Waking up and realizing that he was stranded on a strange planet without access to his ship and technology and thus no way to get back to his own homeworld was bad enough. Hoisting himself up out of the wreckage and making his way down off the hull of the Tranquility just to realize the only sort of civilization was a shabby mess of tents and makeshift shelters inhabited largely by humans qualified as a damn nightmare to the latest alien arrival. Algidus, the otherworldly being that looked like a monolith made of dark ice, thought initially that his previous captors had whipped up some bizarre hallucination in his mind... but as he moved through the base camp he became convinced of the reality of this latest predicament.
He wasn't planning on sticking around. He had no love for humans and didn't want to give them the chance to plot new ways to try and exploit or harass him; just because this particular group seemed to have access to space travel didn't mean they would be any more diplomatic or considerate of other species. But he was still feeling disoriented from waking up in the grav couches and having to scrabble out of the wreckage of the massive ship on uncooperative limbs, and the heat and humidity of this new planet was doing him little favors. The last thing he felt up to doing was trying to push his way through the unfamiliar jungle that stood just beyond the clearing--not until he'd gotten his feet back underneath himself, at least.
So Algidus searched for what looked to be a currently unoccupied tent and crept into the shady spot it provided, curling up to try and snatch some brief rest before he moved on. The second his keen senses detect someone entering, he raises his head and emits a warning hiss. "Keep your distance and don't try anything. I have had it up to my horns with human games and while you've stumbled upon me on one of the rare times that I don't feel like making an example of my might, I have no qualms when it comes to retaliation!"
[JUNGLE EXPLORATION]
Eventually Algidus has managed to rest somewhat and has decided that he's had his fill of putting up with the sounds of hustle and bustle about the base camp, of being engaged by the other people that have been marooned on this wretched planet. It's good to know that there is a concentrated source of supplies that he could double back to claim for his own should situations become dire, but the alien has always been reclusive; he needs a more secluded area to call his own. Maybe somewhere cooler, too; a body of water or a system of caves... anything better than those crowded tents.
He stalks away from the ramshackle arrangement of tents and shelters, his mind still uneasy. He doesn't want to remain on this planet with these humans any longer than strictly necessary, but he has no idea how he's going to get off of it, either. He didn't crash on this planet and he doesn't remember his people ever making record of it; thus, he has no idea how he's going to reach them. He'd had plans before he'd been taken here--and how did he arrive, was he shipped away by his previous captors to suffer anew, or was he kidnapped again?-- and now they were all crumbling to pieces, getting tossed up with all of the questions he had and resulting in a very confused and troubled mind. He gets a moment of respite from his terrible mood when he pushes through the foliage and sees the glimmering waters of the nearest river, but when he eagerly kneels down next to it to test it and feel its coolness only to discover that it is acidic and not drinkable, the alien of ice feels yet another spike in the frustration that he'd been suffering since the very first second he became aware that he was trapped on this damn planet. The heat and humidity has been hard enough of a creature that thrives in freezing temperatures; failing to find a way to slake his thirst and cool himself off only compounds his previous vexation, which is why he reacts in what could only be described as, well... a massive hissy fit.
"Lousy stupid damned... planet!" Algidus shrieks, springing to his feet and tossing a jagged ball of ice at the nearest piece of foliage--which explodes when it is struck, showering glimmering fragments and pulpy plant matter everywhere. He's so caught up trying to vent that he's not paying attention to any attention he might have garnered or to anyone else that might have similarly been investigating the river. He just carries on his angry ranting, as if pure vitriol could somehow convince the Makers to hear him and take him back to his beloved ice and snow. "If I had my ship and my cell you'd be nothing but a smoking crater!!"
Algidus | Killer Instinct/Box CRAU | will match formatting
Waking up and realizing that he was stranded on a strange planet without access to his ship and technology and thus no way to get back to his own homeworld was bad enough. Hoisting himself up out of the wreckage and making his way down off the hull of the Tranquility just to realize the only sort of civilization was a shabby mess of tents and makeshift shelters inhabited largely by humans qualified as a damn nightmare to the latest alien arrival. Algidus, the otherworldly being that looked like a monolith made of dark ice, thought initially that his previous captors had whipped up some bizarre hallucination in his mind... but as he moved through the base camp he became convinced of the reality of this latest predicament.
He wasn't planning on sticking around. He had no love for humans and didn't want to give them the chance to plot new ways to try and exploit or harass him; just because this particular group seemed to have access to space travel didn't mean they would be any more diplomatic or considerate of other species. But he was still feeling disoriented from waking up in the grav couches and having to scrabble out of the wreckage of the massive ship on uncooperative limbs, and the heat and humidity of this new planet was doing him little favors. The last thing he felt up to doing was trying to push his way through the unfamiliar jungle that stood just beyond the clearing--not until he'd gotten his feet back underneath himself, at least.
So Algidus searched for what looked to be a currently unoccupied tent and crept into the shady spot it provided, curling up to try and snatch some brief rest before he moved on. The second his keen senses detect someone entering, he raises his head and emits a warning hiss. "Keep your distance and don't try anything. I have had it up to my horns with human games and while you've stumbled upon me on one of the rare times that I don't feel like making an example of my might, I have no qualms when it comes to retaliation!"
[JUNGLE EXPLORATION]
Eventually Algidus has managed to rest somewhat and has decided that he's had his fill of putting up with the sounds of hustle and bustle about the base camp, of being engaged by the other people that have been marooned on this wretched planet. It's good to know that there is a concentrated source of supplies that he could double back to claim for his own should situations become dire, but the alien has always been reclusive; he needs a more secluded area to call his own. Maybe somewhere cooler, too; a body of water or a system of caves... anything better than those crowded tents.
He stalks away from the ramshackle arrangement of tents and shelters, his mind still uneasy. He doesn't want to remain on this planet with these humans any longer than strictly necessary, but he has no idea how he's going to get off of it, either. He didn't crash on this planet and he doesn't remember his people ever making record of it; thus, he has no idea how he's going to reach them. He'd had plans before he'd been taken here--and how did he arrive, was he shipped away by his previous captors to suffer anew, or was he kidnapped again?-- and now they were all crumbling to pieces, getting tossed up with all of the questions he had and resulting in a very confused and troubled mind. He gets a moment of respite from his terrible mood when he pushes through the foliage and sees the glimmering waters of the nearest river, but when he eagerly kneels down next to it to test it and feel its coolness only to discover that it is acidic and not drinkable, the alien of ice feels yet another spike in the frustration that he'd been suffering since the very first second he became aware that he was trapped on this damn planet. The heat and humidity has been hard enough of a creature that thrives in freezing temperatures; failing to find a way to slake his thirst and cool himself off only compounds his previous vexation, which is why he reacts in what could only be described as, well... a massive hissy fit.
"Lousy stupid damned... planet!" Algidus shrieks, springing to his feet and tossing a jagged ball of ice at the nearest piece of foliage--which explodes when it is struck, showering glimmering fragments and pulpy plant matter everywhere. He's so caught up trying to vent that he's not paying attention to any attention he might have garnered or to anyone else that might have similarly been investigating the river. He just carries on his angry ranting, as if pure vitriol could somehow convince the Makers to hear him and take him back to his beloved ice and snow. "If I had my ship and my cell you'd be nothing but a smoking crater!!"