Alien

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When the ship crashed all lights went out.

"Pesky Terrans," it mentally projected. It started the self diagnostic and automated repair sequence.

Estimated time of repair, one lunar cycle.

"Pesky Terrans," it thought again. Some space debris had managed to slip through shielding and cause major damage. Luckily study of the Terran species was vast. Unfortunately it was not its area of study and the information was unable to be accessed.

"Oh well, guess I get to explore myself, one lunar cycle, trapped on this planet of excess." It slipped out of capsule was thrilled that the camoflauging equipment had a zillion back ups. It was massive about 165 Terran pounds and looked like a pool of grape jello. It quickly observed it's surroundings and touched various life forms. It turned into a tree and enjoyed the form for an hour before an animal came along. It was able to change form into anything it came into contact with, not limited to whole form changes. The bird form was very liberating and it flew for a while before testing the other forms that had come into contact with the tree. After cycling through small animals, it settled on a canine form. Being able to change shape was a huge advantage in space exploration. It wandered into the city and quickly came into contact with humans. It ventured into a quiet space and transformed into a young man. It took a few moments to adjust to the form, it was amazed by the internal structures. It changed form into a nubile young woman and enjoyed the sensations.

Her clothing was functional, a simple white dress that revealed the dark rose colored buds placed upon two soft mounds upon her chest. She took time to perfect her form and went out among them, observing, picking up the how the language sounded when spoken.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trenton aka Trent was riding across town on his motercycle. He had blown into town as this is where the wind had taken him. He had marvelled at the night sky, even saw a shooting star, before making it to the city. There was nothing truly like the city. Full of lights and sound, and very much women.

Even though it was night, he still had his dark glasses on, blocking glare, but which also allowed him to look wherever he wanted.

His leather jacket covered his body, hiding his muscular arms and chest, a washboard stomach as the ladies liked to call it. His dark hair was covered by the helmut upon his head, as he didn't want the fuzz beating after him for something stupid.

As he gets to the light he looks around and spots a young girl, but not too young, she looked to be just old enough. "Hey, you want a ride?"

 

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She saw the lights approach and quickly realized it was one of those mechanical ground vehicles. She scanned her memory for the word as she ran her fingers through the silky chocalate brown strands of hair. She had fun changing hair color and then decidedly on something less remarkable than platinum blonde, her body was on the whole rather average, a compilation of forms she had touched today. Freckles scattered across her nose made her appear young and her hazel eyes seemed to change color at will, she had choosen perky breasts that were a perfect handful, but had forgone underwear as she didn't need it.

However she had formed the internal mechanics of her body to match, in case anything happened she would react as a human physically to it. However her weight remained a constant 165 Terran pounds and her strength was far greater than this form allowed. She had chosen a healthy form approximately 20 years old, she was far older but that was an entirely different matter.

She shielded her eyes from glare, a human response she knew, she smiled and decided that it would be interesting, after all she was in no physical danger from this Terran, even though he looked to be in mighty fine shape.

"Thanks," her voice had an odd lilting accent to it and she realized she had no where to go. She had not given any thought to where she would spend her 28 days.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trent did a double check on the girl. He swear she had blonde hair initially, but he must've been mistaken. He pulls the motorcycle up along side of her, giving her a charming smile.

The name's Trent," he says in a devilishly charming voice. He seems to gracefully leap off of the bike, to stand before it. He grabs a spare helmet and hands it to her. "You going anywhere in particular, or just wherever the bike takes you?"

 

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"You might say I've recently been freed from obligations and have time to travel." She stumbled over the words a little and realized the sentence sounded completely wrong. She quickly realized she had not given a name or even thought about it, her own name was a string of images that would translate to something like glorious bubbles, however she knew that bubbles was not a suitable name. "You can call me Glory," she opted for as she took the helmet and quickly realized it was to protect her cranuim.

 

[Lordmikel]

"Glory huh? Like the Goddess?" He says with a smile and a witty joke. "You certainly are as pretty as a Goddess."

He gives her a serious look, "But I think I know quite the place to take you."

He gets himself back onto the motorcycle and then offers her a hand so that she can get on behind him. "Ever ridden a cycle before?" He asks. "You want to put your arms around you, lean into me, and when I shift either left or right, you want to follow my shift. Don't do any awkward movements as I have no desire to eat asphalt."

 

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Glory

"Thanks," she whispered. She wondered why anyone would want to eat asphalt and quickly figured it must be a joke of some kind and merely smiled, attractive young women got away with a lot by just smiling she had noticed. She sat behind him snuggled in close, held on, and adjusted her center of mass to the dynamics of the vehicle. She understood the principles of it implicitly. As a space traveller she was well versed in mechanics and physics. Why anyone would build such an ineffecient device was beyond her comprehension, the fuel usage alone reminded her of the fact that Terrans were rampant consumers using up anything they came into contact with.

She leaned against him marveling at how well put together he was, his form was quite impressive compared to other men she had touched today. She could tell by touch his health, age, among other things and was a little startled that his body was quite warm to the touch.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trent finally started his motercycle, and even though it might be an inferior specimen of machine, it very much had an allure and appeal that many oculd not appreciate until they had ridden one. Soon the wind was blowing past their faces, and there was a feeling of danger, that any turn could be their last. One false move could send the motorcycle tumbling.

But Trent was masterful as he steered down one stret after another. He never seemed to let a light stop him, making the lights and zipping past more then one. But finally he allows himself to be stopped at a light. "So where are you from?" He asks in a deep voice.

 

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Glory

She opened her mouth, pesky details, if she had been planning to tour the planet such information would be not only easy but back up documents would have been planted.

"I've been around," she avoided the question, she found him pleasant companionship so far and was fascinated by how her body was responding to his presence. She had never been humanoid before and was finding the experience slightly overwhelming.

 

[Lordmikel]

If Trent didn't like the answer he didn't show it. He knew quite a few people who had simply just been around. He himself could attest to that as well. Finally Trent pulls over to the side of the rode and stops the bike. "We're here." He says quite simply.

They are parked in front of a biker joint. There are many more bikes all parked along the road. Loud music can be heard coming from the inside as well as the sounds of the people inside.

Trent gets off of his bike and, "Ready for a drink?"

 

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Glory

She was getting quite a few stares and wondered what that was about, her nutritional needs were far different from humans but she was able to process pretty much everything. "Sure I could use some licquid refreshment." Pesky humans had so many slang terms and phrases, mental communication was so much easier she thought as he gave her an odd look.

She ran her fingers down her sides smoothing the plain white dress down her body. She wasn't sure she wanted to touch anyone here, but if she did at least it would give her a good getaway disguise if needed.

 

[Lordmikel]

"Good." Says Trent with a smile. A bad boy smile, which has turned many a woman to jello. But he walks into the bar, which is even noisier inside. The music is truly blaring and there are people through out the room.

There are people mostly drinking, but some are playing pool, throwing darts at a board, there is also the occasional girl sitting in a guy's lap, kissing him. Towards their back there seems to be a ring of some kind.

As Trent walks to the bar, he motions two, indicating his desire for two beers. They are quickly brought to him, and he hands one to Glory. "Bottoms up." He says before guzzling his beer.

 

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Glory

She looked around taking it all in, processing bits and pieces of conversations. Her senses taking it all in, this certainly was a busy place. She recognized the beverage by scent and drank it down in on long drawn.

It was difficult to process all the information she was receiving because of the limitations of her form. But for now she was enjoying the constant buzz of people. Her own race had long ago given up verbal communication and rarely made noise as their form was able to move quietly.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trent watches as she guzzles her drink. Quite impressive, this one knows what she is doing. He spots a clearing on one of the pool tables. Motioning for two more beers, "Play some pool?" He says to her. He has to get close so that she can hear what he is saying, something he doesn't mind at all.

 

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Glory had studied the pool tables and found the concept fascinating, the implicit mingling of physics and physical ability to apply pressure of the stick to the proper point on the white ball as to strick the correct colored ball and send it into one of the holes...pockets they seemed to be called.

"delightful, I've never played before." she smiled enjoying the way he is attentive.....she wondered what lay glimmering in his eyes.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trent was impressed with her eloquent speech, so formal. For a brief second he wondered if she did everything in that formal voice, but there would be time enough for that later.

But he takes his beer and sets it onto a table next to the table. He picks up one of the cue sticks and rolls it across the table, seeing if it was warped or not. It rolled fine, so he handed it to Glory before doing it again with another stick.

He grabs a triangle, placing it onto the table. He then begins to plop the balls within the triangle. She might notice a pattern of solid/striped, and the 8 ball in the middle.

"Ok, a simple game of eight ball then." He walks to the other side of the table and places a single white ball at that end.

"The cue ball. You strike the cue ball with the cue stick." He says indicating the sticks in their hands. "You want to hit the other balls and sink them into the pockets around the table. Now half of the balls are solid, the other half are striped. Whichever you sink first is what you want to try and continue to sink. Now the 8 ball is the last ball that you want to try and sink. It doesn't count as a solid. But it is instead the final winning ball. You sink it before you are done, and you lose. Make sense?"

 

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"I think I have the gist of it," she picked up a chalking device and rubbed it over the tip of cue as she'd seen other players do, and lightly blew across the top. "Is this where the expression racking balls comes from?" she asked curious about such expressions and running her fingers along the stick finding it suitable to the task and wondering if she was to go first or not.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trent watches as she chalks up her stick. He gives her a smile, as he wonders if he is about to be taken for a ride. But he takes some chalk and rubs it against his own stick. "Why don't you go first. Place the ball anywhere behind the line and then strike across."

 

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GLory

It was tougher than it looked and her human form was not helping out. It had far less precision than her own as well as the sensation of the grain of wood, the temperature of the room, and breaking down the drink.

She smiled prettily and struck true to center and watched as the balls go in what seems like random directions, finally one ball going into a pocket.

It was fascinating to watch the balls zoom about hitting each other, it reminded her of the mating process.

 

[Lordmikel]

A sloppy start, or the sharkiness of a professional. Trent couldn't tell, but then they also weren't playing for money.

He walks over to the table and looks into the pocket. "Looks like you are stripes. Go again."

 

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Glory

Her intent had been to test the table and how the balls interacted with each other, now that she had analyzed the results she looked at the pattern left on the table. She smoothly polished off two more balls before a slight distraction caused her to strick the cue slightly off center and it hit the intended ball but it rocked against the corner and did not go in.

Not bad considering the constraints of her current form.

"Your turn"

 

[Lordmikel]

Very much a shark decided Trent, but at least she showed her colors at the beginning instead of at the end. But Trent was no slouch either. She had left him quite a number of easy shots to work with. Three shots later and three balls were sunk.

But Trent got a bit cocky as he tried to bump the seven ball off of three sides to sink, but it missed and spun wild, not coming anywhere close to where he wanted.

Trent bit off his curse and instead gave Glory a smile. "Looks like it is back to you."

 

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Glory

She smiled, clearing the rest of the table would be a snap and she dropped the rest of her stripes and glanced at him.... "The black ball now correct?" She listened and wondered if she should show off, the table had a few minor glitches. She decided for a simpler shot, one that appeared more complex. She was puzzled as the ball hovered at the edge and did not fall in. She bit her lower lip. The black ball must have slightly more mass than she had anticipated.

"Pesky momentum," she said and frowned.

 

[Lordmikel]

Trent watched as the table slowly was cleared. As he watches the eight ball not sink, he gives her a smile. "Well a good thing we aren't playing for money."

He looks at the table. The eight ball effectivly blocked one pocket, and he still had most of his to go.

He did a valiant effort, but as he missed his last shot, he still had one ball on the table. The eightball still perched next to the pocket.

 

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Glory

Money, she had given no thought to the fact that they still worked with a currency system. She frowned slightly wondering whether it would be worth finding a way to live without being hassled or jailed over the next 28 days..

Oh well, pesky as Earth was it was certainly interesting so far. The shot was simple and the black ball slipped into the pocket and the cue ball stayed on the table. Winning was simply another successful accomplishment to her, but losing seemed to have a far greater affect on him.