[MLP:FiM-HiE] Arrow Mision Contact Logs

AdmiralTigercla · Feb 29, 2012

On request.

Note, the blank spot in the text was where I forgot the term for that old drawing of a human. I know how to find it, so you don't have to tell me. I just don't have time to sit down and connect both ends.

Mission Log:
July 15th, 2257

After 22 weeks of travel, I have finally arrived in orbit around planet Omega Centauri IV. It’s strange, being the only person on a vessel originally designed for a crew of thirty. But the mission required an arrow class transport.

OCIV, or ‘Opposite World’ as I call it (OW for short), is an unusual curiosity to say the least. It was first noticed by astronomers working at the Hawking Observatory. Omega Centauri was one of many candidate stars that were listed as potentially orbiting a black hole due to its unusual and rapid orbital oscillations. Not particularly unusual, but a curiosity to be studied none the less.

However, when the GSA turned the Trans Neptunian Long Range Telescope on the system for observation, they were shocked at what they found. According to the images produced, the star was orbiting, not a black hole, but a planet. And we’re not talking a super Jupiter either. According to spectral analysis, the planet was terrestrial, contained an atmosphere similar to Earth, and seemed to have a temperature in the same range.

It was at first dismissed as equipment error until three other sources confirmed the original speculation. OW was seemingly an earth like planet…

An earth-like planet, with a star orbiting it.

I need not go into the amount of fuss that the scientific community put up in this manner. Or the resulting clamor for a long range mission. The recent introduction of the subspace displacement device has rekindled a dying interest in space travel thanks to the ability to reduce multi-thousand year voyages to a few months. Unfortunately, politics nearly killed the mission, and what was supposed to be a full crew compliment had dwindled in a manner of months down to just one person…

I won’t go into all the boring details about what happened there. Not with OW gleaming silently below me.

It’s strange, in an amusing sort of way. From this orbit it’s the size of my fist, and so much like Earth it’s uncanny. Sure, the continents are different, but I’d swear I was home again.

Mission Log:
July 17th, 2257

After two measured Earth days, I can conclude the observations of Tanlert (TNLRT). The local star is indeed orbiting the planet. It is a velocity consistent with a stellar body orbiting one of much higher mass. Yet, as I confirmed during my descent all the way into the system’s gravity well, celestial masses are normal and consistent for the objects they ‘appear’ to be. I do not understand how this system can function, as it goes against physics itself.

Planetary rotation is near non-existent. One sidereal day I calculate is thirteen months long. The sun orbits the planet in exactly 24 hours. The planet’s local lunar body also orbits at a similar rate.

There are unusual quirks in the lunar pattern not discernable from a distance as well. The lunar orbital period seems to vary almost from one hour to the next. At two points in the orbit, it appears to linger as if slowed down, then lurch on at an accelerated rate for a short time. The affects are so dramatic that I imagine that an observer in the right spot on the surface would be witness to the most unusual, if not spectacular moon rises. However, from an astronomical standpoint, it makes absolutely no sense.

However, despite these quirks, orbital mechanics for other objects such as Arrow I seem to be unaffected. I will be progressing to a lower orbit to perform radar scans at 1900 hours.

Mission Log:
July 23rd, 2257

After continued observation of this system, I have determined it safe to perform a surface excursion. Radar mapping has gone without incident and provided valuable data on several potential landing sites. One particular valley in question would prove to be an excellent surface vantage with which to observe the unusual orbital eccentricies of the system. The location is the exact midpoint in which one can observe the unusual moonrise I described in a previous log.

It’s strange, something’s been bothering me for the last few days. I can’t put my finger on it. Perhaps the time alone has been getting to me.

Mission Log:
July 24th, 2257

I am ill at ease. Despite knowing I’m alone on this craft, I feel like I’m being watched. I find myself looking over my shoulder constantly. This feeling intensified when I opened the docking bay for the Ravenstar. The sensation was so tangible that I had to postpone my departure due to being unable to focus on the checklist. Maybe after 22 weeks at super-luminal velocities, cramped alone in this ship, the idea of actually leaving its relative safety is messing with my head.

Mission Log:
July 25th, 2257

It’s back again…

I woke up and the feeling had faded well enough for me to finish final checks on the Ravenstar and undock. However, shortly after clearing the Arrow, I found that same nagging sensation resurfacing. I KNOW I’m alone up here, and REALLY alone in the Raven, but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched. It may sound unscientific to form a theory based on such a thing, but it may be possible that there are living things on the surface of this planet. It’s Earth-like, which means there’s the potential for life, however slim. And if they have been observing my craft, that would explain the feeling of being watched.

I have concluded that before I attempt planetfall, I will observe the surface from low orbit. If there is life capable of observing me, I do not want to trigger a conflict.

Mission Log:
July 26th, 2257

After careful surface observation, I conclude that not only is there life, but there appears to be intelligent life of some kind. It is scattered and light, but it exists. I have been able to identify surface structures consistent with roads and settlements. However, I have not located the telltale signs of highways such as those found back home, major sea ports, or airports. The civilization on the surface appears to have electricity if overnight views of the surface are accurate. It is an unusual twist.

After careful consideration, I have decided to continue with my plan to touch down at point alpha. The settlements in that area seem to be small, and thus I should draw only limited attention on my approach, if at all. I’m already plotting atmospheric entry so as to approach with as minimal a disturbance as possible. If done right, I should be nothing of more interest to other settlements along my trajectory than a mere meteor.

I will begin deorbit procedures after a night’s rest.

Mission Log:
July 27th, 2257

I did not expect this…

Deorbit was successful as I had desired. Reentry lasted ten minutes and I managed to approach at such a shallow angle that the Raven’s hull temp did not exceed five hundred degrees centigrade for more than two minutes. I had plotted an approach that allowed me to bleed off most of my speed while still at very high altitude. Thanks to that, I came in nearly invisible just after moonrise when I unexpectedly passed over a small, dense settlement nestled on the side of a mountain the radar mapping hadn’t noticed. It was so high up, I thought for a moment it might be clouds. However, I’m sure the life forms that lived there were startled from their sleep (if they sleep) after having a spacecraft travel overhead at mach two.

Because of that, I decided to alter my landing location. The original idea was to approach as best as I could on a glide to an area of terrain that radar maps indicated was level enough for the Raven to land like an aircraft on. The new plan was for a powered touchdown in what appeared to be a woodland-like geographical feature.

Imagine my surprise when I clicked on the landing lights and the woodland-like geographical feature really WAS woodland. Trees everywhere! The landing almost had to be aborted for lack of a safe spot to settle the raven. Luckily, a clearing proved to be just large enough to land using VTOL. If anything was out there, it knew I was there.

Mission Log:
July 28th, 2257

If the locals knew I was there, they made no signs. I spent the planetary ‘day’ observing the local wildlife around my spacecraft. And yes, there was lots of it. I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I saw what appeared to be birds. Birds of varying shapes and sizes. So much like the birds back on Earth that I for a moment I though I might have gotten turned around somewhere. And of course the plant life! It looked just like home! I was tempted to open the hatch and get a better view, but one glance at the interlock reminded me not to let looks deceive.

While I observed, the ship’s microbiology lab did its job. The atmosphere checked out as almost identical to earth, though with a significantly lower CO2 level. So far, microbe analysis is looking promising. Given the strangely identical nature of this world, I am optimistic that I may be able to venture outside without a suit, and without having to decontaminate. I will not know until tomorrow afternoon however. Until then, I must wait…

Mission Log:
July 29th, 2257

There’s something out there. I saw it last night. That feeling that I was being watched woke me up. I’m not sure what I saw when I looked out the Raven’s viewport. Something dark, blue-ish. It glittered and vanished in a blur before I could get a good look at it. Likely one of the more exotic animal life forms. Or perhaps one of the ‘locals’ had found me?

Either way, I didn’t feel threatened, not yet anyway. It would take more than a hungry predator or one curious local to get to me through the hull of a spacecraft. I spent another day staring out viewports, observing the animals brave enough to approach the strange vehicle. There were bunnies! Rabbits! You know the kind, hop-along little balls of fluff known for multiplying fast as cockroaches. There was no mistaking it. I’m insanely curious to investigate this world at this point. It’s so much like Earth.

The microbiology lab came up clear. Which means I can finally get out of this steel coffin and stretch!

Mission Log:
July 30th, 2257’

There are eyes in the woods. They watched me for two and a half hours as I cleared the hatch for the first time. I could see them, reflecting yellow like a cat’s. The creature that belonged to them was neither afraid, nor aggressive, but it was cautious. It never moved to where it could be seen, but made no effort to disguise its presence. I could hear it circling the clearing from time to time. It would lurk in a shadow, I would stare at its eyes. Then it would back slowly away, then return elsewhere. If it was a predator, I was probably safe. Predators tend not to attack organisms which differ from their normal diets unless they were desperate. And things looked pretty stable in the local ecosystem.

Tomarrow I’ll chance exploring.

Mission Log:
July 31st, 2257

The sensation returned again last night. Its different from the eyes I saw, that much I know. Its strange to describe this feeling of being watched. It’s the same one that’s been bugging me since I entered orbit. The eyes in the woods did not have this effect on me. The eyes did not make me feel like I was putting on a stage production in front of a packed audience. I don’t feel scared, I just feel… scrutinized.

I tried to look out the viewport without moving, but I just couldn’t turn my head enough. I definitely noticed something glittering from the corner of my eye this time. It was wavy and blue. It observed me for some time. I figure it would remain until morning, keeping me awake. So I spooked it by sitting up, hoping that I might be able to catch a clear look at it. But just like before, it was fast and vanished without a trace.

Once the ‘sun’ rose, and boy, did it rise. I’ve never seen such an odd, almost dramatic sunrise before… Once it rose, I set out on my first excursion on foot.

I went out armed, seeing as only a fool would travel alone on a strange planet with help being many, many lightyears away. The Raven’s beacon would guide me back if I got lost, and I used it as a marker to identify my location on a portable surface map the ship’s navigational computer had created. I met nothing dangerous, and made my way in the direction of the settlement I’d seen on approach. The one perched in the mountains.

I did not find any mountains where the settlement should have been. Only plains, plains that I had originally intended to set down on beyond the edge of the forest. Perhaps it was an illusion generated by the moonlight, the clouds I noticed overhead, and the fact that the Ravenstar was doing mach 2 at the time.

I felt the sensation again, different than before. It didn’t last long. But I felt someone, some thing was watching.

Mission Log:
August 1rst, 2257

My second trek into the wilderness around the Raven lead me in the direction of the settlement I had confirmed from orbit. I reached the edge of the forest once more without incident where I can make my first substantial observation.

The location I found was most certainly artificially constructed, or at least, tampered with. It appeared to be a tree crossed with a cottage or other small human abode. I recognized the doors and windows almost instantly. Around it seemed to have been landscaped to a small degree. Mostly it was left wild, but there was at least a few small flower patches. There were also animal shelters, many of them. Some of the creatures moving about seemed to take notice of me, but did make to hide as long as I kept within’ the tree line.

What came next, I had to observe very carefully.

A creature emerged from the main abode. By the looks of things, likely to be an example of the dominant life form.

It was short… perhaps a meter high, a meter and a half long. At this distance I couldn’t tell if it had fur, scales, or was bare-skinned. However I could tell the color. It was a pastel off-yellow tone that was rather jarring to witness on a living thing other than a canary, but not unsettling. There was pink on its head and back, as well as what appeared to be a tail. I could only assume at this range that the material was hair or fur the way it moved. And when the creature moved, it spent most of its time moving in locomotion on all fours in such a way that I was immediately reminded of a small, slightly deformed horse.

It’s eyes were large enough to be clearly visible at a distance, a factor I realized when it froze and looked directly at me. It didn’t immediately see me because of the underbrush I was laying in, but I suspect it knew something was ‘out there’, as it were.

Rather than further spook the ‘resident’ in its own home, I slowly, but not completely silently started to back away on my stomach. It could definitely hear my movement, if the way the ears I could see on its head were moving was any indication.

Mission Log:
August 2nd, 2257

After my brief observation with what I’m sure was one of the locals yesterday, I decided to find another route out of the forest in an attempt to get closer to the settlement. This time I moved with more surveying gear than before and tried a route that didn’t immediately drop me in what I suspected was one of the local’s back yards.

This time, I emerged from the woods into an area of trees that were highly organized. Much like an orchard back home. Given the similarities, I was more than willing to start identifying things by their appearance and function. I started Identifying more items quickly as I moved quietly. I spotted fences, fields of plants being grown systematically, a building that could only be described as a barn.

The location I quickly identified was a farm. And it was a rather nice farm at that. Which meant I might be able to observe the creatures of this planet in the role of a farmer, perhaps gain some insight as to what types, and their numbers.

It had not taken long to find some. I had been attracted to the sound of objects being struck repeatedly over the crest of a shallow hill. With my surveying equipment, I found it easier to keep distance while being able to make far better observations.

The creature producing the noise was like the previous one. Just under a meter tall, a little over a meter long, features strikingly similar to that of a small horse. But it seemed, somehow… more.

Aside from the obviously equine build and physical body structure, the similarities ended. The creature was a bright orange color, with a blond ‘mane’ and tail. Its legs were much thicker and heavier than that of an Earth horse or pony, and seemed to have a wider range of motion as it went about its business. This was most evident when it stopped to wipe its forehead. The motion to perform that required the ball and socket joint of the human shoulder to pull off.

Allthough it appeared to have hooves, something about their dexterity indicated they weren’t entirely solid. It seemed equally at home walking on them, as it was stopping to tie a rope on a small cart. In fact, it seemed to make use of all its appendages quite readily. It would kick the trees (which appeared to be apple trees mind you) with its hind legs. When it was doing tasks requiring dexterity it seemed to make even use of its mouth, its tail, and its two front legs.

I was content to watch the creature work for some time, observing the smooth agility in which it performed its tasks. I didn’t even notice at first that it was wearing a hat, and that its ‘mane’ tied near the tip to prevent it from flying everywhere. However, those observations were pushed to the back of my mind when another of the creatures, a much LARGER specimen approached. It was very much tomato red in appearance, and looked to be using a device much like a harness.

I was of course, too far away to hear any of the dialogue, but it was obvious from the way the orange one began to express itself animatedly that they were communicating. It was fascinating to watch the way it would alternate between an all-fours position and rearing up on its hind legs in order to express certain things.

My observations ended abruptly when it dropped to all fours turned, and pointed up the hill at me. Seems I’m not as stealthy or clever as I might think I am. The larger one followed the indication of its younger acquaintence up to me, and although I knew I was barely visible on my stomach, it could tell I was there.

Mission Log:
August 3rd, 2257

I sensed ‘it’ watching me again during the night. And this time it didn’t go away. It continued to watch me all morning as I made my way back to the settlement. Whatever and wherever it was, the animals seemed to sense it too. The forest sounds on my approach had been suppressed.

I was aware at this point that I was likely to be spotted as I emerged from the woods. After having two separate ‘ponies’ as I had come to most easily recognize them, spot me… One that noticed me being still in underbrush, and another that was busy working its orchard… I decided to forego any more sneaking tactics and started moving about openly.

However I chose to keep my distance, observing the settlement proper from a hillside under a tree. I wasn’t as close as my first two encounters, but the environment was rich and rewarding. The ‘ponies’ appeared to have a kind of small town country culture to them. I observed many things that I could easily identify with small towns back on Earth. The similarities were again, striking to the point that it was uncanny.

This time, I knew that I was the observed, as well as the observer. I had kept my distance, but made no effort to even lie on my stomach and conceal my presence. I could see ‘ponies’ stop and stare up the hill. Some of them would point and communicate animatedly with each other. None approached, but neither did they run.

I allowed myself to remain visible until late in the afternoon. About this time, a violet specimen with what appeared to be a short, plump lizard of some kind made approach to my spot. Rather than risk a confrontation with these ‘ponies’, I decided that one getting brave enough to approach was one too many, and returned to the Raven.

Mission Log:
August 4th, 2257

I returned to my spot to continue observations a little more discretely, noting the interactions of the ‘ponies’ as they went about their business. I had started to notice three distinct types this time around. There were the plain-ol-ponies as I called them. They were the most basic. Then there were ‘winged’ ponies, much like the Pegasus of mythology. And likewise, there were ‘horned’ ponies, similar to Unicorns.

This last category was most fascinating to watch. Mostly due in part to what appeared to be their ability to lift and manipulate objects without touching them at all. Telekinesis! How did it work? I wish I knew. However, observation suggested that their TK abilities varied as much as physical strength varied in humans. Of the examples observed, most carried nothing of any particular mass, and none of them appeared to manipulate any mass that was a significant portion of their own.

These observations continued until a glint of sunlight off a tree near the center of the town caught my attention. Much like the tree where I had made my first encounter, this one seemed to be half way to being a building. But that wasn’t the important part. The important part was the object the sunlight had reflected off of appeared to be a kind of telescope. And on the far end appeared to be that same violet ‘pony’ that had approached me the day before.

It was an interesting experience, knowing we both knew we were watching each other. I chose to remain in my spot until the evening, as did the pony. We would observe each other, but I knew that it was observing me far more closely.

Mission Log:
August 5th, 2257

An interesting find when I approached my observation spot early this morning. There was a basket containing two ‘apples’, two bottles of some sweet smelling liquid (All of which had to be tested for safety reasons), a roll of some kind of dried up paper, a bottle of dark liquid which I assumed was ink, and a ‘quill’. An actual, feather pen.

It was interesting enough that I halted my observations before they started and returned to the Ravenstar. The paper itself had a simple, scraggly drawn image on it that looked like the ‘pony’ that had been observing me. I decided to reciprocate in kind, but in the spirit of one-upmanship, printed out a copy of the famous ____________ man.

I returned by noon and replaced the basket, lighter its food contents, where I had found it. In place of the dried paper, I left the printout and another sheet of paper . It was a simple diagram that depicted the numbers one through ten and equated them to dots representing their values. Another sheet had a simple key that depicted how the numbers were used in equations. The third and final sheet was a sheet of paper with a set of basic arithmetic questions on them. I’m curious to know if this ‘pony’ can get anywhere with it, let alone solve basic math in this manner.

Mission Log:
August 6th, 2257

The yellow eyes were watching me again today. This time they followed me through the woods.

When I returned to my observation spot, I found the basket had once again been filled with food. The diagram was gone, so were the math sheets. However, in their place, I found another dried up paper. It only took a few seconds to figure out what it was. The dot diagram was an exact copy of what I had left the day before. However, the familiar numbers of human language were replaced with a strange, flowing script. The ‘pony’ had obviously solved the printouts I had given it, and reciprocated in an attempt to exchange information.

Observation of the paper back at the Ravenstar revealed that while the ‘test’ was the same, the numbers returned to me had been made more complex, as if to challenge me. The sheet I had given the ‘pony’ had been base arithmetic of simple, even whole numbers. What it had given me was similar, but required the use of fractions to answer. I wrote my answers in human, and drew circles, filling them in to represent the meaninings of the fractions ½, ¼, and so on.

Mission Log:
August 7th, 2257

I did not make it to the observation point today. An unidentified creature, apparently a predator attacked and struck me today. I must be more wary of my surroundings. It’s build was similar to a large cat, but looked strangely like a scorpion. I want to call it a manticore, because that’s what it looked like. Luckily, the animal did not make use of the scorpion-tail-like appendage it had and only gave me a minor gash on the leg. A shot from my weapon sent it fleeing in terror.

Mission Log:
August 8th, 2257

‘It’ was watching me once more. This time the sensation was the strongest its ever been. From sunset to sunrise I could feel it on the edge of my mind. And it continued to watch as I limped my way to the observation point.

I found a first aid kit there… It was a crude form of one, but its contents were distinct enough that its purpose was clear. I am unsure as to how the purple ‘pony’ had learned of my injury. It also seemed to be expecting other things. As I also found what appeared to be an umbrella in the mix.

I had not been paying much attention to it beyond checking in with satellite maps from Arrow, but as I sat and observed the town, I noticed that its residents systematically started clearing the streets.

That was about the time I noticed how busy the ‘pegasus’ types were in the air. They appeared to be moving entire sections of cloud the same way a man would handle moving empty boxes. Despite the seeming physical improbability of this, I was quickly learning that this entire system was full of physical conundrums.

It was fascinating to watch. Groups, or rather, teams of the ‘pegasi’ would stack banks of clouds against each, systematically working to cover the sky. Despite its vastness, they were efficient, and impossibly quick. Especially this particular blue one I noticed zipping about with the speed of a jet aircraft. The umbrella proved useful, as the rain seemed to start all at once. It was like turning on a faucet.

Mission Log:
August 12th, 2257

I’ve continued my intellect exchange with the ‘pony’ I’ve come to nickname ‘Smarty Pants’. She, I’ve begun to recognize gender in their physiology, is a rather brilliant creature, which explains her seeming fascination with me. I guess it doesn’t matter what species you are. Smart people like to talk about smart things.

I’ve found her understanding of trigonometry to be top notch. Based on the equations we exchanged, she appears to be able to understand some of the principles governing the Ravenstar. Though it seems her calculus is a little lackluster. I would chalk that up to age though. Judging by the examples I’ve observed, she’s either an adolescent, or a young adult.

Mission Log:
August 13th, 2257

First Contact…

Up until this point I had not been any closer to any of the ‘ponies’ than fifty meters. Today however, I had approached my hill only to discover that ‘Smarty Pants’ had occupied my normal space. Her intent was clear. She wanted to actually ‘meet’ me.

We stood, watching each other across a short gap. ‘Smarty Pants’ seemed intrigued by my bipedal nature, but not intimidated by it in the least. It appears the reason for this was her familiarity with it thanks to the lizard-like creature that seemed to follow her anywhere she went. It too moved in a bipedal fashion. However, the thing that Smarty Pants seemed to be most fascinated about, was my ability to achieve the same method of locomotion without the aid of a tail. At least, that seemed to be the case from the way her head would seem to try and peer behind me.

Given the amount of information we had exchanged at this point, I felt that approaching would be safe to do at this point. The ‘lizard’ seemed to be unsettled, but ‘Smarty Pants’ made a noise that seemed to quiet it down. It was possible this creature was also sapient as she was. Her body language, as best as I could tell, was relaxed. I had been observing the ‘ponies’ for over a week now, and while I’d been able to derive some moods from my observation, their expressions were not yet familiar to me.

It was an interesting moment when I finally closed the gap. When I plodded the rest of the way up the hill, I could tell her mood and posture were adjusting to account for my vertical size. No doubt, my bipedal nature made me look larger than I really was even though that I calculated our masses to be more or less even. Once I sat down, she seemed to relax.

We exchanged papers once more, the language of math the only thing we seemed to understand. As we did so, we examined each other up close. She was fascinated by the dexterity of my hand as much as I was intrigued by the elasticity of her hoof. The lizard attempted to garner attention of its own, displaying a grasping hand similar to mine, capped with elongated claws. It seemed it was sapient, which was interesting. As that meant this planet had not just one form of intelligent life form, but two, perhaps even many… Though the odds climbed astronomically with each new possibility.

This close, I was finally able to give one of these creatures of a proper examination. ‘ Smarty Pants’ was one of the ‘unicorn’ type. She had a small, six-inch horn at the crown of her head which glowed whenever she levitated objects… At feat that was astonishing to witness up close. I surmise this horn was the source of her ability to perform such tasks and will be checking others to establish patterns of aptitude.

Her body structure was definitely equine in nature, though as I had previously observed, deformed from what humans knew as horses. She was more round, filled in, and far more ingeniously colored. Her ‘mane’ was a darker shade of purple than her coat, but had a pink stripe in it that may or may not be a dye job. I am unsure, it seemed pretty uniform.

The upper section of her hind legs was the most curious point. At first I thought it might be a tattoo, but upon actual close examination, I discovered that the marking adorning ‘Smarty Pants’ flanks appeared to be part of the fur itself. It was impossibly precise for a mere dye job, and matched perfectly. I had seen these from a distance, but was unable to determine their origins or purpose. Her in particular seemed to be a series of ‘twinkle’-like shapes.

‘Twinkle Butt’ would be included in the list of nicknames for ‘Smarty Pants’ in the future. In the however unlikely event that we manage to bridge the communication gap and I need something to blackmail her with…

Mission Log:
August 14th, 2257

‘Smarty Pants’ was there once again before I arrived. This time with a large number of items and food as if preparing for a picnic. Tests on the food I had been given before had come up safe. The apple had been, for all intents and purposes, just an apple. And the drinks had been something akin to an apple soda. We performed a similar exchange of paperwork as the previous days, though the fascinated examinations were more subdued this time around.

Mission Log:
August 15th, 2257

We were becoming used to each other’s presence at this point. While we had yet to formulate any comprehensible communication beyond wild gestures and mathematics, I repeatedly caught myself talking to her as if she’d understand what I was saying. Likewise, she appeared to be in a similar state, babbling off in ‘pony’ about something or other as she tried to make a point on a physics concept she’d thrown at me.

The lizard, who I felt the need to call ‘Spike’ due to the spines on his back, would prattle with Smarty Pants for minutes on end. The ‘unicorn’ would engage the little guy (I’m pretty sure he’s male.) in seemingly fast-witted streams of unintelligible debate. ‘Spike’ proved himself to be rather good at math, though not to the level of engineering mathematics we’d exchanged.

Instead, he seemed to have a knack for writing. As I have observed, he seemed to keep his clawed hands on that rolled up, dried paper most of the time, and would appear to write fervently whenever Smarty Pants dictated to him.

The very act of observing the ‘pony’ speak was also fascinating. She would ‘dictate’ and I would watch her mouth for the syllables being spoken with. It was remarkably similar to the method a human used to control sounds.

But what was most important, was what ‘Spike’ did with everything he wrote. As soon as he finished something, he rolled it up, sucked in a breath of air, and set the paper on fire. The first time that happened I about jumped in surprise, nearly causing the three of us to panic. I soon discovered this ‘fire’ was somehow being used to do something, rather strange. Because not less than ten minutes later, than did the creature let out a loud burp, accompanied by a puff of flame that dropped a similar rolled up paper on the ground.

For lack of a better term, I quickly dubbed the fire spitting lizard ‘Dragon’.

metalmachine · Feb 29, 2012

The term you're looking for is "Vitruvian Man", overall I enjoyed this alot and really want to see more of these mission logs.

Zege · Feb 29, 2012

This is a great read so far, can we expect more? I love the way you've been handling First Contact, the math exchange is actually what I would expect an actual scenario to follow.

I'm not sure who the yellow eyes are supposed to be, unless it's supposed to be Zecora? She has blue eyes, but they do show them glowing yellow in the dark oddly enough...

Vulpine Fury · Feb 29, 2012

It's Derpy, natch!

Felidae · Feb 29, 2012

I wonder what his reaction will be when he figures out Celestia is making the Sun orbit the Equestrian planet... :drevil:

JonBerry · Feb 29, 2012

Vinci Vitruve Luc Viatour

Baladar · Feb 29, 2012

You have my interest sir.

Weird Guy · Feb 29, 2012

I like this story so far.

Richardson · Feb 29, 2012

Actually, the yellow eyes are likely just that Manticore that got him. I don't remember off the top of my head seeing them in the text again after he drives it off.

Panaka · Feb 29, 2012

Gilda has yellow eyes.

Rc1212 · Feb 29, 2012

This is interesting.

I look forward to more.

AdmiralTigercla · Feb 29, 2012

[transmission recieved]

mission log:
August 17th, 2257

i’m beginning to think that there’s more to this world than just a few quirks of physics. The similarities it has with earth are beyond astonishingly coincidental. Not only is the atmosphere breathable, and the climate comfortable, but the familiarity of the ecosystem and biology with my own continues to stagger.

Smarty pants brought a friend today. She, was one of the ‘normal’ types. Well, relatively speaking. This pony had fur that was the most appalling shade of hot pink i had ever seen. And she had a mane and tail that were equally jarring. The mane itself was curly and tangled but thankfully seemed to be clean. Her flank marks appeared to be a series of colored ovals that seemed to resemble balloons. I’d seen this one before. Based on past observations, she was some kind of caterer of baked goods. She was quick, hyper, and appeared to be cheerful most of the time. The explosive way in which she seemed to move has made me nickname her ‘party popper’.

I found i was unable to keep up with her energy. And it seems smarty pants was in a similar state. Party popper seemed to behave much like a child who was stuck in a sugar rush. This may be in part to the amount of confectionary treats she consumes. Unlike most of the ponies, who seem to eat the treats in more moderate quantities, ‘party popper’ seems to consume a far greater quantity than normal. Upon trying one of the confections offered, i was quick to discover that it was similar to a sweet lemon tart. Even more enigmatic was a small bottle of red liquid she poured on it. Upon a careful taste investigation, i discovered it was similar to an old american cajun style hot sauce.

Given the nature of the food i’ve been eating for the last six months, i may increase my diet of the local food.

Mission log:
August 18th, 2257

party popper was with smarty pants again today, and spike appeared to be absent. Based on gestures from smarty pants, i presume he decided to sleep in.

I brought some gsa dehydrated food packets and mres with me today. Both smarty pants and party popper were astonished at the material used to seal them. However i quickly discovered that apparently ponies share more than just environments with humans. One look at their faces and i could tell that despite 200 years of advances, long term preserved space meals still taste like rehydrated cardboard.

The military mres that were available however seemed to please them more. Party popper loved the brownie that came with it, and smarty pants enjoyed the macaroni and cheese side. The beef tips that were the main course seemed to cause them some level of unease though. And smarty pants watched my face carefully while i ate. I have the feeling that with them being largely herbivores, the meal i ate proved to be a little unsettling.

Mission log:
August 19th, 2257

‘it’ watched me again. And i’m beginning to feel this forest is not the safest location. I encountered a creature on my way to meet smarty pants. It was a strange looking thing. It had a body that looked like a strange cross between a chicken and a snake, and had very large, angry looking eyes. I know this much because when i startled it, it just stared at me for over a minute. Perhaps staring down predators with such large eyes was a psychological defense mechanism. But after a while, it seemed to become very jittery and vanished into the underbrush. I’d hate to find out if they got much bigger. It had fang-like protrusions in its beak from what i had seen. And if it’s even remotely snake like, there’s the possibility of venom.

After encountering that creature, i suspect i had been a little stressed by its appearance, as i had a splitting headache for the rest of the day. Smarty pants seemed concerned by my condition, but probably understood she couldn’t do anything about it without knowing my biology a lot better. I took an anti-inflamatory when i returned to the ravenstar an hour ago. It has had no effect.

Mission log:
August 20th, 2257

i am awake early this morning due to the continued pounding of my head. Medicines seem not to have any effect. I’ve tried several different types to no avail. As far as i can tell, i’m fine, and medical scans have turned up nothing unusual. Given the sudden onset of the headache right after i had encountered that snake-chicken animal yesterday, i suspect that what i thought was simply an intimidation ploy may have been an exotic defense mechanism far more potent than i could have possibly known. I’m going to try some morphine to dull the pain and see if i can sleep it off.

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mission log:
August 21st, 2257

i awoke this morning with my head still hammering, and discovered i’d fallen asleep at the terminal. It’s a good thing the medical dispenser limits the amount of medicine i can get my hands on. The morphine messed me up pretty badly yesterday. I don’t even remember getting up to type.

I decided to take my problem to smarty pants. Perhaps she might know what that creature had done to me. It had to sketch the animal by hand, but i think i got the point across. When i met her on the hill, she seemed concerned for my absence the day before. Upon showing her the picture, she took off in a hurry, only to return a short time later with a book ‘floating’ next to her head.

I was unable to read anything, or understand her words. However smarty pants had flipped to it extremely fast until she came upon a picture that matched the animal i had encountered. She’d pointed it out, gesturing with her elastic hoof rather animatedly until i confirmed it with a nod. Then she turned the page, showing me a rather elaborate illustration of the animal looking at a pony, and then the next image showing the pony, now gray and cracked, like stone.

That seemed beyond scientifically possible, but due to evidence of observation, i could not dismiss that judgment. Had that creature been attempting to turn me to stone? If so, that would make for one powerful defense mechanism. Much like the gorgon medusa, the ability to turn any attacking predator into a stone block would make attacking that animal suicide.

Smarty pants seemed shocked that i had walked away from that encounter with only a horrible splitting headache though, and then shocked me when she gently patted me on the back. Up until now, we hadn’t had actual physical contact. It had been a kind of unspoken (not that we could speak) rule not to touch each other directly.

Mission log:
August 22nd, 2257

i am feeling better this evening.

After discovering the reason for my headache yesterday, smarty pants had come to the hill with a small bottle of liquid and had motioned that i drink it. The liquid in it had me wary, as it was glowing faintly like a nearly dead chem-stick, which is toxic to ingest. However, smarty pants appeared confident in what she had given me. Whatever it was, it tasted a bit like soy sauce and pop rocks in soda. Not the most pleasant mix, but before i had even finished downing the bottle, i could feel the headache i had receding. Smarty pants appeared relieved that it worked.

My breath smelled like chicken noodle soup for the rest of the day… curious.

Mission log:
August 23rd, 2257

despite being the height of summer back home, the outside temperature in this valley never seemed to peak much past eighty. I had neglected to compile a celestial chart to tell me what season this area might be in. The pegasus groups were at it again all morning, moving clouds in that fascinating way they do until they had pieced together a rainstorm from scratch.

Smarty pants seemed reluctant to stay out in the rain, and had motioned for me to follow her back towards the town. However, i felt that was an unwise choice and had to decline. I spent the rest of the day in the raven researching mythological earth beasts. If things here were so similar to earth, perhaps i could glean some knowledge on that animal that ‘attacked’ me.

Mission log:
August 24th, 2257

cockathrace.

That’s what i found after six hours of skimming the database. Like many of the creatures i’ve encountered, the match was disturbingly accurate. Head of a chicken, body of a snake. This mythological beast could turn you to stone by staring you in the eye. Just like what the animal had done to me. The only exception being that i did not turn to stone and instead got a headache.

I’ve realized that with all these strange matches between mythological earth animals, and the real deal on this planet, that i might have a lot more information than i first thought. I printed out the data i had on every mythological beast i could find and took the mess to smarty pants.

I have never seen a creature look so excited, except maybe party popper… but that’s like watching a living sugar rush. Smarty pants was astounded by the images i brought. And even more ecstatic to hear the human words for them.

We tried our dexterous appendages at bridging the communication gap, having not gotten very far with ‘grass’, ‘tree’, ‘rock’ and other words over the last few weeks. Objects were easy… but objects alone did not communicate ideas as well as we’d like. And being so different in physiology, we had a hard time connecting emotional concepts. However, we managed to come to a conclusion after we singled out manticore, cockathrace, hydra, and dragon from the extensive listing i’d brought.

‘danger’.

Smarty pants was so excited for a moment that we’d communicated a concept rather than a thing, that for a moment, it didn’t immediately click in her head. But when it did, she stopped, once more making contact by grabbing me on the shoulders, and turning me towards the forest, and making a gesture.

‘danger’.

She’d repeated her warning, a serious face on as she gestured again, this time tapping the images, then pointing at the forest. I think i understood clearly what she meant. The forest was dangerous. And if the creatures we’d selected from the group were any indication. So far i’ve only encountered the small-fry. I mean, a hydra?

Once again, moving the raven seems to be a good idea.

Mission log:
August 25th, 2257

i’m more wary of the forest now. With mythical creatures having real counterparts on this world, the concealing canopy of the trees has become unsettling to me and unusual sounds i previously ignored had become more alarming. I noticed the yellow eyes once more. They retreated quickly when i stopped and rested my hand on my weapon. Whatever it was, it was intelligent enough to know i was nervous, and knew the object i had was dangerous.

Moving the raven, while technically a snap, was not so simple considering i didn’t want to frighten the locals. Before i could move it, i wanted to make sure that the roar of the rocket thrusters wouldn’t cause the entire town to evacuate in a panic. As far as i could tell, while they appeared to have a few forms of vehicle to work with, large, loud spacecraft were not one of them.

I brought smarty pants some documents and schematics on the ravenstar, plus a few pictures of the trial flights of the design prototypes. She seemed confused at what it was as i did my best to communicate my intent.

Spike was there once more, and the little critter seemed intrigued by the design. Unfortunately, aside from solidifying a few more concepts and vocabulary, we did not achieve much.

Mission log:
August 26th, 2257

smarty pants brought another friend with her today. This one was one of the pegasus type. In fact, it was the blue one i’d seen zipping about the clouds like a fighter jet. She… i think it’s a she, was colored in such a way that i had only ever seen on parrots. Most of her fur was blue, save for the flank marks. But her mane was a bright, and neatly organized length of rainbow stripes. I’m still amazed these aren’t dye jobs. Her flank mark of course, was very clearly a cloud with a rainbow colored lightning bolt. How do they do it? That looks so natural! It’s got to be fake…

‘thunderbow’, it’s the only way to really describe her in full with that mark, was completely different from both smarty pants and party popper. The moment i approached she was instantly leery. She’d started circling, investigating me in a suspecting manner as if expecting me to try to jump and gobble her up at any moment.

This aggressive behavior was short lived once smarty pants had brought out the flight documents i’d given her. The pegasus seemed intensely interested in the vehicle. I would suspect the reason because she could fly.

‘thunderbow’ treated us to an acrobatics display not long after that. If i were to hazard a guess, it was an attempt to impress from one flier to the next. If only i could tell her that i found the cloud moving more impressive than the acrobatics…

mission log:
August 27th, 2257

i was awoken this morning by a tapping noise and had been shocked to discover ‘thunderbow’ standing on the nose cone of the ravenstar. Apparently the pegasus had followed me the previous evening to discover what i had been disappearing off to. And with her ability to fly, i guess she had no issues keeping up with me through the forest.

Smarty pants had also come along it seems, as when i popped the hatch, she’d been standing on the ground inspecting the vehicle curiously. The small unicorn examined my vessel and then looked at the sheet of paper i had given her, seeming to inspect various spots. Most likely identifying parts.

As curious as they were, i allowed a tour of the vehicle. ‘thunderbow’ spent much of her time checking out the flying surfaces and comparing them to her wings. Smarty pants was more interested in looking at the inside.

Her curiosity seemed endless. Smarty pants examined almost every last inch of the cabin, from my bunk, to the sanitation station, to the cockpit. But it was the cockpit that seemed to captivate her most. I caught her trying to play with controls several times, having to actually slap her elastic hooves away from several controls citing the now familiar word ‘danger’. Of course, with the apu offline, she would be hard pressed to do anything dangerous unless she found the throttle. And i had been between her and the throttles.

It took a lot of work to divert her from the cockpit, but i managed to drag her to something even more captivating. The computer. This may have been a mistake. Because once she discovered how to operate it, she couldn’t stop playing with it. I would have expected her to be deterred by the inability to read english, but she still managed to learn how to navigate the core menus through trial and error.

I ended up showing her and thunderbow a video demonstration of the craft, as well as map out what i intended to do. This time they both seemed to understand. I wanted to move the raven from the clearing to the area outside of town without causing a panic. I could only do that with their help.

Mission log:
August 28th, 2257

i awoke again to tapping and discovered that ‘thunderbow’ was once more standing on the nose of the ravenstar. Smarty pants was also there, this time with spike and party popper in tow. Popper seemed excited to the point of bursting upon seeing me, and thunderbow seemed agitated and ready to take off at any moment.

It took some creative charades to work it out, but it seemed they had excitedly prepared for the move some time yesterday evening. Smarty pants practically crawled over me to get into the cockpit. I can only assume that she wanted to see the raven in action. Spike and party popper, likewise, appeared to want a ride in the vehicle. And somehow, i think thunder wanted a race.

I was apprehensive about allowing these locals to actually ride in an operational spacecraft. The seats were designed for human anatomy, and so were the harnesses. There was no proper way to secure smarty pants in the cockpit seat she’d taken up. And the other passengers were likewise out of luck. Then again, i was the sole human, and only being qualified to operate the craft, and thus, the authority on any safety decision rested on me.

I weighed this option heavily. Serious injury could occur to those who were not properly strapped down during the operation of an aerospace craft. However, as a general rule if the craft crashed, it exploded in a fireball, killing everyone on board regardless of a shoulder harness. The straps were more to prevent bumps the turbulence from throwing pilot and passengers all over the craft. Since we were only traveling a short distance at low speed, likely on vtol the entire time, chances were the only real threat of injury would be the fireball situation. That being said, i opted to allow it.

The ponies were ecstatic. Especially smarty pants. She watched relentlessly as i ran the ignition checks and started up the apu. It was like seeing a child who got to come to the front of an air plane for the first time. (which is technically exactly what was happening here.) when the multifunction displays came on, he eyes got bigger. The voice assist made her head dance around looking for the source.

Igniting the vtols startled her. The raven never was, and never would be the quietest thing. Taking off in our own cloud of dust and slowly rising over the canopy of the forest on pillars of smoke and fire, i could only imagine the look on thunderbow’s face. The flight itself was rather easy. I saw the pegasus zoom on ahead towards the town. The main engines were unnecessary. Instead i pitched the spacecraft like a helicopter and let us gently coast forward.

Arrival near the town i had met the pegasus circling the back side of the hill, indicating my landing spot. Locals in the area had frozen in place to watch the lumbering spacecraft as it roared overheard. The entire time, smarty pants seemed glued to every motion i made, and every control i touched until the moment i retarded the vtol throttles and set the raven down in the field with only a minor bump, completely hidden by another cloud of dust.

The ride had been less than four minutes, but i’m sure the impact it made would last a lifetime. Just in case the warning hadn’t been adequate, i spent the rest of the day inside the raven.

Mission log:
August 29th, 2257

i write this log as smarty pants and her friends watch in fascination. So far, it seems that my docile, slow way of approaching them has garnered me at least a certain level of familiarity and acceptance with their town.

Overnight, i could feel ‘it’ watching me again, and decided to set up some security cameras to monitor whatever approached the raven. When i awoke, it was to the now familiar tapping of thunderbow on the cockpit viewport. Smarty pants of course was with her, and was as curious as ever. No sooner did i let her in, did the raven’s computer terminal come under siege.

Party popper showed up in the afternoon and fed the lot of us an interesting twist on pastries.

Mission log:
September 5th, 2257

smarty pants is a beast. Every morning she comes over to the raven just after first light, and sits on the computer terminal until well after dark. She studies the computer displays almost without interruption the entire time. I notice she mainly goes after the basic language libraries i showed her on the second day, and appears to be slowly deciphering words by going back and forth between what few we understand between each other and the program. I wish i could say i had this level of attention in school. Things she does not have time to study, she records on one of those dried up papers. I imagine her abode looks a bit like a library at this point.

Due to smarty’s occupation with gsc’s knowledge database, i have found myself returning to observations of the town. The inhabitants are much more aware of my presence now after the showy display i made of moving the ravenstar. I have noticed a number of ponies stop and observe me during the course of each day. Several of the younger ponies also appear to have taken an interest in me.

Mission log:
September 8th, 2257

smarty pants is still at it. I can hear the voice synthesizer going at it non-stop as she tries to mimic as many english words as possible. I have never seen such dedication to learning anything in my life.

Spike wandered up around lunch time. The little critter seemed worried for smarty and had a sheet of paper rolled up in his grasp. Smarty pants quickly dictated at him and he burned it on the spot. I have yet to determine what purpose that actually serves.

Mission log:
September 9th, 2257

smarty pants fell asleep at the terminal. I have to be extra careful as i write this not to wake her. She’s just too adorable.

Party popper brought an umbrella today, an indication the pegasi were at it again. Sure enough, the rain came by early afternoon. It was like clockwork. I spotted thunderbow doing what i guess was her job in the process. She waved as she went by.

Mission log:
September 10th, 2257

the rain hasn’t let up. Smarty pants decided not to go home yet and stayed in the passenger cabin. I would offer to let her sleep in the crew habitat module, but i don’t really know how to explain it.

I spotted that thing that likes to watch me as well. The rain had forced me to pull the cameras in, but i managed to catch a glimpse of it through the viewport.

Mission log:
September 11th, 2257

the rain has ended.

I almost choked when smarty pants practiced talking to me by saying ‘good morning’. In less than a month, we had gone from just identifying numbers, to her being able to greet me in my own language. It makes me feel a little insensitive that i have not even attempted to make the same effort to understand her language.

Spike returned today. He brought smarty something to eat, and also brought along a pony i had not seen before. She was a white, unicorn-type with a dark purple mane. The mane itself seemed more meticulously styled than most i’ve seen, suggesting something along the lines of a more feminine type. The marks on her flank appeared to be a series of gemstones.

This new unicorn circled me much the same way thunderbow had, but her mannerism seemed less like assessing a threat, and more like she was looking for something. Having begun to grow accustom to their facial expressions, i had to blink when she suddenly stepped back as if disgusted. I’m not sure if she thought i was ugly, if i smelled, or what. These flight suits were designed to be worn a long, long time without the luxuries of being washed. Each one had carbon inserts good for ninety days.

(There is an error in capitalization in many of the paragraphs. This is not due to typing, but appears to be something the board reacts to when you have all-caps in brackets. It's weird, and I'm not going to fix it just for here. It'll be correct on FimFiction.)

Mac · Feb 29, 2012

what do HiE stand for?

Harry Leferts · Feb 29, 2012

Human-in-Equestria

JohnWBiles · Mar 1, 2012

'Carbon inserts'?

I'm curious to see what Rarity does with sprucing him up.

While I find the idea humanity would send one guy by himself deep into space to be hard to believe, I am otherwise totally loving this story.

Cody Fett · Mar 1, 2012

I'm sorry, I wish I could read the update further, but its utter refusal to capitalize people's names riles me so much that I can no longer comprehend the story.

Richardson · Mar 1, 2012

Blame SB, and read it on FiM if it bothers you that much.

Sydonai · Mar 1, 2012

Carbon inserts are used to absorb smells, he can go 90 days without changing clothes.

Khaos · Mar 1, 2012

JohnWBiles said: ↑

'Carbon inserts'?

I'm curious to see what Rarity does with sprucing him up.

While I find the idea humanity would send one guy by himself deep into space to be hard to believe, I am otherwise totally loving this story.

He'll be amazed that somehow Rarity has a grasp on human fashion without ever having been on Earth

Narf the Mouse · Mar 1, 2012

I am grinning a happy grin.

JadeCriminal · Mar 1, 2012

I would love to watch this on FiMfiction but can't seem to find it.

AdmiralTigercla · Mar 1, 2012

Probably because I'm not at home to do cleanup and upload yet...

Lost Star · Mar 1, 2012

You know, I really love this for it's entertaining first contact, and actually following realistic procedures and hypothesis.

JadeCriminal · Mar 1, 2012

AdmiralTigercla said: ↑

Probably because I'm not at home to do cleanup and upload yet...

Yeah not being published yet would somewhat increase the difficulty of finding it.

"Applebloom! Put away the tempo-dimensional mod-de-modulator, I am not doing that again, do you know how much they charge trans-temporal side-dimensional surfing? The speed stinks anyway."

"But mister Hooves I wanna read it noooow!"

"Well you will just have to be... Oh crud, vocal recording off."

Transmission interrupted, auto posting...
Complete.

Vulpine Fury · Mar 1, 2012

Verra nice

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