for good measure, she projected a force field at the unhinged bulkhead doorway. Afew of the angry erth people were pounding on the force field and chanting scary things about 'Get Them Now'.
This was nothing at all like how she thought her arrival to earth would be like. M'gann thought that it would be all smooth; she would land the ship somewhere, maybe on a beach, and she would meet erth people, and then meet the martian manhunter guy that she saw on the erth video broadcasts, and other such things.
Afew of the angry erth people had since gotten chairs, and were smashing them hard on the force field. M'gann could sense their fury at what she had accidentally been the cause of. Phasing invisible and intangible, she made herself 'disappear', and drifted up to the ceiling, and floated back out into the hula restaurant, over their heads. The force field on the door dropped, and the small crowd of about 30 charged in, to find the big green alien. No Such Luck.
"SHE'S ONE OF 'EM!" Uh-oh.
Seeing the other weird earthling (?) now being attacked, she reappeared and emitted a force field bubble around her, cutting the two aliens off from the humans surrounding them. M'gann offered a hand out to Mantis in wanting to help.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 18:57:24 GMT
MANTIS "They are mad at you! They are very mad!"
A wooden chair hit the force field with a Ptwang! A blue-gray impact pattern fell across the plane at the very moment it struck. It soon became firewood. Mantis was not one who was known for her social graces. Being raised from a larva by a mad planet tended to do that.
"They are angry because you hurt a lot of people very badly. With your ship. It destroyed so many people!"
Her antennae moved back and forth and up and down as she spoke to the stranger.
"What type of ship is this? It is not Kree or Sovereign or A'askvarian!"
The locals for their part seemed to grasp pretty quickly that the force field prevented them from entering but not that it could probably take their fists and feet without ill effect. Each hit it repeatedly. One of the more irate customers even tried to luck with a sidearm. A pistol boomed within the close confines of the restaurant. This caused even more of a panic than Miss Martian's crash had. Mantis for her part was not phased in the slightest. The trash panda had much bigger and much worse.
Ever the charmer, Mantis continued to point of the absurdly obvious. "They want to hurt you so much! They want to hurt this one too, but also you!" EMPATHIC LINK TO: @catchace
Coding Adapted from Silv.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 18:55:18 GMT
"They are angry because you hurt a lot of people very badly. With your ship. It destroyed so many people!" The other not-earthling said. M'gann couldn't help but become more remorseful, the twinge of regret becoming bigger and deeper, knotting up into woe and grief. ~I know, and i don't know how to fix it.~
"What type of ship is this? It is not Kree or Sovereign or A'askvarian!" the not-earthling said. M'gann mentally replied. ~it is a Martian patrol cruiser. An older bio-mechanoid breed, but it too survived the death of Mars, by being away.~
(half-post, muse ran out)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 12:35:59 GMT
MANTIS "There are two things you can do. You can say 'I'm sorry'. That might help with some of their anger. You could also die. They'd be very happy if that happened."
After the Martian mentioned the exact type of ship she was flying, Martian, naturally, the panicky little alien spoke using her mind. Mantis mentioned this more in passing than in genuine surprise. After all, she was used to sapient planets and talking tree people. Someone who spoke into another's brain was not that strange.
"Oh! You are a telepath. You speak with your mind! That is similar to what I can do. You can hear thoughts; I can hear emotions. It is why I know how mad they are!" Well that and the frothing anger painted across their faces and the odd projectile that still slammed against the force field.
"Maybe you can explain why your ship killed all of their friends?" EMPATHIC LINK TO: @catchace
Coding Adapted from Silv.
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