It's been nearly an entire day working in the new lab and Jane is still completely shocked at the sight of the alien, dubbed 575 from the military personal for the area code of the area it was found in. There is still no word on howit got here, any kind of ship still not found by the military searchers, though she's pretty sure a simple lab tech wouldn't be told anyways.
Besides, the possible ship didn't matter to her as much as itdid. She didn't spend nearly six years in biological studies to not get excited at the chance of the first ever alien to make contact with Earth being mere meters from her at all times, even if it was in a thick, probably bullet-proof, glass containment cell.
It certainly wasn't as she would have expected, either. Where everyone thought aliens looked like gray men with gangly limbs and big, black eyes and limited features, 575 was completely different.
It was tall,over two meters and probably around seven feet from its two-toed feet lined in big claws to the curved-back spines on its head, and even without the supposed armor the military found it in, it was still entirely too intimidating for her to ever imagine it as the tiny gray aliens plastered all over her hometown of Roswell, New Mexico. It seemed the only thing the media ever got right was the color, or at least partially, as the extraterrestrial in their lab had a pretty silver sheen whenever the fluorescent lights hit the surface of it oddly armored body, like polished metal in the sun. It had a dashing of dark blue across its face and it looked artificially made, not a part of natural coloring, but she was unable to ever get the chance to really get a look at the markings or the apparent damage fanning out across 575's right side that looked like old scarring.
Surprisingly, she didn't fear it as she thought she would- as she expected- and she couldn't take her eyes off it, even when it would turn its own attentions to her in return. 575 would never act aggressively either, contrary to the literal weapons on its hands and feet and hard-looking plated surface, and she often found her curiosity pulling her concentration from setting up the lab for their studies scheduled to begin tomorrow to the creature. What she wouldn't give to sate her mind and just get the chance to stand at the glass all day or – heaven forbid – have the chance to break the firstrule the soldiers set for them and open the heavy door of the chamber and step inside, test her luck.
It certainly wouldn't be a bad way to go,she thinks. To die at the hands of the first ever alien to land on Earth.
Her moments of weakness never lasted, though, as she could never remain subtle enough while catching glances not to catch the eye of Dr. Lawson, and a short reprimand through tightly pinched lips always got her back to the task at hand for a handful of hours. Yet, eventually she would turn to 575 in its plain cell with only a single, lumpy mattress as bedding, short toilet, and heavy tub fed by an automated water spout, wishing she had the chance to know more.
Hopefully, if their luck held, they would receive whatever 'armor' 575 was said to have had and they would get to begin testing on it. As it was, the General of the base put a strict 'no-touching' rule on the creature and it made sense, contact could resist in any manner of negative side effects as well as the possible maiming, but it didn't do much for the lab and their jobs. However, word was that they were going to be allowed to run tests on the armor pulled from in when it was captured, so perhaps they could pull traces of its DNA from the lining.
They were lucky that Dr. Lawson's colleague, Dr. Harper, was able to pull some strings with the General and allow them to at least be in the same room as 575. She saw the man but for a few moments, but it was long enough to gather that he was in a separate lab, with a separate order to study the weapons 575 was found with, and she was actually relieved to be working under her boss, even when he got into one of his moods. She'd take working alien DNA and studying 575's biological functions over working with any kind of gun, the thought made her skin crawl.
"Jane," the short command pulls her from her thoughts and she rushes over to Dr. Lawson where he stands at the door to the lab, pulling on his jacket in a clear sign he is done for the day and heading home – or to the small room here on the base that serves as their temporary home. "Finish prepping the lab. I don't want to be wasting time cataloguing supplies when we receive the specimen."
"Of course," she says with a nod and moves to accept his lab coat to hang it back up in the cabinet of his things.
As she's draping the coat, he continues, "And don't you dare listen to any of that noise you tend to listen to in our labs." She looks to him, shocked. "Yes, I know. It's a racket and I don't want anyone thinking we're a bunch of imbeciles."
She holds her tongue at the insult to The King and his music, simply nodding in understanding. The Doctor leaves, giving her the chance to breathe and she looks over to the glass cell with a soft smile. "You don't hate Elvis, do you?" 575 tilts its head slightly and she can't help the short little snort of amusement at it looking just like a confused puppy. "Boy, you're missing out. Here, I'll show you."
Jane walks to the cabinet that holds her things and digs around in the small box of things until her hand comes to a small, square shape. Pulling it out from her things, she smiles when she sees it as her portable radio with exterior speakers with her smaller, handheld player still attached to the port. Waving it in the air to show 575, she trots up to the countertop set midway in the center of the room, between the cell and most of their research equipment.
"Okay, first things first. Elvis Presley, also known as The King, is the thing to know about if you want to know anything about Earth." She clicks a button and That's All Rightcomes on, making her smile and tap her foot. "Hear this? His first ever single. Most say he wouldn't be famous if it wasn't for this song."
She bobs her head a bit and taps her heel on the tiles to the beat before she can't help but singing along, not caring if the strange alien hears her horrible singing. "I'm leaving town, baby. I'm leaving town for sure." She points at the glass at nearly loses it when 575 jerks its head a bit. "Well, then you won't be bothered with me hanging 'round your door. Well, that's all right, that's all right." She makes a show of trying to drag out the notes like Elvis on the following, "that's all right now mama, anyway you do."
She goes quiet and just listens to the music, the sound making her smile softly at the memories of her dad it brings and how it used to listen to it as he worked in his shop, feet kicking as he was waist deep under some car or another. She remembers she would often laugh, overjoyed when he would whistle to the music or dance with her on his toes as a child, and doesn't notice she's lost herself in her head until halfway through the next song, Bossa Nova Baby. Blinking back the wet feeling in her eyes, she turns the music down a bit in efforts not to torture the first alien on Earth with too loud of music.
"Sorry about that, 575," she offers with a twitch of her lips and sets back to work on unpacking the remaining boxes that was brought in from their lab nearly an hour away. She figures she's wasted enough time trying to sate her nosiness over her planet's guest and it's nearly eleven in the evening, so it really wouldn't do to lose what little sleep she might be able to get tonight.
It didn't took him long to adjust his eyes to the bright white light, that lighted every inch of his cell. A poor excuse of a bed, a strange silver metal basketlike thing hanging at the wall and something that looked like a tub was everything he had in his cell. Three solid walls and one completely made of glass. Makes me easier to monitor I guess
His eyes found the cameras in the corners of his cell. There were two of them, one in the left corner in the back of the cell and one in the front right corner. No dead angle here. He doesn't want to be watched all the time, not want to be seen even when no one looked in the cell. With his back turned to the glass wall, he stepped into the right corner of his cell, bringing up his omni-tool. Garrus wouldn't want to take a chance on it. If they took this from him, he would never leave this cell alive. He typed a code in his tool, sending an overload in the cameras, disabling them. Better. He was pretty sure they wouldn't send a simple technician in the cell and even if they did, he would just overload the new and at least for now he had his privacy.
He looked outside his cell, taking the area in, looking for weaknesses and very well knowing that he couldn't stay here for too long. When they send Saren he growled low out of frustration and sat down on the very uncomfortable mattress, calling it a bed would be an insult. He had no idea what he should do in here, the cell too small to pace around, he didn't dare to open his omni-tool. They had stripped him from his armor and his guns leaving him with nothing than his black undersuit and his omni-tool.
There was it again, the red fringed… Human, that's what they're called. She seemed to be the only one not scared by him or wanting to kill him. Jane, he was sure that that was her name, at least the elder person, a Dr. or something like that called her that, well yelled it mostly. As for her, she was the smallest of these humans he had saw so far, and squishy. Hell how did they became dominant as a species? When the council send Saren… He shook his head, trying to get rid of that thought, as he saw her again. She seemed to look at him as often as she could, working on whatever she worked on and looked over her shoulder, walking from one side of the lab to another looking at him. Never saw a Turian before? He chuckled silently as he heard that the older human talked to Jane. They were too far away and in combination with most likely security glass he couldn't really understand what was going on. The older one put down his lab-coat and gave it to her, adding some words that the small female didn't seem to like. He watched them, as the older one turned around and made his way to the elevator and then he was gone, leaving Garrus in his cell and Jane in the lab alone.
She looked over in his direction 'You don't hate Elvis, do you?' What is an Elvis? The confusion must be written all over his face as he tilted his head. 'Boy, you're missing out. Here, I'll show you.'
She walked out of his sight, returning while waving a… What is that? He haven't seen something like this in his entire life.
'Okay, first things first. Elvis Presley, also known as The King, is the thing to know about if you want to know anything about Earth." She clicks a button and a very strange noise comes on, making her smile and tap her foot. "Hear this? His first ever single. Most say he wouldn't be famous if it wasn't for this song'
A king? The music was unlike everything he ever listened, not unpleasant though.
He watches her closely and all of a sudden she sings along the song making Garrus eyes widen. "I'm leaving town, baby. I'm leaving town for sure." She points at him and he can't help but tilt his head even more, as he is confused as he never was before. "Well, then you won't be bothered with me hanging 'round your door. Well, that's all right, that's all right." She makes a show of trying to drag out the notes like Elvis on the following, "that's all right now mama, anyway you do."
He looks her closely, seeing that something must be on her mind, though he isn't able to read the emotion correctly, not being around long enough. She smiles softly, so he assumes she's remembering something good. With a move of her fingers over that strange thing she turns down the volume
'Sorry about that 575'
Again that stupid combination of numbers he watches her as she returned to her work. Leaving Garrus alone with his thoughts. Strange kind these humans. He felt the events of the day taking its toll, so he sat back on the bed, sliding against the wall, letting his head hang that his fringe isn't scratching against the wall. He hears her doing whatever work she got to do and feeling his mind getting heavier in tiredness. At first he tries to fight the feeling, but soon he crosses his arms over his chest, his head hangs more limb and his mind drifts away.