@wildfirefuckery liked this for an Alien Stix starter
Stix nervously watched through the round, convex window of his ship, knowing that he was approaching the alien ship soon, that soon it should be coming into view. The four digits on his hand tapping in a nervous pattern on the edge of the window as he pondered what would happen in the next few hours.
Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.
What was the alien going to be like, sound like, look like? Proximians had been able to decipher a way to hear Terran audio files, but they had yet to figure out a way to play their visual files. Their languages, vast and varied as they were, were mostly translated. Stix, in particular, was a fan of what they called rock music. It had been one of the few things keeping him sane on this solo trip.
It wouldn't have been so bad if his quantum communication array hadn't been destroyed by an errant space rock. At this point he'd lost track of the amount of cycles he'd been alone, trying to piece together a solution to the growing oxygen on the surface of Home. He had wondered if the Terrans had interpreted their signal as the distress signal it was? They were fairly certain the other planet had, as they had received an answer.
And he had hoped that the Proximian's own scientists had translated the Terran's answer correctly; coordinates for a meeting place. That was where Stix was on his way to now.
When his ship's sensors had picked up an object at those same coordinates on approach, Stix's excitement nearly overtook him and he had scrambled to confirm the readings. And now, he waited patiently as the time passed, looking out into the vast emptiness around, anticipating the other's ship appearance any moment...
Stix's gills fluttered with a long exhale as the alien craft finally came into view, and he felt a tingling sensation throughout himself as he realized he was the first Proximian to see an alien craft from another planet. It certainly looked nothing like what Stix imagined it to be, and nothing like the long and sleek ship he piloted. Yet there it was, traveling through space across massive distances from an entirely different system of planets, with an entirely different form of beings on it.
Stix scrambled back over to the console seat, bringing up the touchpad to write out a message and send it to the alien ship. But his slender digits paused and hovered over the pad, Stix tilting his head to the side and his leafy articulated ears pointing behind him as he contemplated what message to send. This was an important moment, after all, didn't it deserve something profound? But he couldn't think of anything, except for something simple and efficient, something to begin the conversation, the first conversation between interstellar species, as far as he knew.
Greetings, Terran Travelers. I am Stix.
