STRANGERS IN THE VILLAGE
Your ears are still ringing and your hands still bleeding from the thunder these strangers called down with stones from their hands when Eki' sara points her spear at the one that saved her life.
"What? No!" you call out, tone pained and urgent though you can't bring yourself to be loud amidst the village's eerie tensions. "Eki' sara, they saved our lives!"
"No, they killed the Yun' gon," she says sharply, keeping her spear's head between her and the stranger whose knife had killed the invader between them. "I don't think it's the same thing. Or else they wouldn't have hurt you like they -"
"They did to
help us," you plead, slowly stepping off to the side and moving around towards the blank-faced visitor. "Their other stones only hit the horde! I think it was a mistake, and one they made up for. With blood."
The other stranger moves a split second after you did, hands going back to the weapon that looks like a thunder staff assembled out of harsh metal runes rather than sleek wood. The first one turns its head towards them at the movement, then looks back to you. The four of you form a square, staring at your friend and opposites in turn, confused and still flush with the heat of battle.
—
You pull the knife back out of the corpse, wipe the blood off on your sleeve, and slide it back into its holster, and your gaze wanders the village. The battle flew by so quickly, but you've found yourself back by the alley you'd rushed at the beginning with Ghost, and it seems like the fauns you saved there have been drawn back too. You look them over with the frankness that comes easy from the inside of a dark helmet, curious. They look younger than the other fauns. Less developed. You wonder if they're children. You think of your own and your gaze goes soft, and you take a slight step towards them - more idly than intending to go anywhere - and that's when the tall one levels her spear at you like she means to push you back.
You stop your movement, eyes flicking warily between the aliens. "Easy there, Widow," Ghost's voice urges crisply over local comms. "Looks like the village idiots don't appreciate a good thing when it literally drops from the sky into their laps…"
"It's just nerves," you tell him promptly, surprised by your own hard-edged confidence. "They're kids whose village just came close to getting wiped out.
You spread your hands out to the side, fingers flaring a little bit to emphasize how empty they are - not quite hands up, but still a universal sign language for 'not doing anything,' you figure. The fauns don't seem to notice much as two of them talk quickly back and forth in a language you can't even begin to understand. One starts to move off to the side, and Ghost grunts over the open line and starts to move to match him.
"Widow, they're trying to flank you," he adds as he unslings his rifle again. "This isn't going anywhere good." You hear other voices saying similar things as local starts to heat up.
"No!" you insist. "Ease off! They saw us save them. This doesn't have to be a problem, we just all need a minute to breathe."
"I'll breathe when we're back in the merely underdefended and isolated colony on an alien world rather than in the middle of fucking Evil Disneyland," Ghost snaps back.
—
"
Your blood is still on
your hands from
what they did to you!" Eki' sara snaps, her usual flinty resolve cracking into something more jagged and obviously upset. "You don't know anything about them! You don't know what they want! Why do you trust them?"
"Because I prayed for them!" you splutter, and she stares at you like you've grown a second head while more words tumble forth in a rush you can't stop. "We were going to die and I swore myself to the gods of sky and thunder and then their death-music came on the wind and they struck down the horde with the gods' own tools and…and it worked. It worked, Eki' sara, and I promised -"
"I don't see the mark of the gods on them, just strange metal and no explanations," Eki' sara grinds out with a glare, raising her spear tip another inch. "Get behind me until they leave."
"No."
—
The four strangers stand in a circle, and no one moves.