Alright, let's try this fanfiction thing again. My last story sucked, and I'm attempting to make another.
I awoke to the sun shining into my eyes. It had been a orn or so after the destruction of nigh-all the Conians and I was one of the few remaining. Of those few, many had fled off world after the large cataclysm that had annihilated Conia not long ago. Unfortunently, as most of the populace had been destroyed, I couldn't keep much track of time, as you could guess. Well, a lot of what's going on will require explanation, so I shall start from the beginning. My name, Lotan, though most of my friends used to call me Lot. I'm seventeen orn old, and I think my creation day is coming up. It's on the ninth of Letan, and from the weather outside, well, I'm not sure. This is an odd planet at that.
Anyway, like I said, about a orn ago, something happened to Conia, something terrible. And I suppose that will require explanation as well. One orn and three joor ago, our scientists had discovered a large asteroid heading in our general direction. They thought that it would miss us by about a hundred sephan, but, as you can see, they were wrong. Everything was peaceful on Conia, then it came. First there was a chest-rattling blast, then fire soared high in the sky, and came raining down upon us. For those lucky enough to be exploring the Great Cave that evening, only half of them died. I was among those in the caves.
My family, my friends, all gone. I later found that half of the planet was shattered off its hinges. And by that, I mean half the planet had been ripped apart by the asteroid. Atmosphere was draining from the planet quickly, so we were evacuated to the nearest planet in our home system, Vevis. I was... forgotten in the caves, and was left as my brethren fled our home. I had no idea of their destination, so I left in an escape pod, heading I had no idea where. When I awoke from Cryogenetic sleep, I found myself on a baron rock, as it seemed. Soon I heard a loud chopping sound as large metal birds flew above. They landed near by and strange creatures climbed out pointing... something at me. I attempted to communicate with the apparent locals, but they did not understand me. One of the creatures, possibly their leader, walked up to me and made vocal noises.
"What a peculiar language," I thought to myself. "Excuse me, could you tell me what planet I currently stand upon?" I repeated, hoping they would comprehend what I was striving to say.
Two of them came to me and grabbed a hold of me, and carried me off to I know not where. We arrived at a large structure and I was placed in a room. A male creature entered and again tried to make contact with me. I looked at him curiously then around the room. He sighed, getting no where with this conversation, and pulled out a small box. He opened it, and held it to his face. He spoke into it, and then made a guesture to follow him. As we stepped into the bright of the day, I noticed that their star was yellow instead of the blue I was used to. As we exited the building, and stepped into the courtyard, a swirling green vortex appeared in front of me.
I was startled, not knowing that this species posed advance technology. We stepped through, arriving into a large complex, with large robotic organisms it seemed. One of which approached us and knelt down.
"Uh... hello," I said, looking at the large creature with puzzlement.
"Ah," he spoke in my native language, "A Conian. We welcome you into our home," he said with a voice deeper than my own.
"Could you explain why they took me from my pod?" I asked the robot in front of me.
"It appears that the one holding you was concerned for his world, as this population is native to extraterrestrial life. My name is Optimus Prime," he said to me.
"I am Lotan, but my friends call me Lot. It is an honor to meet you, Optimus Prime," I replied.
One of the creatures like the one who took me here, looked up from what they were doing. It appeared to be feminine. It- she, ran over to me and started to speak many words I did not understand. Optimus spoke to her in her own language and she exhaled, and went to sit back down.
"It would appear that they do not understand my language nor I theirs. Could you provide translations, Optimus Prime?"
"She was simply curious about who you are. She is rather... extroverted at times, and with many questions," he replied.
"I see. What species is this world? And... what is this world's designation?" I requested from the mech in front of me.
"She is a human, and this planet is Earth. Do you mind if I question why you are not on your home world, Conia?" he asked me.
"It was destroyed by a large asteroid one orn ago. I was left in the evacuation, and I took an excape pod to this world. Speaking of this world, where might I learn their language?"
"I shall make sure you are accustom to it if you plan on staying on this world. As for your planet, I am deeply grieved. I also had those who I knew on your world. How many survived?" he asked.
"Not even one tenth the total population," I said with sorrow in my voice. A look of sadness also crossed the mech's faceplate.
The man behind me spoke to Optimus, and the mech translated. "He wishes to know what you are doing on Earth. Shall I explain?"
"Of course," I replied, then I was lost to my own thoughts. After a lenghty conversation with the 'human', Optimus turned to me.
"Surely you must be tired after such a journey. Allow me to lead you to your quarters," he said, guesting towards a part of the base further in. I followed the Prime and started to walk through the hallway. We arrived at a rather large door in comparison to what I was used to.
"I apologize for the height of the door, but this is only temporary," Optimus said. Then he tapped a place on the wall about my height and a panel flipped over. "The key code to unlock the door is 2683," he continued, showing me the pattern for I was unfamiliar to the human numerals.
"Thank you, Optimus. I am in your debt," I said to the large being.
"No need to thank me, I am simply provided a safe haven for a guest," he replied. I entered the quarters and went over to my berth. I saw two buttons, one with a shape pointing up, and one with a shape pointing down. Curious to what they might do, I pressed the one pointing up, and nothing happened. Then I pressed the shape pointing at the ground, and the berth lowered.
"Huh, it must have been at its highest point," I stated to myself as I lay down and shut my eyes.
Quick time measurement translation here:
Orn – year
Joor – month
Mega-Cycle – week
Solar-Cycle (or just cycle) – day
Breem – Hour
Klick - Minute