#;nyetera threads

It looked like a falling star before the loud crash, a few miles outside the city limits. Firey and falling fast, the thing that looked like a falling star crashes into the earth.

And someone crawls out.

Not a star, not a meteor, instead a small, single passenger ship. It wasn't too badly damaged before the landing-- if you could call it that-- but now it was hardly recognizable. The fact that the pilot? passenger? was alive at all was a small wonder.

Zaxaria, badly burned, bruised and scraped but still alive, crawls out of the ship, panting and gasping for air. He has only the clothes on his back and a large, woven bag on his shoulder as he gets away from the smoldering mess that was once his ship.

He crawls a few feet and then collapses down and turns over onto his back to look up at the stars, to look up at where he had just been. Miserably, he wonders why he's in so much pain. If Idavians are known for anything, it's their high pain tolerance. And yet, he hurts. Everything seems to hurt.

While Sci had brought Captain and Noah to whatever the big important meeting was on this planet, and Broadcast, Sidekick, Rite, and Grouper stayed on board to watch over things, Creature itself had tasked Nyetera to go gather a few things on planet. Nyetera had asked if he could take someone with him, to which Creature said he had to go alone, as was his task, Nyetera had ventured outwards, trying not to feel too dejected.

Nyetera did not care much to be out here alone, on a planet he knew nothing about, with no directions of which to speak, only a list of items to gather. He was going to have to ask someone for help, he knew this, but still wasted about an hour of time wandering around looking on his own in hopes he might just stumble across what he needs by divine intervention.

As per usual, the two goddesses that were said to watch over Suitinrix were not watching over the forgotten crown prince of the place.

Eventually, he does come across someone who looks slightly less intimidating, and Nye approaches. The two converse for a short while before the other gives Nyetera an odd look and asks where he's from. Nyetera knows this is a bad sign. His accent is clearly Idavian, and while Idavains have not left Sutinrix for decades, the borders of the planet were closed, some still knew of them or had even met some who had fled prior to the second civil war that had closed the borders in the first place.

Nyetera attempts to stumble through the practiced story he has for just such an occasion but he's an impressively bad liar and by the time the other being has their hand on his veil to lift it and his hood and pull it back, it's too late.

The hood is down, the veil is up, Nyetera is once again Zaxaria and it's nothing short of panic that he feels. Only Idavian royalty have freckles. There is no real hiding the bright pink freckles that spatter his green skin, no hiding his dark curls or long, thin antennae. He does the only thing he can think of and takes off running in the other direction. He's by no mean able to keep up long distances but he can sprint and sprint he does.

Truthfully, Nyetera doesn't even know if he's being pursued, he only knows he needs to get out of here and get out of here now. He can't quite remember the way back to the ship, and Creature may just kill him for not getting the supplies he was directed to, but death would be a mercy compared to his mother finding him.

There are two people outside it, walking in the opposite direction of the ship. One is very small, comically so compared to the one walking with him. They almost look like parent and child based on height alone. The smaller one wears a long, grayish smock of sorts that covers him from head to toe, and a veil over his face. His wrists are wrapped with what looks like red scarves. It's the only pop of color he wears, offset by a long green tail that curls and flicks as he walks, barefoot.

Next to him, taller, Captain, wears a long white dress, long black gloves and black boots. He also has on a hood and a scarf, as well as a mask that covers most of his face, save for six black eyes that stand out starkly against his own pale pinkish-purple skin. He carries a bag on his shoulder, probably to carry back supplies, his own tail is forked at the end and keeps lightly batting Nye's tail as the two of them walk.

It's Captain that spies Ras first, his tail no longer waging war against Nye's, instead flicking over to the side and downwards. He doesn't know why Ras would be walking towards their ship, he doesn't recognize him. So he stops, Nyetera does too, almost at the same time he does.

"howdy." It's a human phrase Captain learned and held onto. "nothing to see back there, y'know. we've got our permit to dock. and since we're headed out, should be, y'know... hint enough that we don't have much to steal right at the moment, so..."

It was rare that Nyetera was allowed onto Earth at all, let alone unaccompanied. So rare, in fact, that he had been afraid to go at all. Captain had insisted, however, and Nyetera was inclined to take his opinion to heart more than almost any of the other crew members on the ship.

The flowers were beautiful. They had had flowers like this back home, though the ones there were much bigger. Nyetera had never been able to spend much time on the surface of Suitinrix, he was confined, mostly, to the castle. But every now and again, Dex had taken him out. Nye smiles to himself at the memory.

"no," his voice is quite soft but filled to bursting with genuineness. "there is, so many places. torn apart a, and.. not so nature filling, you see?"

Nyetera struggles to describe it, to paint the picture with his words. He doesn't feel he even knows enough words in English to describe some of the things he has seen.

Captain doesn't like this. In fact, he's pretty sure he hates this. Whatever feelings he has towards the crew at large, he doesn't want to see them all slaughtered. Ras was confident. Captain could see that, could practically feel it bleeding off of him. Captain could only assume that meant he had reason to be.

"okay, let's go. nye, c'mon." Captain nudges Nyetera as playfully as he can under these circumstances. Nyetera looks up at him, then grips his arm tight as they make their way back towards the ship.

The walk is short. Captain walks slowly for Nyetera, who walks with a slight limp. He doesn't chit chat, only hopes, prays to whatever forgotten god may be listening, that they all make it through this alive.

When they reach the dock the door opens after Captain presses a hand to a panel. As they enter, a voice says, gleefully, from over some kind of speaker system,

"visiting hours aren't until tomorrow! sorry, you'll have to come back uh, never!"

If any god is listening, Broadcast will shut the fuck UP, Captain thinks.

Evidently none are, at least to Captain, because Broadcast keeps talking.

Nyetera is the one who finds her. He thinks it's because his cycle of sleep is different from most of the others and he happened to be walking down the hall when she arrived. Some of the others will be there soon, he's also sure of that. Cast most likely, maybe Kicks, too. Creature itself, if they're unlucky.

He is a small creature, in a grayish smock with a hood and lacey veil hanging down over his face. From under the smock his feet are visible, bare and clawed. He has a long tail with a tuft of black hair at the end of it that curls and waves softly as he looks at her from behind the veil.