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Ary raised an eyebrow. "What are those?" She pondered. Her friend shook his head and buzzed at her to which she gave him a look before looking back at Eleanor.

Lucy had been standing, looking through the window, which was essentially the entire wall. The 'alien' ship was easily seen from the window, which was rather lucky in a sense. The apartment itself was rather spacious, with several rooms. A few of the rooms had so called 'glass walls' or 'window walls' as Lucy called them. She just watched the ship for now, having no reason to do anything other than watch.

An opening appeared on the side of the ship and a walkway was extended, a long platform jutting out a distance before stopping abruptly. It lowered down and clanked against a walkway. Out of the opening appeared several people, rushing down the walkway, a featureless floating cube behind them, following as they ran the length, shouting in an unknown language and gesturing for help.

As Lucy watched, a long platform emerged from the ship, and the small crowd that had gathered were moved back as what she assumed was a small armed force of some kind, most likely the police, moved the crowds back. She could see quite a bit from the apartment, as it was quite close to the actual 'site' so to say. Unfortunately any detail of the actual people was lost in the distance from the 'site' to her apartment, so they were simply defined shapes. So for all she knew the people moving forward could've just been a bunch of random Civilians, rather than the Police. But she assumed.

The people running down the ramp reached the end and start going up to the various people in the crowd, talking to them and trying to make them understand. Their accents were heavy, and sounded close to English, but with a notable difference. Certain sounds were emphasized over others, with odd breaks between syllables. Eventually, just from talking with a few police officers, they finally managed to figure out how to talk and a dialogue was struck up, mainly consisting of 'We need help, injured people.' A call was soon put out to all medical personnel in Alterinicam, relaying the message the aliens had brought.

Lucy began to make her way downwards, to the bottom floor of tower block. She had received a message, like all other medical personnel on Alterinicam, that they were required in assistance with the arrival of an yet fully unknown 'foreign object'. There weren't many details, simply stating they would be helping with the new arrivals on board the ship, and that the arrivals were not yet fully identified. It wasn't a long, nor a short walk to the site, where crowds had started to build up around the site. Identifying herself to the policing staff at the site, she moved on through, to the front of the crowd where several other medical personnel stood.

The foremost individual looked at Lucy. "You are med ical person, yes? Come, come. We need your help." With that, she pretty much grabbed Lucy's arm and started hauling her up the ramp towards the ship. Police shouted at them but were intercepted by the others still waiting at the bottom, directing more and more people up the ramp as they came, Lucy being rushed up front for really no reason at all other than this particular individual wanted her up there fast. She kept jabbering and speaking quickly in her language, her voice slightly altered by her suit, being more melodic and calming than anything else.

The voice of the arrival in the suit was rather calming, and melodic, despite the fact Lucy was being dragged upwards the ramp into an unknown ship. She didn't want to struggle against the visitor, in case it got angry, or something along those lines.

"Where are we going?" She asked frantically.

"We are going to help my family, they are injured and we cannot help them." At this point they were at the entrance to ship, a large roar of activity coming from inside, as they entered. The lady lead Lucy around groups of people, towards the back.

(Eleanor)
"Uh, just go with blue colored thick looking pants. Pants completely cover your legs by the way. And uh."
I scratched my head, causing my hair to stay up because of the static. Then I try to force it back down.
"Go ahead and do that, let me see what you got." I was stalling really. It was surprisingly hard to describe our clothing.

As Lucy was continually dragged by the odd visitor, occasionally bumping into several other groups of people. The ship itself was very 'dark' so to say. With a rather repeating pattern of colour everywhere. It was also rather plain, not intricately designed. Yet it seemed rather effective, as it almost had no need for the pampered up uselessness that was around the world today.

Ary shifted her outfit's design, alrtering it's appearance to match Eleanor's description, except was one large pieces going all the way around the legs, as opposed to around each individual leg.

Lucy was eventually brought to the medical bay of the ship, everyone having the same or close to the same outfit her escort had. Behind them, a larger crowd of medical personnel were being lead by others, all frantic and trying to hurry. Inside the medical bay were people laying on slab and tables, all rolling and trying to touch what could not be touched. Their limbs, the effected ones, anyway, had smoke coming from them, a nauseous green looking smoke that curled around itself as it rose into the air. The smoke all came from only one point on each person, and the 'wounds' were only large enough to permit the smoke to be formed. "We do not know what is wrong, and we cannot amputate as we do not have any prosthetic on board, our entire stock was used on the way back. You cannot let them lose their limbs, please. You must help."

Lucy looked for a moment, as smoke rose from the green wounds on the visitors. It was an unusual situation to say the least... She'd never dealt with this kind of thing before, of course. Firstly, the smoke. Smoke comes from fire, which means something is burning? So, to get rid of the smoke you had to get rid of the fire, which seems pretty simple.

"Have you tried cooling the wounds?" She asked.

Her escort nods. "We have. He brought the wounds down to only several degrees above 'absolute zero.' It had no effect."

"Have you tried sealing the wound up to stop the flow of oxygen?" She asked. To be honest she didn't even know if what she had suggested would work. If it came to it, the only other option would be to remove the limbs and replace them.

Her escort shook her head. "We tried to seal it, but pressure inside the wound grew too large. It caused a catastrophic rupture of the patients flesh." The man they were looked at all but yelled at them. "TAKE IT OUT ALREADY! It's been like this for hours take it out!"

"Take it out? What actually happened here?" She asked.

I just kept driving, scared to what might happen if someone says something wrong again. So I kept my trap shut. Turned on the radio and put it on the most quiet volume. Quiet seemed to be my weak point though in some cases. If there wasn't any noises, noises would come out of my mouth... and usually they were bad jokes or insults to someones mother.