E.T.A- Alien Roleplay ~ New and Accepting!

[Chickenly]

Good! Nontas replied. He was pressing a few buttons, preparing the shuttle for the day and opening up the trading ports. Also, please do call me Nontas. he had never been a fan of 'Mr.President' or 'President'. It sounded too professional, maybe.

Loskor grunted, stretching as he picked up the foot and sighed, just sort of...staring at it for a minute or two before walking over to a shelf and putting the foot in. There were lots of machines in this cabinet, most of which he was going to use eventually, or hasn't even found a use for it at all.

[nyctomancy]

candor
The loric alien has spent the majority of his night awake, rushing about to further the progress of his self-sustainable plant crop. The whole idea was that the consumables could fully grow, and take care of their own, and would only need to be harvested during the later seasons. Candor thought it would be quite the improvement for the ship, and would provide the crew and citizens with a surplus of food. The only problem was that he couldn't quite get it right. After all, modifying a plant's genes were an easily task, one just had to make sure the modifying was done correctly. He certainly didn't want a repeat of last year's alpha test one. Yeech. On his shoulder, Balik, the chimaera slept, contently snoring in his smaller, gecko body. Around Candor floated the miscellaneous tools he was using, suspended in the air by his telepathy. Whenever a different tool was needed, or the man needed to pull up another schematic, he would simply levitate the needed print over to him. It helped.

jathan.
The four-legged, blue alien roamed the ship, his bladed tail out behind him. The advisor had already completed his morning lap, designed to wake himself up from the slumber of hypersleep. Soon enough, Jathan was aware that he would be called before the new President, to serve him as he served the last. But for now he didn't mind enjoying his moment of freedom.

[InfectedHau]

Very well, Mr. Nontas, Arzakha said. She then widened the scope of her thoughts, broadcasting to the entire ship. <Attention, passengers and crew of the E.T.A.S. Faraday.> She had named the ship herself, after a famous scientist on a world she had visited long ago. <We are currently 1.8 light-years away from our destination. We will be docking shortly. Please take this time to locate your belongings, so as to speed the unloading process.>

[nyctomancy]

candor
The man frowned, glancing over at the still-growing plant situated within a prototype flowerpot. While he held the hopes that this landing wouldn't be difficult as some of the last had been, (as the terrain seemed to change each time), Candor went through his precaution checklist before fully pouring over the items on the list. Using his telekinesis, he replaced his tools in the proper cupboards, and began to file away his numerous blueprints, each in their designated spot. While it wasn't the most interesting of work, it was important nonetheless as the ship needed to be maintained.

It was only then he turned back to his plant hybrid, which would hopefully become the first of it's kind. His research determined that the leafy consumable for respond adequately to being cryofrozen, and would hold none of the ill effects that occasionally reflected in his other experiments. Gently placing the hybrid in the small space, Candor's digits fiddled with the various dials surrounding the outside of the chamber. Seconds after closing the blank door closed, a clear liquid was poured into the box, which was then instantly frozen by the vent. Satisfied the plant was now protected, the loric took the moment to look around, before retreating to his private quarters. Once inside, he locked the door.

jathan
At the pilot's message, the andalite walked towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Closing his eyes, he pictured a bird within his mind, highlighting it's expressive details. The change was almost imminent within the next few seconds, as his spine began to collapse in on itself in a painful maneuver, and feathers began to erupt slowly from his skin. As two minutes passed, Jathan was soon a full peregrine falcon, which he then flew from the establishment. The bird then flew through the corridors, relaying the telepathic message to the other shipmates.

[Chickenly]

Nontas smiled slightly, but didn't reply as he listened to her make the announcement. The shuttle would dock on occasion, generally to drop other aliens off at other places or something like that. Having recently become president, this would be the first time he's docked somewhere at such a rank.

Loskor heard the announcement and started to gather up his things, especially the liquids and glasses, almost desperately. Dropping a bottle in the process, the alien groaned and had it cleaned up by a maintenance droid. Those things were useful.

Volun grunted, not really getting much ready. It wasn't like he had to, anyways. Getting out of his dormitory, he began to walk towards the main room.

[LoliNeko]

Lunette, hearing the announcement, simply rolled over and fell of the rafter she was sleeping on. "ow." she muttered, before falling back asleep on the floor, as far as she knew she wasn't scheduled to get off the ship or anything, so she figured there was no point in getting up.

[InfectedHau]

Having alerted the passengers, Arzakha contacted the mind of the Space Traffic Control officer at the docking station. Transit hub control, this is the E.T.A.S Faraday, requesting permission to dock, over.

"We read you, Faraday," The control officer responded over the ship coms, "You have permission to dock at gate 17-B, over."

Roger that control, Arzakha replied. Faraday out. She took the ship in, lining up the docking ports on its sides with the loading tubes that ferried cargo and passengers between the transit hub and the shuttles. <We have now docked at the Gamma Orionis Transit Hub,> She broadcast to the ship. <Please make sure that you have all your luggage with you, the crew of this ship is not responsible for lost or stolen items. Thank you for using ETA Transportation.> Once the passengers had all unloaded, She addressed the crew. <We don't have another flight scheduled for today,> She said. <So everyone is free to move about the Transit hub, as long as everyone is back her at 0400 hours tomorrow.> She got up from her pilot's chair and walked around the ship, checking up on her crew. You can get up if you want, Lunette, she thought to her Animagian crewmate as she walked into the docking station. We have a day of shore leave, it would do you good to get out and stretch your legs.

[nyctomancy]

candor
Tightly clutching a vat of who-knows-what, colour bloomed back into the man's face once the ship docked, and he allowed himself to be at ease. Standing on shaky legs, Candor made his way over to his compartment door, when he then opened. Taking a deep breathe, it was then he allowed himself to depart from the ship, in hopes of gathering research.

[ wb ]

[Chickenly]

Soon enough, later, a relatively small fighter ship returned, landing at the docking station. While eight aliens had been sent on this expedition, only three returned- two of them being Juizian and Sypeta. They both appeared to be quite injured, and judging by their pretty grim expressions, the mission had failed.

Nontas frowned upon monitoring the docking station. Juizian not only was one of his best fighters, but his cousin, as well. At least they would know that the strange ship that had been detected quite a ways away was, in fact, hostile. However, they seemed to have suffered some losses in the process.

[nyctomancy]

Wait, I thought we were docking at a planet?? I'm confused. ]