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Alarms going off, red lights flashed. She didn’t remember much. Just a lot of her ship shaking, and flames engulfed her moments before a giant crash knocked her out. She could hear the dull sound of beeping going off in the background - it was enough to let her know that she was alive, but not enough to stir her from unconscious state. But then - something else tickled her senses. A click of the windows popping up - or being torn off - she couldn’t tell. Then, something lifted her. Her first instinct was to fight, but she couldn’t wake herself for more than a few moments at a time to stir a response from herself.
When she woke up, she woke with a start, nearly jumping out of her skin as she sat up right. “Meega-o-itume [ get away from me]”, she said instinctively, with a hiss on her lips as she pushed herself backwards and wedged herself in the back of the bed while she re-oriented herself. Her dark eyes settled on the boy in the room with her, blinking once to refocus her vision. When she saw him, she starred hard for a moment, like she recognized him despite them never having met before. “Cama'ahar teh tebracres [What is your name?]”, she asked, crawling back to the end of the bed to stand up in the room, more curious than defensive now that she was saw who had found her.
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He felt her come into the atmosphere like a spider crawling up the back of his neck. Stitch wasn’t sure how he knew but that familiar light tumbling through the sky informed him all he needed to know: another one of him had arrived on Earth. He was no longer alone here. It unsettled him, he had to know who else had joined him and get the jump on it if it was someone to be cautious of. Stitch found her on instinct, a creeping up through his spine, it felt like a call. She was out when he arrived and took the initiative to bring her back to his home. He couldn’t just leave her there without knowing answers, not to mention he couldn’t stop just staring at her as he carried her back. She was like an angel fell down straight from heaven.
Being the somewhat gentleman he was, Stitch laid her in his bed and plopped himself in the hammock he’d hung up in the corner as extra seating. He was flicking his lighter on and off when she awoke. “Okie-taka [It’s okay]” , He said in an attempt to show he meant her no harm. “Chi chabada [I promise.]” She wasn’t anyone he’d seen before but Stitch didn’t want to be too trusting just yet. Slowly he moved from his hammock with his hands out to show her he wasn’t going to pull anything sly. “Stitch,” he spoke softly and placed a hand to his chest to show her it was him the name was associated it. Their native tongue didn’t have a word for Lilo’s name for him. “Yuuga [You?]”















