Gabe619
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The creature was in pain, a lot of pain. It sagged into the control chair it sat in, its craft ruined around it. Panels sparked or blew up, support beams were falling or about to. The crash had been fast and hard and the impact almost killed the pilot. Only luck had saved its life, but now it was lost on a strange planet, with strange inhabitants and no way to get home or signal its people to come help. The ship did had a distress beacon, but as it looked over at the controls it realised it to was broken. Fixable? Possibly, but did it have time before the people on this planet came to investigated the crash, probably not.
Painfully it slipped from the chair and crawled toward a gash in the ships side, the cool night air from outside feeling good on its skin. After what seemed hours but was just minutes in reality, it had escaped the ship that had brought it to earth. Laxan, as that was its name, continued to crawl until it was a good distance away from the flaming wreckage. Already it could see an approaching flying vehicle with a bright light underneath. Laxan had been stupid to approach one of the humans military establishments so closely and linger so long. This time they had decided to shoot at its ship rather than simply watch and the missile had damaged the engines before Laxan could move the ship away.
It watched as the flying vehicle landed and humans slipped from its dark interior, all with flashlights. Again it marvelled that a bi-pedal species such as they could have risen to such a level of technical proficiency. It's own people, amorphous and shapeless blobs, with no genders of their own, no more than a meter long or smaller and coloured from white to dark red, had been exploring the galaxy for centuries, and found earth a while back, investigating and exploring its people who remained a mystery to Laxan. The things they did, to each other and to other species on their planet baffled him greatly. Right now though it's own survival mattered more than scientific curiosity.
In the distance it could see the lights of a town, a settlement meant people, and maybe some form of help. It it's weakened state it wouldn't last long so as the humans began to examine his space ship, Laxan crawled away looking for a host to gain sustenance.
Painfully it slipped from the chair and crawled toward a gash in the ships side, the cool night air from outside feeling good on its skin. After what seemed hours but was just minutes in reality, it had escaped the ship that had brought it to earth. Laxan, as that was its name, continued to crawl until it was a good distance away from the flaming wreckage. Already it could see an approaching flying vehicle with a bright light underneath. Laxan had been stupid to approach one of the humans military establishments so closely and linger so long. This time they had decided to shoot at its ship rather than simply watch and the missile had damaged the engines before Laxan could move the ship away.
It watched as the flying vehicle landed and humans slipped from its dark interior, all with flashlights. Again it marvelled that a bi-pedal species such as they could have risen to such a level of technical proficiency. It's own people, amorphous and shapeless blobs, with no genders of their own, no more than a meter long or smaller and coloured from white to dark red, had been exploring the galaxy for centuries, and found earth a while back, investigating and exploring its people who remained a mystery to Laxan. The things they did, to each other and to other species on their planet baffled him greatly. Right now though it's own survival mattered more than scientific curiosity.
In the distance it could see the lights of a town, a settlement meant people, and maybe some form of help. It it's weakened state it wouldn't last long so as the humans began to examine his space ship, Laxan crawled away looking for a host to gain sustenance.