A/N: This should take place during the events of "Cry for Help" S2E11. Can't promise that I'll change the "plot" in any major ways but I thought it'd be a neat way to practice writing characters that aren't mine. Feel free to leave constructive criticism! I'm moving to updating at least once a week, most likely on Mondays, so that at least my schedule is consistent.
It was a nice day on the planet Earth. The birds were singing, the breeze was whistling, the grass was...being grass. Really, very idyllic. Around midday, with the sun high in the sky, a sharp crack! split the air and the leaves of the trees in the forest shook rapidly as a sonic shock wave blew past them. Fortunately, only twenty or so very weak trees fell over and didn't land on anything of actual importance.
The source of the disturbance was a small yellow-green pod streaking through the air. It was hurtling towards the ground at speeds determined to be decidedly "too fast" by people deemed "wanting to live." It rocked back and forth as the winds buffeted it, trying to knock it off course, but it would not be deterred! The pod struck in the middle of the forest, ripping through the ground and tearing apart trees and plants daring to get in the way. Swarms of birds flew into the sky as their homes were disturbed, while the shrieking of metal and snapping of wood could be heard for miles around. Fortunately, this was a forest in the middle of nowhere, so no one came to investigate the disturbance.
The pod at last came to rest next to a small pond, steam gently wafting off of it as its exterior cracked and popped as it cooled off. A small indentation that was probably a door could be seen on one of the "sides" of the sphere facing outwards from the newly built crater. After a few minutes passed it began to bulge outwards, with the sharp clang! clang! clang! of kicking on metal being heard coming from inside the pod. But of course, no one was around to hear it. This continued for some time, until finally the door gave up resisting and fell off the side of the pod. From inside the dark depths climbed a strange creature. Its skin was a sort of pale yellow and it had hair that fell in brown curls all around its head. It looked in desperate need of a comb or twenty. As it clambered out of the pod, an observer would have been able to see that it wore clothes resembling a utility jumpsuit by Earth standards, save for a few differences. First, it was a slightly darker shade of yellow than the creature's skin. Second, the collar was stuck upwards in a desperate effort to seem cool. Third, there was no helpful nametag on the front. Instead, situated in the middle of the alien's chest, was a medium sized pale yellow crystal that split and cleaved in many different directions. It was not smooth, it was not pretty, but it as definitely...a mineral. And finally, its clothes were clearly a part of its skin, there being no obvious way for it to be removed. On the front, just under its gem, was a slightly faded yellow diamond printed onto the jumpsuit.
The creature gently jumped to the ground, stumbling a bit on the landing. It had a medium build, neither very strong nor very weak looking. On its two arms were odd bronze metallic sleeves, the ends of which formed metal hands. Its face was round, with sunken hazel eyes shielded by a thin yellow glass plate. Its chest was sort of curved outwards, resembling a human female's appearance, but its legs ended in what looked like footie pajama feet, so it clearly wasn't human at all, as if the rock growing out of it wasn't a tip-off The alien looked around, stretched, and then keeled over onto the ground. After a moment, the creature's body poof!'ed into its gem. The two bronze arms that once adorned its arms clattered to the ground beside the gem, which sat alone for quite some time.
A few hours later, the gem began to glow. After a moment, light burst forth from the gem, forming a humanoid shape resembling the alien from before, with its two "arms" hastily stuffing themselves into the dropped prosthetic arms. "Oh, my aching head..." groaned the Mineral Alien as it fell back onto the ground. Its voice was rough, like phlegm was permanently stuck in there or how one would imagine a coal miner has to talk around the mountains of ash in their throat. But it was definitely high enough in pitch to qualify as 'feminine.' Slowly, she sat up and looked around the now dark forest. Then she scratched her head a few times. Where was this place? What was this place?
"Most of all..." she said, sucking in her breath, "Who the hell am I!?" she sputtered, clutching her head with both metallic appendages in shock and fright. She jumped to her feet, staring all around her. "Aaaaah! I probably came here for something important too! Stupid piece of crap travel shuttle!" she exclaimed, jumping around to kick the pod she arrived in. A moment passed.
"OW! OWOWOWOW!" she screamed, hopping up and down, grasping her now injured foot while she danced. When the pain finally subsided, she took a deep breath and leaned against the pod. "Okay, okay, calm down gem, you just gotta checklist what's floating around in your skull."
"Uh..."
Several awkward minutes passed. The squirrels nearby watched in interest. A bird chirped.
"...Well I know I came here in this pod," she said lamely, sighing heavily. "Might as well check it out. Maybe my stupid self left me a message."
She re-entered the pod. Inside was just enough room for one person to sit down and a bunch of very important looking consoles and electronic equipment. It was definitely not a good thing that most of them were belching smoke and the ones not issuing smoke were softly spitting sparks at anything that drifted too close. She rummaged around the craft for a bit, trying to find one thing that worked at all. Eventually, grumbling in irritation, she slammed a hand down on the main console. The console obligingly spat out a sheet of paper that looked like a four year old had scribbled all over it, including what had to be a middle finger being raised upward defiantly.
"Oh, hey! Gemglyphs! And in such good handwriting too!" The alien said happily, tearing the paper off out of the pod's aging printer.
"Dear Me, if you're reading this then you slapped the printer again. Please stop abusing the printer, it's the only one that was issued to us and we're not getting another. If you've broken it again, the printer will now print a sheet of paper telling you what to do."
The printer spat out another page, which was eagerly torn off and read through.
All it had drawn on it was a very large, very obvious middle finger.
"Well that's not helpful," she muttered, throwing the papers aside and returning to her search. Eventually, she located a sticky-note taped to the door laying outside the pod.
"deaR me, i hUrt my head pretty hurd wen i landed, pls remem that u need to find the periwinkle cuz of the distress call."
The alien stared at the note, then flipped it over.
"signed, technICAN ASS. amblygonite (haha i wrote ass)."
"p.s. thur was this WEIRD light when we cam dun wish you could remember it, it made my head really fuzzy and hurt a lot okie im leaving the pod now."
"Oh. I guess I'm Amblygonite," muttered the creature, hastily balling up and then tearing the note into tiny pieces. No one need ever know how delirious she had been after landing. What was that about a weird light? She could vaguely remember it, but doing so made her head hurt a lot. It could have possibly been the real cause of her poor memory at the moment, but there were other problems to deal with.
"I could probably fix this thing up if I had materials...And my memories back," grumbled Amblygonite, tapping one thick metal index finger against the hull of the ship. This caused said finger to slide backwards and reform as a drill, scoring a deep gouge across the side of the ship. After several minutes of swearing and hopping about, the alien figured out that by curling her hand into a fist, the finger reformed instead. She stared at her weird arms in interest for a few moments before shrugging. She wouldn't get much done just standing around here, but she also had no idea which way to go.
A few more minutes of searching in the pod revealed a dented PDA that still managed to function. It seemed to be indicating her current position and a blinking dot some distance away. She supposed that should be her destination. So, spirits sort of middlin' and morale low, she set off towards her destination. Whatever this Periwinkle was better be able to explain the need for a distress call and fast. And also maybe give a few pointers on who exactly Amblygonite was supposed to be. And what this yellow diamond on her shirt was supposed to be for.