Aliens Have Landed? [Closed]
Character(s): Booker, Odessa, Sierra (and Hover), Damage (and Blackberry)
Content: Encountering the newcomer
Setting: The military base
Warnings: None yet
The trouble area was easy to identify. Something large had impacted into the ground, digging up a wall of dirt and concrete and leaving a small crater. Booker leaned over the edge, whistling softly. He could still feel heat radiating up, but the smoke had faded, clearly showing indents of something much larger than a human landing there.
And getting up to walk away.
The crunched concrete towards the north of the crater formed obvious tracks. Huge, heavy, and walks bipedally. Booker was stumped and more than a little concerned, especially when the tracks led towards a group of trucks and disappeared. One of the trucks was out of place, not entangled in vines and rusted in the same way as the others and he narrowed his eyes at it, not approaching yet.
A small beep attracted his attention and he spotted little Hover nearby, wandering in patterns and apparently running a mapping routine of some sort. At least the little thing was okay. Booker went over and patted it on the head, grinning. "Hello, Hover. You called for your mommy? This does seem to be a bit of a mess."
Content: Encountering the newcomer
Setting: The military base
Warnings: None yet
The trouble area was easy to identify. Something large had impacted into the ground, digging up a wall of dirt and concrete and leaving a small crater. Booker leaned over the edge, whistling softly. He could still feel heat radiating up, but the smoke had faded, clearly showing indents of something much larger than a human landing there.
And getting up to walk away.
The crunched concrete towards the north of the crater formed obvious tracks. Huge, heavy, and walks bipedally. Booker was stumped and more than a little concerned, especially when the tracks led towards a group of trucks and disappeared. One of the trucks was out of place, not entangled in vines and rusted in the same way as the others and he narrowed his eyes at it, not approaching yet.
A small beep attracted his attention and he spotted little Hover nearby, wandering in patterns and apparently running a mapping routine of some sort. At least the little thing was okay. Booker went over and patted it on the head, grinning. "Hello, Hover. You called for your mommy? This does seem to be a bit of a mess."