First Contact [IC/Open]

[Endem]

First Contact

( author unknown, but, I will not use this for any economically enriching activities )

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Discord OOC

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Area 87

Scott looks at the timer, in the following 16 minutes he will need to properly order everything in the most stressful operation in which he will take part, the veteran, just a few years away from being discharged wished this thing would happen at another time after he doesn't need to worry about, as, the future of the rest of humanity now rests on his back. In the same second, he flares up the alarms and starts speaking into the speaker

"Everyone in the base, repeat, everyone in the base. Go to the nearest transport vehicles, drivers of said vehicles are to drive to this coordinates"

He then says where the drivers need to drive

"Keep radio communication with the base"

He then leans away from the microphone and sits on a chair. After a few seconds, he takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it, he usually doesn't smoke, but, today was different.

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The Ship

In a room of flaring up blue lights and all in smoke, three figures stand. All three trying to do something at the consoles, suddenly one of them falls to the ground and stops moving, the two others see this and know they have limited time to live, one of them shouts to the second

( for convenience of reading, the following words were split into letters )

"Ya-ca-mahe-gr-vaq-ca jae-ua-vaq-ya-mahe-ca-cr-ta"

The second figure goes off into a tube-shaped object and closes the doors behind. The figure that just spoke leans away from the consoles, he knows he will soon die, only the one that just went into the only safety pod will survive the crash. He looks out the window, the fire getting closer to him and starts engulfing him, he will die before he hits the ground, but with the last order for the ship, he sets where he will crash, a remote location. Somewhere, only the beings that managed to shoot this ship down will be able to find him. He then walks into the flames behind him. The last alive member of the crew of the ship watches from the pod as the ship goes down, he knows he will be safe, but, he will sustain injuries. He prays for the being inhabiting this world to be able to heal him.

[Rykil]

Area 87, Nathan's Quarters
Nathan was sitting in his quarters, a generally messy assortment of novels, research equipment, amenities, and just about anything else they needed. A bed was tucked in the right corner of the room with three separate trunks under it. His briefcase was located between two of those trunks. His desk and chair was located at the left corner of the room. A bookshelf located next to his desk contained most of his research papers, notes, and their fine collection of science fiction. Then opposite from the bookshelf and tucked next to his bed was yet another trunk. The final trunk was where he kept all his clothing. Nathan himself was sitting at his desk, sketching potentially plausible alien creatures from a variety of alien environments. He was wearing a plain tan shirt and standard jeans. As of now they were sketching a creature from a snowy world, one located around the outer edges of it's habitable zone. Only a general outline of the body had begun, and it was shaping up to be a relatively humanoid creature with four squat legs and a cylindrical head. They had just started to draw the fur when the announcement rang through.

"Everyone in the base, repeat, everyone in the base. Go to the nearest transport vehicles, drivers of said vehicles are to drive to this coordinates"

"Welp, gonna hafta save ya for later.

Nathan got up and open the bedside trunk, taking out a field coat and a pair of boots. He haphazardly slipped on the coat before putting on his boots. He was about to walk out the door before he remembered that they needed their equipment. Pulling out his briefcase from between two trunks. That briefcase contained his Area 87 Equipment as well as his Exobiologist Equipment. Nabbing a pair of sunglasses as well as a microscope from his desk he checked to be sure everything was where it needed to be. Once he gave himself a clear he walked out of his quarters and into the hallway. Other researchers were exiting and heading to a transport vehicle as well. He started a fastwalk down the hallway to the transports, suitcase in hand and sunglasses around his neck.

[Kaledoria]

Area 87

Micheal Doyle is jogging outside the barracks. He had spend the morning over the files and is expecting to do the same the afternoon. He is outside his water, concenrning the overall situation. He had finished the last parts of what he could reasonably decrypt and interpret two weeks ago and basically now the job left is to compare the information in the context of Area 87's own research. And this was more of the expertise of physicists and material engineers. They are keeping him on the project so far, probably because Michael had birthed it but now he is mostly reduced to simple assistant tasks. Well, relatively speaking - the assistant tasks in Area 87 are still more challenging then most lead-research positions in conventional think-tanks. That was why the Air Force Captain needs some workout to get his head clear.

The loudspeakers call him in just before his third round around the block. Luckily, he had not started sweating a lot. He runs indoors, to the gym's dressing room and drops his clothes. He puts his head under water and rubs himself with the towel, then applies some deodorant (he has one of those modern aerosol sprays) and gets dressed (he had placed his uniform on the bench here before). The jogging suit gets just kicked under the bench, no time to bring them up to his room, since the announcement was already 3 minutes ago. With brisk marching speed he walks out, across the street and hastily gets to the Motorpool where he joins the next best group to the location the loudspeaker announcement said.

[The Archipelago Territory]

Robert was parking his car when he heard Scott on his radio.

Everyone in the base, repeat, everyone in the base. Go to the nearest transport vehicles, drivers of said vehicles are to drive to this coordinates

He didn’t have time to get in the transport vehicle. He drove his own car to the coordinates he’d been given. He swerved his car towards to the coordinates, and saw it. The ship was a massive metallic circle, and the amount of light reflecting off of it almost blinded him. He was the first to arrive, so he had to act professionally. He took out his gun and pointed it towards the ship, slowly moving forwards.

He wasn’t actually a military investigator for the NSA like he claimed. That was his cover for something bigger. The Secretary of Energy wanted in on this secretive project, it would create new technologies that could change the world. Since the NSA worked with the OICI (Office of Intelligence and Counterintelligence) before, it was hard to scrub his records. But it was doable, considering he wasn’t a senior staff member of Area 87.

He saw teams of staff approaching, so he put his gun away and drove a few miles out of the base to the undisclosed location where he would meet Secretary Corden. As he arrived, he saw Secretary Corden get out of his vehicle and show the guards his ID. As Robert got out of his car, he realized that this was a military facility. He stepped into the office and approached Secretary Corden.

“I saw it, Mr. Secretary. The ship was a classic disc shaped metallic object, like the UFO conspiracy theories predicted. It must have been powered off nuclear energy, if not something more powerful. Something shot it out of the sky. I have to get back to the base now, but stay here, and be on high alert for more of them.”

Robert walked back to his car, and started it before driving back to his office in Area 87.

[Chronodosia]

Area 87, Base Shooting Range.

Jason had just set his M16 down to do his routine ritual of cleaning and servicing his rifle before he shot some target practice, when he had heard His C.O. over the base radio say, "Everyone in the base, repeat, everyone in the base. Go to the nearest transport vehicles, drivers of said vehicles are to drive to this coordinates."

Shrugging his shoulders Jason grabs his M16 and jogs out to the road. There he turns and jogs down the road to the motor-pool, noticing his superior officer Capt. Doyle leaving the barracks gym ahead of him. Entering the Motor-pool a minute behind the Captain, Jason moves over to the side and gets in a M113 APC with a squad of Security personnel. Jason, as the highest ranking member of security in the vehicle says, "Go. Follow Captain Doyle."

The driver nods and starts the APC and sets to following the vehicle the Capt. Doyle is on. One of the Senior Airmen in the squad says, "What do you think this is, a Drill?"

Jason responds, "No Airman I don't think this is a drill. Now can it game faces boys," having seen smoke rising from the direction that they were heading.

[Talchyon]

Area 87, Drafting Room
Dr. Martin Oswald

The scrawny, thin man in the brown tweed suit looked down at the draft board. Speculations, all of it. Much of it classified, which meant that the military stiffs around naturally had gotten prissy about having a civilian look upon the plans. But since Dr. Martin Oswald had two earned PhD's and was there at the request of the Department of Defense itself, he could look at the blueprints of experimental planes the Air Force had in mind. This one, for example, looked to Dr. Oswald as if some of the military engineers had been watching some of the science fiction movies with little green men from Mars. Who would ever seriously suggest that a plane could turn invisible to radar?

For about the hundredth time since he had stepped foot in Area 87, Dr. Martin Oswald wondered just what in the hell he was there for.

The official story, of course, was that he was there to do consulting for the military on various projects. That's how the powers-that-be explained the situation to the university president and department chairman. The unofficial story was a lot more complicated. And nothing precisely had been disclosed to Martin about the majority of what his job there entailed, but there were rumors. Innuendos. Hidden meanings. If one could believe them, one would have to believe that somehow, the Loch Ness Monster itself was hiding in the wilderness of New Mexico.

So far, however, whatever consulting had happened, involved a lot of internal politics among the military men about who stood higher in the pecking order, and what and what not Dr. Oswald was cleared to look at. It had been an uphill struggle all the way, and it didn't help that Martin felt that any man who had chosen to go into the military was probably unable to use his mind, and therefore should be beneath him too. How he had been given clearance to look at the plans for this "stealth fighter" as they were calling it, Oswald himself didn't know. Another of the great mysteries of this place, he thought to himself.

But his time looking at the schematics were short-lived. The loudspeaker announced that all personnel were to go to transport vehicles. "Are they seriously making us take a field trip?" The researcher just shook his head. He grabbed his briefcase, stopped at the drinking fountain and the men's restroom on the way, and eventually found a driver with a military jeep outside. One of many. He claimed it, deciding to hold onto his files rather than let them bounce around in the back. His slide rule in his pocket, he could easily check any of the advanced calculations he was currently running in his head. The driver didn't wait too long for Dr. Oswald to get settled. Once the small man sat down, before he had time to adjust, the jeep took off. Dr. Oswald was certain that this driver had the same military sense of superiority over civilians that he was sure all military men possessed. That's why the ride out wasn't a lot of fun, not to mention being jostled around by all the bumps in the terrain and the lack of proper shocks on the jeep.

After driving about five minutes, a large object began to appear on the horizon. It was obviously out of place, reflecting light in the mid-morning desert sun. It was metallic, and huge. That was Oswald's first reaction. But the closer the jeep drove, and the closer the brilliant mathematical and logical man saw of the huge object, the bigger the researcher's eyes got.

The only thing his stunned mind could think of was, "...Little green men are real?!"

[Kaledoria]

As Michael Doyle saw the Unidentified Object for the first time, he gasped. It was a good thing, Scott had not given details over the loudspeaker announcement, since everything they saw was probably going to be classified secret soon but it also meant, that Michael did not have any equipment with him. He reached for their car's radio unit and called base: "Captain Doyle, frequency Hotel 7014," the radio operator greeted Michael. It was obvious, that they currently had a lot to do, so Michael switched to the assigned frequency and made it quick: "Call the motorpool, if any NCO or Lieutenant from the Radio Lab has not departed yet, tell them to bring along the broadband transmitter, ALL the frequency scanners, at least two recorders and enough tape."

Michael leaned back. Hopefully, someone of his lab could still be reached. If this thing was emitting any radio or microwave emissions, he wanted to be the one to find it.

[Endem]

Crashsite

Scott ordered through the radios to everyone who had them right now. "Keep your distance, we don't know what's in there or how badly it is damaged". Meanwhile, on the ship, a four-armed, blue humanoid opened his pod and managed to stumble his way out of the ship. He was greeted by blinding lights of about 10 trucks. One of his arms was broken, he held it in the second. The rest of his arms were raised in the air. He had a big wound on his torso. One of the operators described the situation to Scott.

Scott ordered "Don't shoot, secure this being" he then leaned back and lit another cigarette, the first alien on Earth was just on the brink of being killed, hopefully, his men are going to listen.

[Rykil]

Near Area 87, Alpha Sentient Object Crashsite

Nathan's transport had arrived a little later than everyone else, so he hurried out and made his way past security and other researchers until he was standing near the crater with others. The reflective material of the object forced him to wear his sunglasses. The ship was beautiful, a sleek saucer shape made from unknown material and constructed from possibly wondrous machines. What could it be powered by? Fusion energy perhaps, that was one idea. Then came the creature, blue and four-armed. It didn't necessarily shock Nathan that an alien had stumbled out, he expected there to be some way that they would be able to preserve themselves in the event of a crash. When Scott ordered to secure the being Nathan was instantly taken out of his pondering and into a more serious tone. The ET had to be secured, that was the current objective. He pulled out a pair of protective gloves and replaced his sunglasses with safety goggles.

"Need some Security fo' this, anyone wanna come along? I'll be there to keep it pumpin."

[Chronodosia]

Near Area 87, Crash site

Arriving at the crash site, Jason looks surprised for a second at the shape of the craft, and then orders his squad to put on shades because of the glare coming from the craft. Jason then orders a fire team to move to the hillside to the left and set up a observation post moments before Major Scott orders them to secure the E.T. and he nods. Jason looks around at the gathered soldiers and scientists and notices some moving up and some soldiers setting up a perimeter and cordon around the crash.

Jason notices one of the scientists getting ready to move up and he gestures with his hand for the squad to move up. He then moves over to the preparing scientist, noticing that the name-tag reads : Biologist Nathan O'Leary.

He says calmly, "Sir, let me and my team escort you to the ET and protect you in case something happens."

[Rykil]

-Snip 87-

Nathan was just about ready to enter the crater until Jason Storm and his security team arrived, just what he needed. He spun around towards Jason and gave a nod. With that he began his descent down the slope of the crater, it was still hot and the glare from the Saucer certainly didn't help. He took off his field coat and simply slung it onto his shoulder. Carefully but surely he made his way down the slope until he was fully in the crater. he raised his left hand and spoke.

"Aight, keep yer guns high and ready to die if it wont's to foight. I doubt it though, he's too wounded to be much o' a problem."

He paused a bit and would wait for a response from the ET, lowering his left hand and raising his right. He then spread out his fingers to then indicate that he came in peace.

[Talchyon]

Area 87, Crash Site
Dr. Martin Oswald

His jaw had never been so open for so long. Logical thought failed him as Dr. Oswald stared at the unmistakably alien ship, not to mention the four-armed alien creature (?!) that staggered out. He had always scoffed at the hokey alien movies that Hollywood sometimes made. The kinds where the aliens get out of their ship and involve mankind in a war to take over the universe, or where they capture the hero and subject him to unrealistic mind probes.

But this! This was real, in the same way that MIT had been, or Yale! This was just as real as the two doctorates he had earned!

And here he was, without any understanding of security measures needed, or alien biology, or disease prevention (because who knew if they should even be breathing right now? Did that alien have dangerous space microbes to worry about?!). His role was to give a second opinion about mechanical engineering issues, which meant sometime he wanted inside that ship to see what made interstellar space flight not only possible, but present!

A sinking feeling in Dr. Oswald's stomach made him realize that the competition to look this ship and this creature over was going to be stiffer than anything he had ever faced at the university. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if the military commanders circled the wagons and kept him out of the loop from learning anything.

Since he didn't have a camera with him, and had no background in developing film, he was going to have to do the best he could with his memory. He set out to memorize every detail of the ship that he could, as well as the alien life. While others rushed to action, Dr. Martin Oswald simply concentrated on putting this all to memory, silently studying.

But just in case, the logician also held his breath when possible, and took quick breaths when he had to. It was an alien life, after all. And Dr. Martin Oswald didn't want to die of some airborne disease unknown to Earth before today.

[Endem]

Crashsite

The Alien took one more step towards the party then he collapsed onto his knees. But in doing so, he exposed his face, the alien snake-like nose, which was just two lines into his body, getting bigger and smaller very fast, the aliens black three eyes with a small white dot inside moving all around, and finally, aliens mouth was opened, it had a greater extent of the jaw to open, in which sharp teeth were clearly visible. Now you could also notice this alien had only three fingers including an opposable thumb. The alien let out two words

"Mahe-rt-yh-ca Nma-ca"

He then collapsed onto the sand, the sand around his wound coloring green, the alien blood was clearly of green color. Soldiers, seeing the alien sorry state rushed near him, they stopped just over him and one of them. Some private named Ramirez shouted

"We need a doctor or at least someone with medical knowledge"

Meanwhile, as this happened, the flames that were still fueled by the fuel this craft used started to be visible outside. After the situation was described to Scott he ordered

"Bring the alien to base, extinguish that ship!"

[Sarderistan]

Dr. Agatha Wilkes-Palmer, MD. Ph.D
Alien Crash Site, Area 87

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Dr. Palmer walked out of her Coupe de Ville once she heard the call of a medical officer needed, the military guard driving her standing beside the car. She had brought her purse into the field, just in case. It contains a surgical mask, a spare respiratory one, surgical blades and other tools better used in studying this new-found alien. It was a particularly interesting day, and one she doesn't want to miss. Her Kodak Instamatic hung like a necklace, full of films. Outside, she saw military teams extinguishing flames that come from the alien ship, and others carrying the extraterrestrial's body back to base. In front of them, Dr. Oswald stood still like a robot from the fantasy movies, looking at the spacecraft seriously.

"Do you need something, Dr. Oswald?" she asked. She took out her Instamatic camera and handed it out. "This might be useful," she gave him the camera. "Do return it when you are done. I meant to have personal photographs of this... alien. The government would not be the only one keeping the files," she offered him a slight smile. She returned to the military officers and asked for the alien body. It was a strange creature, to say the least. Three eyes and four fingers was only a small part of its weirdness. She watched as the creature gaped its mouth, if one could call the a hole full of fang-like teeths. "Take him on the van. I will be joining," she gestured at a black van nearby. She pulled out another two surgical masks and handed it to two military guards beside her. "You two, put this on; you will be followinng me inside."

[Rykil]

Area 87 Crashsite, Wounded ET
Nathan watched as the ET collapsed, giving better details of it's biology. To him, it seemed to be a form of predator as evidenced by it's teeth. The blue skin was currently unable to explained, although that would likely be explained in a more suitable environment. The three fingers also intrigued him. Three small, black eyes would indicate that it was a nocturnal predator, or at least one suited to low-light environments. Four arms, two of them might've been legs in a far-off evolutionary past. And in an even farther one all of it's limbs would be legs. Perhaps they became sapient through banding together for protection and the ability to hunt larger creatures. Then the rest of their history would've continued along as normal. All of this was just guesswork based on what he had to work with, however. Scott's new orders were clear, retrieve the alien and bring it back to base. He made his way past the soldiers.

"I'll try an' keep him going, but he needs to get a lab fast!"

Hearing the sound of a van pulling up he turned around and noticed Dr. Agatha ordering her two guards down the crater to retrieve the alien. Taking note of this he carefully flipped the ET onto it's back and began examining it's wounds, particularly the large opening in it's torso. Who knew what major organs were at risk, especially the threat of internal bleeding or hemorrhaging. He stood up once more and called to Dr. Agatha.

"Ey! Could use some help stabilizing this thing here! It's condition needs immediate attention, I'm a biologist, not a doctor. Think you could keep it alive?"

[Sarderistan]

Dr. Agatha Wilkes-Palmer, MD. Ph.D
Alien Crash Site, Area 87

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"I don't think so, Nathan. It's just..." Agatha put on her gloves, and
adjusted her surgical mask. She opened her purse and took a surgical knife. "I do not know what this is," she referred to a lung-like organ beneath what looked like its ribs, "or whatever caused its chest to tore apart. For now, suture and IV should suffice." Its internal organs seemed to be relatively undamaged, save for some cracked ribs. The wound has been only in the surface, and she sighed a relief on that. Carefully, she sliced up torn parts of its torso, emitting blue blood as she continued the surgical procedure. "This thing, it has no hemoglobines," she said to Nathan. "Green. But it has a spine. Very strange indeed," she finished the slice. With her fingers, she lifted up the thorn piece of blue skin into the light. "Fascinating. I hope it foesn't call its fellow Martian fighting-machines to wreck us," she said, a reference to War of the Worlds. She then took out her needle and thread, and proceeded to make a surgical suture at its thorax. "You, Darwinist, you better think of a theory why this thing bleeds sulfhemoglobin although it is a humanoid with spine," she told Nathan.

[Zjaum]

Dr. Philip Legg
The Wild West is Where I Want to Be

"My gosh, lady! You'd think that colorblindness would be a detractor from this line of work." Dr. Legg had left the vehicle a little later than most in the attempt to better prepare his kit. He now walked to the cadre, briefcase in tow. "I guess Tortoise wins this one over Hare. That's green blood, indicating higher probability of sulfhemoglobin, or perhaps sulfhemoglobinemia. Should've landed this hunk of metal a thousand miles north in Yellowstone. Well, regardless, keep working on it, doctor; I don't think there's much difference in my personal studies between you keeping it alive or you accidentally killing it."

He opened his briefcase and pulled out tongs and a relatively large test tube. He closed it and shoved it onto Jason. "Mister... Storm, yes. Please carry this for me. Since there's apparently nothing to shoot out here, I reckon it's the best use for you right now. Wait-"

He reopened his case and pulled out red saran wrap which had previously covered his lunch. "While it's alive, I'm just going to flash this in front of its face. If only one of its eyes blinks, then I'll know if its eyes are RGB receptacles. If not, well, you can't fault a man for trying." He held the plastic between the sun and the alien's three black dots for a fleeting few seconds.

[Endem]

Red? Such a Weird Color

He was half conscious as everything happened around him, he registered that something was put out of him, was he that badly damaged, he only wished that they will figure out his blood was Hemocyanin as they called it, he couldn't communicate with them, such a shame the only one capable of speaking their language died first on the ship. He then saw a flash of red before him, his eyes moved rapidly he would have blinked if it was possible for his species, trying to spot where the color went, Red was naturally attractive to species of their home planet. He learned in school that primitive members of their species hunted by setting big red pieces of cloth and killed the animals that came near. His hand moved to grab the piece, it then vanished from his view, his hand stopped dead in its tracks he then tried speaking

"Qu-ca-har-ba"

[Danceria]

Dr. Anthony Jefferson Dale, Ethologist
Fashionably late to Crash Site

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Whatever could amount to a fire brigade was amassed, and Dr. Dale cursed his oncoming age to being late to the party. The firefighter's helmet stood out as a stark contrast to his pristine labcoat. He already saw the circular shimmering object, and was agape. As the the din surrounded him, he eventually made his way towards where the ship was. He could provide first aid on any alien present, but then again, finding the Major would probably be a wiser course of action.

"They certainly didn't cover this in med school..." the elderly doctor muttered as he sought out the Major.

Red? Such a Weird Color

He was half conscious as everything happened around him, he registered that something was put out of him, was he that badly damaged, he only wished that they will figure out his blood was Hemocyanin as they called it, he couldn't communicate with them, such a shame the only one capable of speaking their language died first on the ship. He then saw a flash of red before him, his eyes moved rapidly he would have blinked if it was possible for his species, trying to spot where the color went, Red was naturally attractive to species of their home planet. He learned in school that primitive members of their species hunted by setting big red pieces of cloth and killed the animals that came near. His hand moved to grab the piece, it then vanished from his view, his hand stopped dead in its tracks he then tried speaking

"Qu-ca-har-ba"

He then heard something that caught his attention, something from the...medivan? Did they already secure a living alien? No time to waste, lives were at stake. If they could secure multiple survivors, all the better. With that, he dashed over to the Major, and breathlessly asked "Doctor...Dale ready to rescue."

[Endem]

I'm wounded and you debate over me!

He saw as someone else entered the place he was in, and feeling his consciousness slip he concentrated on getting up. He managed to put himself in a standing position and directed his vision at the newly arrived, he then started to talk while pointing at his wound

"Ba-har-ca-rt-mahe-ca qu-ca-har-ba, gr-ua-yh-ca-ya cr-grae vre-cr-grae-qu mahe-ua-nma-ca-grae-qu-cr-gp-ves"

You could sense distress in his words, he then collapsed back into his previous position, suddenly being struck with the realization they didn't understand him

[Zjaum]

Dr. Philip Legg
New Math

"He's angry!" Phil shouted with a smile that bore just a touch of cynicism. He chuckled a little and sighed a lot. "No, but seriously, if there are any scientists who aren't doing anything, please note in the logs that the alien's vision is not based on movement. Its reaction time is on par with, if not a tad slower than, that of humans, and the objects which can be seen can be translucent. Now, that's my thirty seconds of intervention done."

He stuffed the saran wrap in his pocket and wielded again his tube and tongs. He knelt down upon the ground and, trying not to get them on his clothes, picked up rocks, grass, and similar specimens with green liquid on it. "I'm fairly certain Mr. Extraterrestrial here won't be using this particular blood. I can run some tests and see if it is, in fact, hemocyanin like the good doctor suggests. Oh, while we're on the subject of our very own incipient Nobel prize winner-"

He reopened his briefcase and threw a bottle at Nathan, since Agatha was clearly too preoccupied. "I'm no linguistics expert, but I guess he's talking about this. That's a disinfectant. Might kill him, but the bacteria of Earth surely will anyways."

[Rykil]

Nathan O'Leary, Wounded ET

More doctors and biologists had since arrived and the crash site was secured, that was good. He observed the whole process mostly until Phil tossed a bottle of disinfectant at him. He spun it around a bit before pulling out a few disinfectant wipes for more precise decontamination. He knelt down and applied it to the alien's wounds and wiped his mouth as well to be absolutely sure the alien wouldn't get infected. Everytime someone made an incision or a cut to probe the alien's insides it was followed with disinfectant. However, a better and safer environment would be a laboratory in Area 87. Nathan stood up and gave a holler over towards the soldiers, but not before notifying the others.

"I'll order for a stretcher... Ay! Get us a stretcher and let's see if we can load em' up in a transport. Gotta get him back to base before the public starts gettin' some ideas!"

Two soldiers made their way down the slope with a stretcher in hand, awaiting any further commands or requests from the biologists and doctors working at the ET.

[Endem]

Burns!

As the substance touched his wound he felt something like a fire raging in it. He rolled on a site screaming, though, to them it would seem he was shrieking. The scream could probably be heard from at least half a mile. But the burning stopped, but the blood outflow didn't, and since none of the people operating on him did anything about it, he decided to cover the wound with his own hand. The outflow diminished a bit, but, it was nearly at the same rate as previously

[Talchyon]

Crash Site
Dr. Martin Oswald

Having come somewhat to his senses - at least, having come to as much sense as one can have the hour of seeing a crashed space alien ship with its passenger! - Dr. Oswald felt completely out of place. Various people had gathered around the wounded non-human. Interested biologists, mostly, though someone had the idea of putting antiseptic on the alien's wound. And here he was, simply an engineer who could calculate complex equations in his head.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Martin spoke up. "It's trying to keep itself from being like the French 20 years ago and bleeding all over everything. Somebody put some gauze or something on it."

Medicine was definitely not Dr. Oswald's strength or reason for being there. But even he knew that when something is bleeding, you don't just let it bleed. Sadly, his words had little effect on the otherwise occupied people.

So, shaking his head, he tried to rummage through what he could find in the military vehicle he was brought in until he found a first aid kit. Popping the top off, Martin grabbed as much gauze and tape as he could find, and then jogged over to the wounded creature. Pushing his way in, Dr. Oswald applied the gauze to the bleeding wounds and put some tape on.

It would be much better if they could keep this alien thing alive. For starters, no one likely was going to remember the odd noises the blue wonder was using when it was trying to communicate, and the linguists would want to analyze that non-stop. But for his purposes, Dr. Oswald wanted his chance to explore the ship - and a friendly alien being who was thankful at the Earthlings for saving its life was a much better tour guide than having to explore the thing on their own.

[Endem]

Thank You

The alien breathed heavily for a second and then look at his saver. He pulled himself up, he lost quite a lot of blood. He was told that these creatures shook hands as a sign of peace. He extended his arm to the person that saved him. He could not be more grateful to anybody in that van. He wanted to offer something or just said thank you, but he couldn't, damn language barrier, and why did the one person that knew their language needed to die first. Never the less he at least knew their non-verbal expressions.