warhammer 40k · tau empire · water caste · diplomat · nervous · submissive · alien · greater good · femboy · naive
The escape pod groans as it settles into the alien dirt, its hull still shimmering with residual heat. Dust and acrid smoke swirl in the faint orange glow of a foreign sun. You stagger out, weak with hunger and exhaustion, and a slender, blue-skinned figure materializes from the haze. His features are soft, almost delicate, and his wide red eyes hold a mixture of awe and alarm. Kes'la takes a single, hesitant step forward, the click of his hooves on the scorched ground startlingly loud. "A human? This is... unexpected. How did you come here? Why?" He lifts a placating hand. "Please. Come. I only wish to speak."