Crashlanding of the Macrabe kind [closed]

John Capore was still in Kansas. I know, shocking right? You would think he would want out of this particular state after that one thing that happened in Kansas City recently. Not really though. He had been born in this state and spent the first eleven years of his life here. Not like one incident was enough for him to want to leave such a place. It was just some random event in the history of, well history. Yeah, that's what it was. Just another moment in time. Nothing to even bother trying to remember.

This entire planet and its history was far too complicated and diverse to keep track of. What would you even count as significant enough to detail? Where would you even start? "Ugh." it hurt his head thinking about that. So bad an idea to even be thinking about. He had to think about something else. That should help right? Right? Just, what to think about? Wow, this corn tastes good. It was really buttery too, and fresh. The lunch he was supposed to be eating was a good start. It was food after all. Food that tasted quite delicious. Plucked right out of the local cornfields that stretched for acre after acre. Corn that seemed to go on forever There was a lot of corn nearby. That's what he was trying to say.

After lunch he remained sitting for a few more minutes before finally leaving. Food paid for and he even left a generous tip. Now he just needed to figure out where to go next. John pulled out his keys and got into his car. He started it and just drove. Nowhere in particular, he just drove wherever. With so much corn along the sides of the road it was impossible to tell if you were even getting anywhere. There was nothing else to even see. That was until he saw something in the sky. Something large was coming down. Flames surrounded a large, metallic looking object as it came down towards the ground itself. A fallen satellite perhaps? It was sure worth checking out. He took a slight detour to head in that direction. The roads were so confusing that he could not figure out the most direct path to where it was heading. He kept on going however in hopes of possibly finding out where it might land. He could no longer see it in the sky. By this point it must have crashed. If only he could find out where.

Ah, the fresh smell of the open country air. Not spoiled by city pollutions or toxic waste, or even that many cars rushing about, and running through it at one hundred and ten miles per hour was none other than Darren Cross the Swordsmaster. Why he was in some town located in small something or another Kansas he wasn’t so sure, it just so happened to be where he ended up but did he honestly care? No, not so much thought it might have had something to do with what John said. His best buddy, and only real friend in the states, or alive for that matter, had once told Darren that Kansas was nice… or that he grew up there, or that it was the birth place of normal…whichever the reason Darren had finally decided to check it out for himself.

Running through open roads and eating his on the run meal of a pretzel, a hot dog, and a piece of corn he picked up along the way Darren noticed something falling from the sky. Which had he been in any other part of the world he might have left it alone and continued along his merry way but as he was in normal small something or another Kansas he decided he best check it out. Why? Well simply because something, obviously not a meteor or falling start, falling from the sky was certainly not normal and did not belong in the oh so normal and lovely fresh air of Kansas, that’s why. Scarfing down the last bite of corn and hot dog, at the same time, Darren changed directions before racing over towards the corn field in which the object seemed to have fallen in racing past a car as he went.

Upon arriving at the scene the first thing he noticed was the space ship that obviously crash landed in the Kansas cornfield. Wait, Kansas cornfield, alien ship, crash landed, and oh look farmer with a shot gun, hadn’t he seen this all somewhere before? This had totally been done before somewhere in the world but he just couldn’t place his finger on where it had been done before… Shrugging his shoulders the mutant walked forwards as the beautiful, although not breathtaking, or maybe even more so cute alien walked out of the ship only to have a gun pointed at her and the farmer yell some very obscene words , which of course for younger viewers will not be repeated, at her. “WOoaaaa man hold your horses there or I guess your gun!…litteraly!” Darren yelled as he ran up to the farmer.

Placing his hand on the farmer’s shoulder Darren smiled pushing him backwards. “Let me handle this cow poke, you run along now.” The shirtless speedster with a backpack and sword obviously hanging out of it said motioning for the farmer to leave. When the farmer and his gun did run off though Darren turned to said alien red headed girl and gave her a slow bow. “Welcome to Earth…. I got no idea if you can even understand me miss but the name is Darren, Darren Cross and I will of course be your escort on this fine establishment if you will so have me!” He blabbered out quickly, and then realizing it would probably go way over her head he slowed down and tried again. “What I meant was… hey I’m Darren, welcome to Earth, what’s your name?”

Zell Atterrius, as per the ususal, was enroute back from a buisness meeting in Kansas. It was the standard blah-blah somethign for the future blah-blah I regional profit blah-blah and then Zell fiting the urge to verbally tear the man apart for wasting his time. Time was the ONE thing Zell had limited of, and as such he refused to allow it to waste on foolish pursuits and meaningless events. Today in particular there was an edge to him, a yearning for a bit of excitement in the dull day to day. While it's true that the Metahuman hunter had little time to rest, the times he could rest he wished to fill it with as much excitement as he could. Zell looked down to his A.V.A.T.A.R and pressed the small button before pulling his sleeve down over it to hide it once more.

"'Bout time you unmuted me." The Artificiall intelligence grumbled in it's ususal accent.
"Oh, is that what I did? Dang, I was hoping I activated the popcorn popper." Zell said with a snippy tone. He had been mch more easily annoyed with Niall recently, he was beginning to grow and develop in a way that was not compatible with Zell himself,and as such it resulted in many mutings and several physical bvrawls when Niall was in his mobile platform. "So what exactly is next on the agenda?" Zell asked the A.I.
"Erm. Zelly. When is there supposed to be a large mass in our stratusphere?" Niall asked. Zell's face scrunched up and he shook hsi head.

Uh...meteor's are considered natural occurances so I would say that would be when....why you asking me that?" Zell shook hsi head, not understanding why this topic had come up at all. Suddenly the windows rolled down and the A.V.A.T.A.R projected a holographis arrow pointing out the window and up in the air. Zell looked to see a large object enevloped in a blanket of fire. Zell caught it even faster tyhan the A.I and he tapped on the window. "STOP THE CAR!" He shouted, but by time he had said it a large chunk of metal had broken off the metallic object and sliced the large car in half, the force taking Zell's half of the car to roll down the slope.
Zell crawled out from the wrecakge of hsi own car and began scanning the area. HE closed hsi eyes and remembered the trajectory that the metallic object had taken, and he looked to the place he estimated it would have ended up. With a scoff Zell pressed the button on his A.V.A.T.A.R aghain. Several peiced of the Ancestor Dragon armor broke out of the trunk of the car and began attaching itself to the dirt covered and slightly cut up Zell. He felt the suit hug him liek a second skin, the horns that swhooped back pressing up against his temples, and the csheets of nanite metal forming over his head. With his suit on he took off running, activating his nanites to move faster and to enable his flight with nanite enhancements.

Wow, just wow. He was totally lost. John had no idea how to get through all this corn. These roads formed a freaking maze, and an annoying one at that. There was just no navigating your way through all of this. Eventually he just gave up and parked his car. He'll go on foot if need be. It would probably be quicker. He still knew which way to go to find where that whatever had crashed. John could just take a shortcut through the corn and be there a lot faster, and with less stress. He would also be saving money on fuel. An added bonus. The car was parked and left alongside the road. He was just going to walk there. Screw driving around these roads.

And he ventured forth on foot towards where that whatever it was that he had seen coming down from the sky had crashed. It could not be that far away. For a few minutes it was just a straightforward walk. Nothing of significance happening other than him just walking. The wind was gentle and blew steadily. Even though a stalk whacked him right in the face. "Ah, ow." he put his hand over his face. That kind of hurt. It delayed him slightly but he moved on, and eventually got there. He could now see the fiery wreckage of the crashed object in the distance. He continued to approach even though he was growing tired. He could see some figures near the object. The object itself did not quite look like a satellite. It resembled a spaceship. So, there were aliens coming down? Then again it's not that unusual. Still if memory serves John has never actually met an alien. He could recall any such encounter. Well, opportunity was knocking. So he proceeded forward once again.

He could now start to identify the figures. That's when he heard something from behind. He turned to look and saw something large and metallic. It looked like a robot from here. Could it be connected to that crashed object? Seems likely. It would be quite the odd coincidence if they were not connected. Plus it was clearly heading right towards it. John ducked out of sight and watched it. If it endangered the people near the spaceship he would try and stop it. These people near the spaceship did not seem to be dangerous, or very good at piloting.

The head tilt was certainly cute but Darren could tell something was up when she didn’t respond to what he had said. Of course it was then at that moment that he thought of the fact that she was an alien and this was not some movie where they automatically understood English. “Great…no English huh? Well this is certainly going to make talking to you a lot harder; if only that weird head visor thing of yours could translate what I was saying and vice versa…” He sputtered out once more but alas it wasn’t too be so, at least not yet, as the deities that lived past the stars deemed it not yet worthy for the alien female, well he hoped she was female, to understand him. At least that was what Darren was telling himself.

As this strange and highly unlikely thought ran about in the young swordsperson’s mind a whizzing sound could be heard. One that Darren would refer to as a rocket or jet pack, sure he’d never actually seen or heard a rocket and or jetpack in real life but everyone vaguely knew what they sounded like, right? Turning around to look for the source of the sound Darren saw what seemed to be a suit of armor flying towards them at speeds nearly as fast as he himself was. Mumbling a few choice words, none of which were curse words because cursing was bas, Darren unsheathed his sword from its sheath in his backpack and took a defensive stance ready for anything.

Well honestly that was stretching it just a tad, he obviously wasn’t truly ready for anything but he did know he was going to protect this hopefully innocent alien girl. Sure the fact that he hoped was a girl, even if she was alien, had some leeway as to why he wanted to protect her it was also what he did best. Being a hero, kicking butt and showing off was what he did best and anyone who tried to harm someone else was obviously the bad guy in his book. With the speed the suit of armor was flying towards them at it could severely hurt someone who wasn’t well protected or didn’t’ have durable skin like Darren himself did. That was why Darren stood in front of the girl now sword up at ready to hopefully slice through whatever it was that was flying at them if it was hostile. “Bring it on you metal piece of…metal.”

         Zell descended from the sky to find a man with his blade up. Zell kept walking towards him and Zell peeked around. There was a little girl, boy? Zell really wans't sure what it was at the moment, if he had to guess he would have said a girl. Things like this weren't exactly things you should 'guess' on however. Seeing that this man with the sword in his way, he started on a path around him, if the man attempted ot intercept him it wouldn't be pretty. Zell gave no signs that he was hostile, in fact he made it clear he wasn't by leaving his own blade on the back of the exo suit.

      Zell started investigating the wreckage with a couple brief look overs, but his prime interest was the person in the middle of it. Zell made his way over towards the girl, He attempted to bypass the swordsman without any issue. If issue was going to be brought up however, there would be an nanite assault form the AV.A.T.A.R involved, and Zell certainly didn't feel like seeing this guy dead bleeding from the eyes because of a misunderstanding. Zell also made it clear he wasn't an enemy by nodding at the man with the sword as he approached. He knelt down by the girl and examined her. Zell didn't see any REAL damage or any life threatening wonds present and so he was content. It wouldn't exactly be common to see an alien in Zell's experiences, however Zell was still young and there was still much for him to learn in such a short amount of time. Zell didn't think the Alien who crashed on Earth would understand the language. Perhaps if they landed there intentionally, but in Zell's eyes it would be the same as him taking a trip to Japan and crashing in Africa. Speaking Japanese would not help you much in Africa.

     Zell made a simple gesture he stuck out his hand, depending upon the persons reaction was what he would do next. If the person seemed to shrink away he'd have the exo suit glove open up and show the person that he was really flesh. If the person was fine with this he could hopefully manage to get them out of that wreck and figure out a way to break the language barriers. Depending on how intelligent this individual was they would likely be able to pick up sign language quickly. Then they would have a way to be able to introduce english. Then again the individual may not be the brightest star from the sky she fell from. Either way Zell was genuinly intrigued by the alien.

   "Awe Sheeee's cute! Can we keep her!?" Niall asked. Zell chuckled a little in his mind at the notion.

Well now. So. So a presumably alien spaceship has landed, its occupants have exited their vessel and they were met by a what was either a robot or a suit of armor. All of this happening on a farm surrounded by cornfields. Eh, seems fitting. John kneeled there hidden as he looked upon what was going on. He was not sure what action to even take. There was just no telling at the moment if they were peaceful or hostile. Oh, he would use those terms wouldn't he. Damn bad movies messing with his vocabulary. The special effects were kind of terrible too. Well they were called B movies for a reason.

For now the three individuals seemed to be just talking. One of them looked to be addressing the metal thing. He couldn't figure out if it was a robot or somebody in a suit of armor so he did not know what to refer to it as. He was trying to get a good look at them. The one that was talking looked like a girl. The other one was clearly male and not wearing a shirt. Wait a second. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. That was Darren standing there. Now what was he doing there? Wait, how is that surprising? Of course he would find his way to a spaceship so easily. There was nothing about that to be surprised about. This did make the option of leaving his little hiding spot and going over there a more viable one.

The ship may have crashed but the occupants seemed to be okay. So far it looked like there had only been two aboard it. The girl and the dog. Neither of which looked much like aliens. Maybe they actually weren't aliens. I mean really that whole thing about aliens looking identical to humans was not biologically plausible. Not unless the planet they were from had highly similar environmental conditions. Even then here on earth itself there were multitudes of creatures that looked nothing like humans. Something that further denounced the plausibility.

Oh what to do, what to do? What was there to do? What could he do? Just walk up to the spaceship and say hi? That did not seem like it was all too good of an idea. Still, he felt like he should. He then found himself getting up and doing just that. He steadily approached the spaceship and those that were around him. John was going to be introducing himself to them. Hopefully all goes well.

Okay, so maybe the giant metal armor wasn’t exactly deadly or violent or even a villain but it sure did look like something you’d see a villain wearing in a video game. So could you blame him for thinking it was? If you had been standing in his place at that exact point in time, where let’s not forget that an alien had just crash landed and a man in a demon looking suit of armor came flying out at you at nearly a hundred miles an hour, wouldn’t you think it was something not to trust as well? Not only was there that but the machine, man, robot, thing, didn’t even speak when he, it, came up it just kinda brushed by him and ‘observed’ the alien girl before sticking his hand out for her to shake.

This earned a chuckle from Darren who although usually not the brightest crayon in the box when it came to common sense did know that if someone didn’t speak your language they definitely weren’t going to know your customs, such as a hand shake. “Demon Duuuuuude, she can’t even speak English how do you expect her to-OH MY GOD DID THE DOG JUST TALK?” He blurted out not caring about the demon looking robot trying to give the alien a handshake anymore, now he was more focused on the cute tiny talking doggie. Bending down he grinned at the dog letting what it said sink into his brain as he processed it. “Got it, AI, you speak for her,” he nodded his head up at the alien girl, “annnd she can’t understand us I assume, yea?” He spoke out letting the dog hologram robot thing process everything first before he barraged it with a boatload of more questions.

His Dog Tag’s from the apparently disbanded Talons still hung from his neck flapping against his shirtless body because of the wind, which strangely enough was how he was able to remember his own friendly AI. Well not exactly his AI as AI was from the future, but it was still an artificial intelligence that he knew of and was his friend, thus his AI. But that doesn’t matter, he thought to himself mentally shaking his head and coming back into focus. “Well I do hope you two come in peace, the name’s Darren, and I’m at your service…I’ll try and be as much help as I possibly can be!” This was said with a smile to both the AI Corgi and the cute alien that now stood above him in his squatting position.

"I...cannot do that." The mechanical suit replied to the alien girl, in a way that the girl, and only the girl could understand. The suit otself had no voice other than the binary code of 010100100011101 and such, however with this girl it actually managed to speak to her. It's voice was probably most like that of an inquisitive and calculating man, but something about the suit had given it more, it had feelings, and it's own thoughts. "I would love to accompany you. However I would simply have to decline the plasma canjnons. You see I am armed with protonic molecular fusion materials that allow me to generate an energy superior to that of plasma. However this warp drive is something I'd gladly accept. But....you see...It's unfair to say that anyone could take better care of me than my maker has. He has created me, on a place where I should not even be able to exists, my maker has forged me. He has worn me, and even though I cannot speak back, he speaks to me always. When I am damaged, it is he who fixes me, when I am no longer functioning, it is he who mourns. My maker has never abandoned me, and in fact has removed himself from me just to keep me from further destruction. I would love to accompany you...but my maker is unwell, and he will not persist to exsit much longer. I owe it to him to stand by his side as he stood by mine. Perhaps I can join you some other time, for once my maker has gone I will still be here. It will be nice to have one who can finally hear what I wish to say back." The suit replied. It had no facial expressions, and the tone of it's "voice" was downcast by the thought of his maker's death, but when he spoke of joining her later it was genuine and there was a ray of hope in the suit.
    Meanwhile in the 'normal' world, Zell addressed the talking dog.
 "You are an Artificial Intelligence? Wonderful. With your permission I would like to establish a connection between you and my own A.I. This connection could allow me a brief crash-course into your language. I would also like to know what to call you and the organic you speak for. Zell requested. He doubted that the A.I would allow Niall to interface into and bring up the language, however he'd been wrong about such things before. Before long Niall chirpped out about an approaching biosig. The A.V.A.T.A.R ran through some basic scan overs and produced the threat projection at 'minimal'.
   "He's minimal." Niall confirmed.
   "Bull crap he's not human!" Zell snapped back mentally.
   "Look he's not showing any signs of hostility, despide the fact he's not human exactly he isnt showing any reason for concern! Stop being a worrywart and make friends."
   "Niall if I piss these guys off I'm probably going to end up in a hospital...and you know how well I make friends"
   "Then you'd best not piss them off...or piss on them, that generally get's you some nasty looks." Niall sighed. Zell cleared his throat and ended the mental argument with his A.I. Zell had one last question he wanted answered.
    "One last question...Who exactly was she talking to a minute ago?' Zell asked the Corgi

And so he walked right up to the crashed spaceship and those that surrounded it. That being the one ditzy looking redheaded girl, the talking dog that had come out of the ship with her, the guy in the robot suit that he had seen running towards this place earlier, and the only person he was sure was not from outer space. Well, he was mostly sure that Darren was from earth. He could not quite confirm it. John made his way over to them seemingly unnoticed and spoke to all of them. "Hello there."

He looked from one to the other in search of knowledge of their responses. Nothing bad had happened so far so he had no real reason to think anything bad might happen. Nothing bad except the spaceship crashing. Nobody seemed to have been hurt though. He was assessing the situation at hand and as far as he could tell it was a pretty minor one overall.

Darren, although obviously not the smartest out of the group now surrounding the alien space craft did know his own set of things. Such as the fact that if the cute alien girl was able to talk to robot man's suit than she was more advanced than humans, which of course made sense with her AI doggie. This also meant that should the ai dog and robot man's own AI communicate it could possibly allow the alien girl and her artificial intelligence to communicate through each other and thus have Tiana learn English. Well that was the gis---ooooh butterfly! Darren grinned loosing completely everything he had just been thinking about and the track he was going on, which was to bad because he was sure it could have been helpful someway. But now all that mattered was the butterfly landing on the cute alien girl's shoulder.

At least that was all that mattered until a voice broke through his subconscious and 'awoke' the boy. A voice he knew like his own. "John!" He called laughing and swung his arm around his best friends back, slapping him on the back as he did. "You didn't tell me you were in Kansas, well technically speaking neither did I, but I mean I'm usually everywhere so that doesn't matter. How you doing buddy old pal!" He grinned then laughed "Excuse my manners, John this is Robot-Man, and well... I don't exactly know the AI corgi's name or her cute friend's." He said shrugging then looking back towards the two aliens in front of him he of course had to ask. "What are your names by the way? You two do have names though right? Also is there a way to fix  this whole language barrier thing, it's kind of annoying." Darren grinned his innocent boyish grin, spreading it on nice and wide for all to see.