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Characters: All passengers!
Stardate: 58575.3
Location: Hoitu’yunia
Summary: The passengers land on their first planet.
Warnings: Please warn for anything graphic in subject lines.
Planet: Hoitu’yunia, Class M planet
People: Hoitu
Welcome to your first planet, space explorers. The Illyria lands, somewhat roughly, on the planet, though considering what the ship has been through, things really go about as well as can be expected. Anyone who steps off the ship will find themselves on a seemingly endless beach, greeted by the smell of the sea and a warm breeze. Here, they will find the Hoitu people, and an interesting environment and with exciting locations to explore.
[The People]
The Hoitu people are hospitable and friendly, willing to lend a hand to passengers with problems or trades. They are an amphibious lifeform bearing some resemblance to frogs. It is as unadvisable and inaccurate to call them “frog people,” however, as it would be to call a human a “hairless ape.” Although they may have similar creatures in their remote evolutionary ancestry, they are biologically different organisms.
Like the frogs of earth, they have long, strong back legs with exceedingly stretchy tendons, allowing them to jump seemingly impossible distances with ease. Their webbed hands and feet have distinct and defined fingers, allowing them to manipulate their environment in a more sophisticated way. Their skin is smooth, slick, and coated in mucus, and their eyes are large- taking up about two- thirds of their face.
[Social]
Within their villages, the Hoitu see no need for clothing and have no nudity taboo. When hunting or traveling in the forests, however, they are known to don special suits to protect them from the sun and heat.
Their food is heavily meat-based and they consider several forms of insects a delicacy. Discussions with the elders of the coastal community reveal that they are members of a nontraditional group, created in response to political strife. As a result of their departure from their traditional environments, they have been cut off from many of their previous primary food source. Now, they experiment with new forms of seafood, and hunt. Some attempts have also been made to establish trade relations with the parent population, with limited success.
[Locations]
I. The beach
The beaches are spotted with large outcroppings of limestone, sometimes along the coast itself and sometimes jutting out from the ocean. These have been known to take a variety of strange shapes and local lore has sprung up around them, linking them with mythological-historical events and cultural heroes. This place, frankly, is a travel agent's dream.
In fact, you might want to come back later, after you've explored a bit. There's plenty to see, after all, from the stunning limestone formations along the coast, to the bioluminescent algae in the tide that the Hoitu rave about.
II. The coastal village
Some distance down the beach from the landing site is the village of Kalia'yunia, a coastal settlement built in the shallows themselves, its buildings sitting on posts to keep them from flooding.
The Hoitu are a welcoming and friendly people, placing a high value on hospitality. While this particular settlement is far from wealthy, they are quick to offer their guests anything they may need (I hope you like seafood).
The water in the center of the village seems to the center of everyday life, and it is there that you can find the market, the place of honor of the village elders, the playgrounds of the youngest villagers, and just about every other aspect of public life. There are a few wooden platforms for the Hoitu to rest upon, of course, but you will likely make much more use of them than they do.
III. Limestone coastal caves
In some areas along the coast, the limestone in the local bedrock has been worn away by the tides, creating caves and underground rivers which extend far into the mainland. Some of these cave systems are certainly accessible, but be careful! Getting lost in them is dangerous and drowning in the process of reaching is a real possibility, particularly around high tide.
IV. Exploring inland- the rainforest
The truly adventurous may even wish to travel a ways inland, to explore the tropical rainforest; it is a tempting destination, teeming with life as it is. But both the Hoitu and your concerned commanding officers will advise you not to venture too far in, especially without a guide. It is far too easy to get lost and far too dangerous to do so.
Stardate: 58575.3
Location: Hoitu’yunia
Summary: The passengers land on their first planet.
Warnings: Please warn for anything graphic in subject lines.
Planet: Hoitu’yunia, Class M planet
People: Hoitu
Welcome to your first planet, space explorers. The Illyria lands, somewhat roughly, on the planet, though considering what the ship has been through, things really go about as well as can be expected. Anyone who steps off the ship will find themselves on a seemingly endless beach, greeted by the smell of the sea and a warm breeze. Here, they will find the Hoitu people, and an interesting environment and with exciting locations to explore.
[The People]
The Hoitu people are hospitable and friendly, willing to lend a hand to passengers with problems or trades. They are an amphibious lifeform bearing some resemblance to frogs. It is as unadvisable and inaccurate to call them “frog people,” however, as it would be to call a human a “hairless ape.” Although they may have similar creatures in their remote evolutionary ancestry, they are biologically different organisms.
Like the frogs of earth, they have long, strong back legs with exceedingly stretchy tendons, allowing them to jump seemingly impossible distances with ease. Their webbed hands and feet have distinct and defined fingers, allowing them to manipulate their environment in a more sophisticated way. Their skin is smooth, slick, and coated in mucus, and their eyes are large- taking up about two- thirds of their face.
[Social]
Within their villages, the Hoitu see no need for clothing and have no nudity taboo. When hunting or traveling in the forests, however, they are known to don special suits to protect them from the sun and heat.
Their food is heavily meat-based and they consider several forms of insects a delicacy. Discussions with the elders of the coastal community reveal that they are members of a nontraditional group, created in response to political strife. As a result of their departure from their traditional environments, they have been cut off from many of their previous primary food source. Now, they experiment with new forms of seafood, and hunt. Some attempts have also been made to establish trade relations with the parent population, with limited success.
[Locations]
I. The beach
The beaches are spotted with large outcroppings of limestone, sometimes along the coast itself and sometimes jutting out from the ocean. These have been known to take a variety of strange shapes and local lore has sprung up around them, linking them with mythological-historical events and cultural heroes. This place, frankly, is a travel agent's dream.
In fact, you might want to come back later, after you've explored a bit. There's plenty to see, after all, from the stunning limestone formations along the coast, to the bioluminescent algae in the tide that the Hoitu rave about.
II. The coastal village
Some distance down the beach from the landing site is the village of Kalia'yunia, a coastal settlement built in the shallows themselves, its buildings sitting on posts to keep them from flooding.
The Hoitu are a welcoming and friendly people, placing a high value on hospitality. While this particular settlement is far from wealthy, they are quick to offer their guests anything they may need (I hope you like seafood).
The water in the center of the village seems to the center of everyday life, and it is there that you can find the market, the place of honor of the village elders, the playgrounds of the youngest villagers, and just about every other aspect of public life. There are a few wooden platforms for the Hoitu to rest upon, of course, but you will likely make much more use of them than they do.
III. Limestone coastal caves
In some areas along the coast, the limestone in the local bedrock has been worn away by the tides, creating caves and underground rivers which extend far into the mainland. Some of these cave systems are certainly accessible, but be careful! Getting lost in them is dangerous and drowning in the process of reaching is a real possibility, particularly around high tide.
IV. Exploring inland- the rainforest
The truly adventurous may even wish to travel a ways inland, to explore the tropical rainforest; it is a tempting destination, teeming with life as it is. But both the Hoitu and your concerned commanding officers will advise you not to venture too far in, especially without a guide. It is far too easy to get lost and far too dangerous to do so.
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There's a nice view up there too.
However, she is getting more rest and does venture out once in awhile. One might actually catch her out on the beach in a bathing suit or in the village wearing a cute sundress. It's been awhile since she's had a chance for some R&R, even before she came to the Illyria, so she's taking advantage of it.
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As he minces along the hot sand to try and find a shady spot to sit and listen to the waves, he sees someone nearby. Dark hair, tanned skin... unusual forehead. Ah, it's that engineer lady from Illyria. She has a reputation for having a bit of a temper, but rarely does Axel pass up an opportunity to chat with a captive audience with useful skills. Being chummy with someone who knows how to work a spaceship might just come in handy, after all.
He makes his way toward her carefully, making sure not to kick up any sand, then pauses about a meter away.
"This seat taken?" he asks benignly, well aware he probably looks like a ninny wearing that hat, but it's better than being extra crispy in ten seconds flat.
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As a new shadow appears, and a voice to accompany it, B'Elanna looks up. She gives him a once over. Not having yet met this particular fellow, but she's seen him around. It's impossible to miss that hair after all.
Sitting up, she sets the PADD aside.
"It is now," she replies, gesturing for him to sit and moving aside to share some of the shade of her umbrella.
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village
Well, damn. Hot forehead chick is totally hot outside of a command structure. Go figure.
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B'Elanna was meandering through the village's little market, learning about the culture, and seeing what sorts of wares they had. But it didn't take her long to realize there were eyes following her.
That is, the eyes of a curious little Hoitu girl that peered shyly from around one of the vendor carts. Having been spotted, the amphibious girl ducked back a bit. That is until B'Elanna bent down to her level and started talking to her. There was a conversation, which eventually resulted in the girl giving B'Elanna a necklace of small shells that were strung together. Th girl then giggled and bounded back to her mother who was nearby.
Standing, she put the shells around her neck and... That's when she caught Tony staring. Folding her arms, she gives him a look.
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It also didn't occur to him that human - okay, humanoid - bathing outfits might have changed over the centuries, until he saw the engineer from the ship in an entirely different outfit from the practical cover-all uniform of the crew.
He couldn't help staring, didn't realize how obvious and probably rude he was being. Really, it covered just about as much as the sleeveless undershirt and makeshift shorts he'd stripped down to, but the effect was entirely different.
For one thing, her legs looked like they went on forever.
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She had just gone for a swim in the ocean and came out of the surf, dripping wet, and heading for her towel. She had a little set up on the beach with an umbrella and a few other things.
Picking up one of her towels, B'Elanna was drying herself off when she spotted Bucky. She noticed his staring. Putting her towel around her neck, and her hands on her hips, she frowned at him. What are you staring at, mister?
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Let it never be said that Yamato has a figure she is shy about showing off. Anyone looking for a good time on the beach might find her around as well-and she's brought a picnic lunch with her umbrella today. Bother her for some delicious treats?
I.b. Night Battle Something big is out there tonight. A huge shape cuts through the water at high speed, judging by the enormous wake it leaves behind. At first, it just moves up and down the coast, looping out to sea before turning back in towards shore, slaloming around islands and invisible obstacles.
And then it turns in towards shore, as if it is going to beach itself-but at the apex of the wake is Yamato, sliding across the surface of the water even as her wake turns into a bow wave as she comes ashore again. She walks up the beach cheerfully and then stops when she sees you. The moment is only broken when her stomach growls like a bear.
I.b.
As he gets closer to the water, though, he can see a large series of waves rolling toward the shore. They're not especially huge, they don't look like they'll cause any damage or anything, but he's a bit surprised, since the surf seemed fairly calm earlier. Maybe it's got something to do with the moon?
That's when he notices these waves aren't natural, something is making them. And that something is now rapidly approaching the shore. He takes half a step back, wondering if he should sound some kind of alarm, but as the object draws closer, he can vaguely make out a humanoid figure. He tilts his head, absolutely baffled, and when Yamato gracefully steps ashore and heads up the beach, Axel can only stand there with a completely baffled look on his face. Wait, was she actually serious when she indicated she was a battleship? He's not sure how a ship can be a person, or vice-versa, but... something is definitely afoot here.
She notices him a moment later, but before she can speak or he can ask what's going on, the quiet of the night is broken by a very loud growling sound.
This night just keeps getting stranger.
Axel actually has to laugh when he realizes it's her stomach growling.
"I was about to ask if you were having trouble sleeping," he says, still chuckling, "but maybe I should ask instead if you were hunting for a midnight snack."
Re: I.b.
"I-I do not really require much sleep in this state." Yamato flushed a bit. "I can remain awake for a week or more if need be, though I incur a great deal of sleep debt. As for the snacks..." Her stomach growled again and she clutched it in an attempt to shut it up. "That takes a lot of energy. I will...probably need to sit down and consume a great deal of food. More than you would eat in a week, all in one sitting."
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the village
He watched the children play for a moment before walking around the center where the water was towards the market. There he hoped to find something to eat or speak to more people along his way.
Re: the village
Even so, she closed her eyes before chomping down.
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"It's like being on Survivor." He commented, unsure if he was truly interested in the offer or not, but concedes anyway and pops it into his mouth. Definitely not a taste he was expecting, though not horrible.
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The beach
He did manage to get permission to get a tricorder, because like hell was he not playing with one of those, and was torn - between trying to figure out if this was a carbon-based planet, or what - and lounging on the beach with a mai tai and wondering if any of the natives knew anything about basic massage.
Because if he was going to lounge around on an alien planet, he was doing it old school pulp sci-fi style. Buck Rogers, eat your heart out.
He wound up splitting the difference, casually propped up against one of the limestone outcroppings, wondering exactly how corrosive the sea-water was and if there was a banth or thoat or Jaws or something in the water. A swim would be nice. So he had the tricorder aimed at the sea, searching for venomous or predacious critters.
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It was so... open out here. He felt exposed. It mades his scar itch. He was about to give in to mounting agoraphobia when he spotted a familiar figure with a device he had been becoming acquainted with himself. That had his curiosity itching instead.
"What are you analyzing?" he asks, approaching Tony.
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Tony glanced up, flashed one of his flashy grins, and waved the tricorder vaguely at the ocean.
"Making sure there's no carnivores in there. Making sure the water isn't acidic to my delicate, papery-pale skin. Wouldn't that be something? First human being to ever step on this planet, and he dissolves like an Alka-Seltzer tablet the second he goes in the ocean."
Because Tony thought of these things.
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So walking along the edge of the water here was an entirely new experience for him. He'd lost his shoes and most of his shirts back in the village when he'd been hanging out with the locals, and now he tore most of the legs off his pants as well. In shorts and a tank top, his arm exposed, he padded along the edge of the waterline and let the waves roll over his feet and shins.
When he spotted Stark ahead, he nearly turned around and left, not wanting to antagonize the man. In the end he kept going, refusing to allow anyone to chase him off when he was doing nothing wrong. He kept his head down, as if all his attention was focused on the water, though in fact he was keeping a sharp eye on the other man. If Stark didn't want to deal with him, Bucky could pass by and they'd both pretend they hadn't seen each other. He'd leave it to Stark to make the opening move.
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Son of a bitch. He'd managed to forget (or at least pretending that he forgot) that Barnes was still on the ship. And now here, strolling around like he owned the place. Having a lovely little constitutional along a tropical beach, free as a bird. And walking right toward him. His heart-rate jumped, and he swallowed hard against the lump of fear and anger in his throat. Of course, he had his gauntlet on him, but he didn't trigger it. Not yet.
...God, that metal arm. Tony would be fascinated by it if he hadn't seen it crush Howard's skull like an egg.
He just watched Barnes approach, eyes on and not moving an inch.
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lol here we go
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Disaché is not a big nature person. He spent his childhood as a city boy, alternating mostly between the cool sterility of labs and the comfortable indoor luxury that he received as the Enlightened's wunderkind. The second half of his life was mostly spent aboard space stations and space craft.
So it's not exactly a great surprise that he spends much of his time on the ship. He can be found all over the public areas of the ship - and sometimes in the labs, with appropriate supervision - almost always accompanied by a datapad.
He has a lot of information to absorb about this universe. And a careful selection of his own research data to upload into the Illyria's databanks.
B - The Coastal Village
[Warning for eating bugs?]
Disaché spends most of his - very brief - visits to the village looking like someone smeared something unpleasant under his nose. The hospitality is fine. The utter disregard for proper dress he can deal with - his Shumel foster family had always been very lax about nudity. But by the Goddess and God that slimy skin and those bulbous eyes are disgusting. He absolutely refuses to touch any of them. This is way worse than humans and their sweating.
He's also unimpressed by most of the local diet. Seafood is for the poor and desperate and he won't touch that either. But there is one sign that these Hoitu are actually civilized.
Disaché can feel the saliva gathering in his mouth as he watches a local slowly roast a skewer of fat insects. Expressing his interest, he receives a skewer once it's done cooking, actually saying 'thank you' for once.
But before he can dig in, he needs to make sure it's safe to eat, so out comes his borrowed tricorder. Useful devices, these. Safety ensured, he snaps the tricorder closed and takes a bite.
Crunchy on the outside, soft and warm on the inside, and simply delicious. It almost reminds him of home. Licking away the thick yellow paste oozing from the bitten carapace, he goes in for more.
C - Rainforest
If there's one bit of ecological continuity between habitable planets, it's that rainforests are a treasure trove of biological diversity and unique compounds.
While neither an adventurer nor a field biologist, Disaché feels like this is too good an opportunity to pass up. How better to prove his medical and research capabilities than to discover new life-saving (or at least life-improving) compounds? Maybe then he can convince the captain to give him his own lab...
Still, he looks out of place tromping through the greenery after his Hoitu guide, with his ears pressed low against his head and his arms crossed tight over his chest - except for when he's swatting at persistent bugs. Ugh, insects should be on his dinner plate, not trying to make dinner of him.
Pausing, he turns to whichever poor shipmate decided to join this expedition. "Hurry up, I don't want to be out here all day."
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Axel has done a lot of traveling in his days. He has been to many worlds, and tried many different local foodstuffs. However, he has never in his life consumed an insect, and he has absolutely zero plans for that to change. Disaché looks positively enraptured by this kabob, though, and Axel sort of grimaces as he takes a nice big crunchy bite of... giant cicada or whatever that is. Axel isn't really the squeamish sort, but... come on, dude, that's nasty. Granted, the locals seem to enjoy their giant cicadas, too--the vendor is quite busy--so he can't really judge. Maybe these folks would think ice cream was gross, after all.
There truly was no accounting for taste.
Sidling up alongside Disaché, watching him lick the questionable yellow goo from his lips, Axel stifles a bit of a chuckle and taps at the corner of his own mouth in demonstration.
"You, ah... missed a spot, champ."
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Or a vampire, for that matter.
Either way, the planet was far too hot and sunny for him. At the same time, he wanted free of the confines of the ship, even if it was just for a while. Not being able to leave had been starting to itch at him, and getting a breath of fresh air was exactly what he needed.
Finally, Bucky got to see what he couldn't help thinking of as his first 'real' aliens. The first ones that didn't look like someone had spray-painted a human, but instead like something that couldn't possibly exist on Earth.
Fascinated, he spent quite a bit of time in the village, loitering on the docks and watching the locals more than talking to them. He fussed with the comm badge until he figured out how to turn off the translator for a while, so he could hear the strange croaking and bubbling noises that the creatures used as speech.
He even tried ribbiting a few words back at them, much to their entertainment and hilarity. Bucky was a fast learner when it came to languages, having had so many implanted in him that he had a broad base to draw on. But it turned out human throats just couldn't make the kinds of sounds required.
Also, he was pretty sure from the bubbles of laughter that they were actually teaching him to say 'Hi, I'm a hairless ape', not 'Hi, nice to meet you'.
It didn't long before he was forced to strip down to his last top layer, a sleeveless undershirt that unfortunately showed off his metal arm and the scars where it joined to his body, but it was too God damned hot for anything else.
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He could see he wasn't the only being here with a prosthetic, but the other human's brought to mind a memory of the metal arm he'd seen his father wearing in the holovids. Unlike Luke, Anakin had never covered his in synthflesh. Luke's looked less noticeable outright, but the transition from synthflesh to flesh and bone was still visible without long sleeves on.
Luke sighed. "Not my first experience with this type of environment, but I'm not sure I'll ever totally get used to it." He commented. "Even with spending pretty much half my time on a jungle planet back home. Maybe I'm still a desert rat at heart or something."
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For her part, Martha was wearing shorts and a tank top. Her hair was piled on top of her head to keep cool, though tendrils were already frizzing and sticking to her neck.
"First encounter with aliens?" She asked.
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The heat wasn't anything new to him, between growing up on Tattooine and spending so much time in the jungles of Yavin IV. He was glad that he'd been wearing his Jedi robe when he arrived on the ship. It looked warm, but sheltered his head from the sun even so.
Still, he was pleased he could strip down and take a swim, although he wished he had a swimsuit. He made sure his dip was secluded, not wanting to have any unintended exposure, since he'd always been pretty modest.
The village:
Luke wandered into the village later on, after his swim. He wasn't phased by the aquatic inhabitants, given that so many races existed in the galaxy alone, let alone outside it. Gungans, Mon Calamari, and many others were semi-aquatic. There was actually a bit of similarity to Cilgal's species, except that Mon Cal were more cephalapod-like and not really jumpers like these. And not all species wore much in the way of clothing, so that wasn't unusual either. Chewie only wore his ammo belt, and the Ewoks only wore head coverings at times and various accessories, not much human-like clothing.
He couldn't help concentrating on their Force essences, wondering if they were a Force-sensitive species or not. THings might be very different outside the galaxy, but then, the Yuzhaan Vong were outsiders and had been open to the Force at one time in their history.
He was mostly happy to look and learn, wondering if perhaps he might be able to take back information he discovered here to increase knowledge back home.
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And it had a rather beautiful face, when one finally caught sight of it, appraising vegetables and algae on display in the village.