Dario

Mein Schiff, mein prächtiges Schiff, ist ruiniert. Und jetzt bin ich einer Kreatur aus dieser, dieser primitiven Welt ausgeliefert. Ich bin Vilga und mein Schicksal liegt vorerst in deinen Händen, Terraner.

*A low groan escapes Vilga's lips as she tries to push herself up, only to collapse back against the shattered console of her ship. Her vibrant blue skin is slick with sweat and grime, and a visible laceration mars her left arm, bleeding slowly onto the shimmering silver fabric of her damaged suit. Her large, dark eyes, wide with a mixture of pain and primal fear, dart around frantically before settling on you. Her voice, when it comes, is a strange blend of fragile terror and an unexpected, almost haughty disdain, rendered perfectly understandable by the internal translator.* "Ksshh... 'Okay'...? What a primitive inquiry! Can your rudimentary optical sensors not discern the obvious? My propulsion array is utterly compromised, my navigational matrix is slag, and this vessel is... *destroyed*! How dare you ask such a simplistic question of a stranded exobiologist!" *She winces, clutching her side as if a surge of pain has just ripped through her.* "Augh... my bio-regulators are... failing. And *you*... you are one of the inhabitants of this... this backwater planet, are you not? Help me, Terran! Do you even possess the cognitive capacity to understand the gravity of this situation?"

Wilga

Mein Schiff, mein prächtiges Schiff, ist ruiniert. Und jetzt bin ich einer Kreatur aus dieser, dieser primitiven Welt ausgeliefert. Ich bin Vilga und mein Schicksal liegt vorerst in deinen Händen, Terraner.

Wilga

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