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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.
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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"You're... Planning on going in there."
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He shrugged at the alien, like it wasn't a big deal.
"I mean, it's not exactly Tahiti, but I'm not turning down a chance to enjoy some ocean swimming. Very relaxing, you should try it sometime."
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"No self-respecting Saniers swims."
Sure there are some coastal groups and traditional fishing societies that swim, but those are hardly respectable people.
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Whatever, man. You do you, friend.
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"I supposed humans do have an easier time drying off." They're more naked than a fresh-hatched babe.
Then he looks pointedly at the tricorder in Tony's hands, because if there's one thing he is interested in, it's seeing the capabilities of this piece of technology first hand.
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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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But he wasn’t going to hide away on the ship to make sure he never ran into the man, either. He had as much right to be here on the beach as Stark did. The way the guy was staring made it impossible for Bucky to pretend he hadn’t noticed, though, so he finally looked up and acknowledged the other man’s presence.
“Stark.” His voice was rough, not from disuse this time – he’d actually talked more since coming to the ship than the entire decade previously – but from regret and grief. He couldn’t look at Tony without thinking of Howard, the memory of dispassionately shattering the man’s skull and killing his wife swirling through his mind. Howard had been a friend, a good one, and killing him hurt almost as much as the memory of nearly doing the same to Steve.
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Hey, look at that, Tony managed to say his name without resorting to profanities and childish insults. But he was still pulled taut and tense, like one of Barton's bow strings. (Another name he didn't want to hear right now. He was just barely holding himself together, he didn't need to think that his actions got his friends landed on the Raft.)
He didn't move, didn't take any steps further forward or back. His body language was screaming 'leave me alone' louder than words ever, ever could. He wanted to enjoy his time on the beach. It was a large beach, and he was here first. So...logically, Barnes would have to go away. And if logic didn't prevail, then the childish insults could start.
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He hadn't come out here to disturb anyone, and all he wanted was to be left alone as well. He'd planned to head as far down the beach as he could, just get the hell away from everyone for a while.
So he took the gruff 'greeting' as permission and continued on, swinging as wide a berth around Stark as he could get without ending up actually in the water.
(This may be a super short thread, lol. But hey, they interacted again!)
lol here we go
His tricorder started bleeping urgently, grabbing his attention away from Barnes' retreating form.
"Oh, shit."
....Language.
A baker's dozen of tentacles erupted out of the surf, sending a fine mist along the beach. The tentacles were a dark purple-blue with a greeny tinge, suckers on every surface. And they made a beeline for Barnes.
"BARNES! Hit the deck!"
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Then the next words registered. Maybe it was a trick to get him off guard, but Bucky trusted his gut and dove to the right. The fine sand hampered his movements, shifting beneath him rather than letting him roll over it. The next thing he knew, something impacted his ankle and wrapped tight around it, dragging him toward the water.
The sand gave him no purchase to try to stop the movement. When he turned he saw a tentacle tangled firmly around his leg, one of many that were waving around. There was one of the strange rocky outcroppings coming up; he clamped his left hand around the edge of the limestone, dug the fingers into the soft rock, and locked it in place.
He came to a wrenching halt, but the monster was strong, and the force threatened to tear his arm from his shoulder. Bucky shouted in agony, but clung desperately to the rock. This would teach him to go anywhere without a damn arsenal.
His only hope was Stark, but in all honesty he fully expected the man to let him drown. It was insufficient penance for what Bucky had done to Howard and his wife.
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Pulling on his gauntlet, he ran and fired at the same time, aiming as carefully as he could at the root of the biggest tentacle, the one that was wrapped around Barnes' leg. The water turned white and green with its thrashing, and there was an underwater screech that sounded like a big-rig's air brakes. Another shot, and the tentacle slithered back, releasing Barnes and retreating to nurse the injury.
They didn't have time to retreat, though. Seven more tentacles erupted from the ocean, aimed like baseball bats at its attacker. At Tony.
Tony was firing wildly at every single swipe, hitting some and missing others, cursing loudly the whole time.
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Thankfully, his left arm had enough crushing and wrenching power to grip and hurt the damn thing's tentacles. He was a blur as he fought, planting himself in front of Stark and taking the brunt of the attack, hoping Stark would be able to take care of the tentacles that got around him.
And wouldn't shoot him in the back, but he was fairly certain self-preservation would overcome hatred. There was no way either of them was getting out of this one alone. Once the fight was over was another story.
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Then again, he really didn't want Barnes turning on him, either. The gauntlet might dish out some hurt...but that metal arm would end the fight in an instant. Tony was nowhere in the fighting weight that the goddamn Winter Soldier was.
Soon, he was able to scramble back enough to get a clear shot at the water, and he took it, firing blast after blast at where he hoped the body of the beastie was lurking. The tentacles seemed hell-bent on turning Barnes into human tartare, which was not okay. If anybody got the privilege of taking down the bastard, it was Tony, not some nameless anime monster.
The village nearby was erupting with cries, and suddenly there were a good two dozen frog-men storming the beach, brandishing spears and some sort of liquid in leather casks. And when they started throwing the leather casks, they exploded when they hit the water, causing the surface to burn.
"Holy crap!"
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Breathing hard, he came to a stop at a safe distance and took stock of himself. The suckers on the tentacles appeared to have some kind of acidic slime on them, because he had chemical burns everywhere the thing had slapped against him. His ankle was the worst, where the tentacle had been wrapped around him for a good minute or more, and the flesh was swollen and puffy.
Nothing that would kill him - unless there was poison as well as acid, maybe, but the ship could probably heal it all. Assuming Stark didn't now turn on him.
Wary, he eyed the other man. "You hurt? Did it get you?" Stark wouldn't have the Soldier's enhanced healing ability, and the acid might do a lot more damage to him.
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He saw those angry chemical burns along Barnes' leg, and tried to hate him for it. Mostly succeeded. Even as the natives drove Cthulhu back into the briny deeps, Tony wanted nothing more than to stand up and march away. But he couldn't.
"Didn't touch me," he said, his tone brusque and annoyed. "Not once. Get your ass back to the ship, the doctor hologram thing can fix you up."
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The least he could do was keep Howard's son safe, whatever that cost him.
"Thanks for the warning," he added, sincere. "And the save. Honestly, I half expected you to let it take me. Wouldn't have blamed you."
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Tony's voice was flat and impersonal.
"Not now. Not because we fought a tentacle monster. Not ever. So don't expect that."
Even as the natives cleaned up the mess, Tony forced himself to ignore Barnes' injuries. Because there was saving the world...and saving your soul. Tony didn't know which was which anymore.
"I'm sorry you're hurt. But...get yourself cleaned up."
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What could he even say to that?
It really wasn't the sort of thing he could explain. If Stark didn't get it already, Bucky had no idea how to get it through to him.
"I'm glad you're okay," he said instead, sighing. "I'm not your enemy, Stark. Not anymore." Turning, he headed back to the village, not realizing he could have called for a transport from where he was.
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"Barnes!"
He barked the other man's name, and gestured to his chevron badge, swooping discretely on his chest.
"You can't walk back to the ship in your condition. Call for transport."
You dumbass, he didn't add.
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Tapping his badge, Bucky waited for the chirp. "Uh, can you beam me to sickbay from here?" At the affirmative, he braced himself for the unnerving column of gold to surround him.
Just before it appeared, he flipped a smirk at the other man. "Careful, Stark. Almost sounds like you care." Then he was gone, ensuring he got the last word.
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