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"Sorry we can't talk directly, but Artoo should be able to handle translating." He rubs his chin, staring at the Eridian with open fascination. It's always incredible, seeing the forms the Force takes when it weaves life. "It would be easier if Threepio were here. Oh well. I'm Luke Skywalker. It's nice to meet you."

#rockscng #✩ return of the jedi! ( verse )#✩ connects and binds us! ( threads )#|| oh rocky...

“ MY STARS, LOOK at you! ” the matriarch crouches down, now resting upon her knees. it's an attempt to be more level with @rockscng, to make contact without any fear. “ so many species within this galaxy, i have never seen one like you before. what are you? you look organic, is that the case? ” / sc.

#what if i did something more? › verse: four.#rockscng

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Rolling his eyes to himself, Grace shakes his head fondly, a smile on his face despite the clear scolding he's getting. Anyone would think that Rocky lived here all the time for the way he demands everything is in order, god forbid a man have his own space to live as he pleases. -- ❝You might keep your home pristine, pal, but I like a place to feel a little lived-in.❞ Okay, maybe he had just left yesterdays laundry in a pile on the floor and perhaps some snacks had left some crumbs as evidence, and sure a few packets didn't make it to the bin but it's nothing too wild.

He glances to Adrian, who seems just as amused as he is himself, pointing to Rocky with his thumb. ❝This guy get so bothered about your home getting messy, or are all Eridians clean freaks?❞

#[THIS IS HIS HOUSE ROCKY- Worst landlord EVER]#A New Day || Erid Verse #rockscng #Clean Freak || Thread

Ryland Grace had been given one of the greatest honors Rocky could have given him. The chance to meet Adrian, one of the most important Eridian’s in his long life. But there were more Eridians on the planet that mattered to him. He had friends, neighbors, coworkers…and siblings.

Eridians were always tight-knit with their family units. Parents raised their offspring to adulthood like humans did, and fostered a loving environment, and siblings got along amazingly. So it was no surprise really that Rocky wanted his best friend to meet the four individuals he had been raised with.

He chittered and crooned, tugging at Grace’s hand through his xenonite suit. “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” He sang excitedly, almost dragging the poor man across the beach. “Come meet Rocky siblings! Excite, excite!”

Random asks always welcomed || Accepting

Days on Erid had a peace to them that Grace wasn't sure existed on Earth, not outside of those small remote places with sparse inhabitants that only the rich could afford. It meant he could relax, truly relax… Usually. He'd just been about to stretch out on the couch, bathing in the artificial light coming in through the windows, when in came Rocky like a five-legged tornado. There was no chance to grab a sweater, or even sort out his hair, instead he was herded out of the door like an errant sheep with Rocky as his diligently shepherding sheepdog. ❝Whoa, whoa, what..?❞ Sure, he'd heard about Rocky's siblings, he'd been curious about their family structure - as he imagined anyone would be - but he figured he'd get some heads up before he was expected to meet them face to faceplate. -- ❝You could've at least given me some warning, Rock- I didn't even get to brush my hair.❞ Grace muttered in a lightly disgruntled tone, face scrunched unhappily as he tried to smooth his hair down with his one free hand, the other still grasped by Rocky. ❝I need to introduce you to the concept of a calendar, scheduling stuff in- ❞

#[Rocky pls he looks like he's been chewed up and spat out rn - it's not meet the family time!]#Blip Detected || Grace Ask #rockscng

Rocky rolled over to her, tucking his front appendages under his carapace with a light, musical hum. He was aware Lara was wary of him—she always had been since they had first met. She wasn’t like Grace, who was instantly enamored with an alien lifeform (Rocky had been the same, of course) and he could respect that. There were Eridians like her, after all. Wary of anything new and strange and not like them. “Rocky have someone Lara should meet.” He sang softly, tapping his xenonite ball with a digit. “Lara come with Rocky?”

life on erid ... is an adjustment.

lara's adaptable but she's always boomeranged back to something familiar. no matter where she finds herself, back on earth, there's always her study lined up with books, the safe room, her flat. something that's sort of a tether, now she feels adrift and lost. erid is a physical home now, but it's not home quiet yet.

she's picking at grains of not-quiet sand. the eridians tried to replicate a terranean beach to the best of their ability, and she's lucky in a sense, the beach they chose to replicate is something so close to home. it's eerie, but she's been out here long enough to know when the waves would roll over, catching up to each other, and when they creep to shore. she's got half a heart to whip out ryland's stopwatch to time it.

she looks up at the familiar pitter of @rockscng's ball as the flat surfaces clumsily crunch the sands in his approach. a faint smile flickers on her face. rocky had been a great stranger, a danger to her at first. then an ally with common enemy. the enemy of my enemy, then friend of my friend. it's hard not to take a shine to him. but survival gets lost in translation when their enemy had become the elements, exposure and starvation nearly glared the fragile humans into an early grave.

now they're safe and she's restless. now she's the alien, in a biodome completely built by eridians, sustained by eridian science that according to rocky and ryland is still lacking in comparison to humanity's. eridians are a mystery, and she doesn't understand how the concepts of loyalty and gratitude and the grand debt of saving the entirety of this planet come into play here. she wants to know, she should dig deeper, but rocky rolls up in place and she's at a loss, exposed.

the language, though, lara's learned quickly. or what they've pieced together of it on the long journey back to erid. if she had the appendage she thinks she could speak it- sing it, but that'd be a sorry sound. it does remind her of east asian languages, in the way inflections and enunciations change the entire meaning. pitch and frequency. she doesn't need the voice coming out of the computer. although it helped. she missed it.

her eyes drift over her shoulder briefly, wondering if ryland's got anything to do with this, ❝ okay. ❞ she answers quietly, the sound drags, as she pushes on her knees and rises to her feet, stepping up closer to match rocky's step- roll. ❝ who am i meeting ? ❞

rocky sent a semi-plotted starter.

#◦♛▹ verse ➶ prophet girl chosen by the sun – project hail mary.#◦♛▹ ruins crumble but words endure ➶ thread.#rockscng #LETS GOO this got away from me pls dont match length

SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S

Adrian to Rocky <333

the moment adrian's carapace touched rocky's, akin to the way a human's forehead would rest upon another's, rocky let out a happy trill and rapidly tapped his two front appendages against the ground.

all throughout his forty-six years alone near tau ceti on his ship, all rocky could think about — save for his deceased eridian allies, because how could he ever forget them? — was his mate. he never thought he would see them again, so when he ended up back on erid, one of the first things he did was track down adrian. now that he was by their side again, he was the happiest eridian there could ever be.

"rocky love rocky mate. love love love," he rambled in eridian, loudly professing his undying adoration for adrian. he then began to recall their name in the melodic tones. it was his very favorite sound, adrian's eridian name. he took little steps to close the gap further, pressing his own carapace a bit harder against theirs. "adrian best mate. never want to lose. never never never lose. would make rocky sad. sad like grace sad, become leaky space blob like grace." he raised one leg up and extended his three digits out, resting his little hand against one of adrian's appendages. they were close, but for rocky it wasn't enough; nothing could ever be enough when it came to adrian. "no want to become leaky space blob. is disgust."

#rockscng #oh my god shut up I love them so much #this is so cute

ask thread || boop

Talking about feelings was not a trait exclusive to humans. Eridians had something similar, where they would sing their woes and discomforts to those closest to them. In his younger years, he had listened and in turn spoken, to his siblings. Eridian’s would lay eggs in clutches of five, and survival rates were usually good. So they were a family of five. But when he was older and met Adrian, his mate became the one to listen to him when he had worries about anything. And now he had Grace. “Rocky miss…home.” He admitted slowly, tracing a digit in lazy circles against his xenonite ball. “Miss mate. Miss family.”

Eridians may not have had faces, but they certainly had body language. Over his time with Rocky, Grace had learned to read him, and the way his carapace was currently tipped downward was a clear indication that the Eridian was feeling pretty gloomy. "Oh-" His heart ached with sympathetic pain. He reached out to put a hand on Rocky's ball. It was a lame gesture, but it was all he had. Grace himself had no one back home, really. No one except his kids, but they would all be grown up by now. If they- No! No, not thinking about that. "What's your family like? Do you have siblings?"

#rockscng #c: grace