Valo stirred awake, his eyes opening slowly as if coming back from a trance. As his vision became clearer, the first thing he would see was Kalliope, though while it normally made him extremely happy, it was soon accompanied by a searing pain in... well, pretty much everywhere.

He winced, pushing himself up gently to sit up in the bed, every movement leading to sore aches and sharp pains. He couldn't remember much from before any of this... their ship had suddenly reached critical altitude, and he remembered warnings and sirens before everything went black. He took a look at his body, bandaged and bruised, before looking up at giving Kalliope a weak smile. From there, he looked around the room to see it was a place he couldn't recognize for the life of him, and if he had to guess, Kalliope wasn't any more knowledgeable than he.

"A-ah... Kal... do you know where we are?" He said, noting that it even hurt to talk. The room looked rather old-fashioned... ancient, even. There was water seemingly placed for them, but between the thick curtains on the window and the heavy looking door, it didn't seem the most inviting place to be. He would place a hand on Kalliope's gently, as if to reassure her, as he attempted to move the curtain to see if he could see out the window at all. Whatever was going on, he wanted to make sure she would be safe first and foremost.

Kal shook her head at Valo's question. She didn't know where they were any better than he did. 

She didn't take the opportunity to look outside when Valo had looked, but instead would be the first person to hear the door unlocking. She'd stand up straight, cautious, vigilant, under the uncertain circumstances, but the moment she'd gazed upon the alien boy, she was confronted with both great confusion, great fear, and great wonder. On one hand, she had trouble discerning what the boy was, and anyone's normal reaction would be to be afraid and alarmed at something they didn't understand. Kal was no exception. On the other hand, the boy seemed so endearing, and he put her worries at ease, in some odd way, that the fear and confusion was greatly negated. Things felt very surreal, almost like a dream, and she had to ponder very deeply on whether or not she was awake or if she was still passed out. Her heart was pounding hard enough for her to remember that this was somehow real.

She'd go to stand somewhere between Valo and the alien boy, watching the boy carefully but with kind, fascinated eyes as he poured two cups for them. His strange language granted her a sense of awe and wonder, and a peculiar curiosity was ignited within her.

Kal took both cups slowly, handing one to Valo while keeping her eyes trained on the boy. She didn't pay much attention to the cup itself yet, but instead knelt down in front of the boy and spoke. 

"My name's Kal," she placed a palm to her chest, to indicate she was speaking about herself. "Kal." she repeated, giving a sunny smile.

"Thank you," she gave a short bow of her head. She didn't quite know what she was thanking him for yet, aside from the water, but she felt it was appropriate considering both she and Valo were alive and well, and their host gave an air of bizarrely amicable charm. While she remained cautious due to the mysterious circumstance she'd been placed in, she no longer felt tense or afraid of the alien boy before her.

The boy giggled at the funny way these people sounded, but nodded as they said their names. "Kaaaaaal," he repeated, pointing at the woman. "Vaaalo?" he continued, pointing at the man. The names were far too close, he was bound to mix them up somehow. But he shrugged, and smiled, then placed his single hand to his chest. "Jilintor!" he said with the most massive of grins, proud of his name. The alien seemed excited to continue talking, but soon, a pounding sound could be heard from outside, on the front door. His eyes widened, and he swallowed a heavy knot in his throat.

"Puhee," Jilintor said, motioning to the two. He used his large hand to slide the window open, and then handed the two their belongings. He then quickly dashed to a closet, pulling out two cloaks - massive for humans, as they were meant for the boy's race, which seemed to be quite larger. With that, he looked to them, fear in his eyes. "Peeshuwuu!" he whispered, but with a tone that implied he'd yell if he could. Frantically, he pointed to the window with his stub of a right arm, and left the room. The two would only hear the sound of dragging wood, before alien chatter continued.

Shouting could be heard from the other room, the boy's voice and three other, unfamiliar ones. They were speaking a different language than the one the boy just had been, it seemed. Things were crashing, being thrown around, based on the sounds - the boy was protesting, as well. Suddenly, a loud BANG! could be heard, and the boy's voice was no more. The thrashing and ransacking of the building, however, continued.

Valo smiled as the alien attempted to say their names, and he then proceeded- at least Valo assumed- to introduce himself.

""Jilintor..." Valo repeated after both Jilintor and Kalliope did. It was a unique, fanciful name. At the same time, it was exactly what he assumed an alien name would be. He guessed comic books and other media weren't too far off. On the other hand, he was glad this guy's name wasn't something like GERGOLONGOTH, DESTROYER OF WORLDS or anything to that effect.

It seemed, unfortunately, that not everything was as peaceful as Jilintor. A loud pounding could be heard, and their alien caretaker soon looked grim. He proceeded to hand them their things, and Valo worriedly stood up from the bed as he began to get dressed and geared up. The sounds in the other room soon escalated, and a loud BANG! could be heard before he no longer heard Jilintor's voice, and his heart sank.

He looked at Kalliope, worried, and she did exactly what he knew she would do. "Kal, wait! What if they're looking for us?" He called out after her, but he knew once her mind was set, there was no changing it. He grit his teeth and hurried out after her, ready to engage in whatever potential hostiles were on the other side. He hoped Jilintor was okay, but regardless of the circumstances, his first priority was Kalliope's safety.

Kalliope was momentarily stunned as she saw that her way was blocked. This was... not part of her plan. She put a hand to the wooden structure, weighing her current options as the voices on the other side grew more aggressive. She backed away cautiously.

"They likely are... but we haven't committed any heinous acts against anyone here..." she trailed off, glancing between the door and the window. She didn't want Jilintor to suffer for helping them, but she also acknowledged that running head first into what was possibly a violent death would go against all the boy had done for them. She couldn't leave him to deal with whatever was going on alone, though, especially if he was the one who saved their lives. Kal owed a great debt to this boy, but her hands were tied on how to help him, if she even could. Maybe this threat was too dangerous for Kal and Valo to handle.

She noticed then that Valo had gotten changed into his gear, and Kal figured it'd be wise to do the same within the brief time they had to formulate a plan. She got changed into the gear she assumed she'd been wearing before she was injured, doing so with practiced speed and precision. She winced at the pain in her limbs, and paid better heed to the fact that she was till aching all over, trying her best not to disturb the bandages, either.

Kal found a first aid satchel near where her belongings had been kept, and recognized the Initiative's emblem stitched into the corner. She must've grabbed it before they knocked out, but she couldn't remember why. It had pretty standard stuff inside it, along with a few bottles of her own medication, but everything seemed haphazardly tossed in, as though it were done in a hurry. Nevertheless, she felt blessed now that she had it, and she put it on over her shoulder, tightening the strap a bit in case she and Valo had to sprint. It wouldn't do to have the satchel flying off her while they were running away from whatever-- whoever-- was looking for them. She then put on the cloak, but knew it would probably be too heavy and would just hinder her movement in the end. Still, she'd wear it for now. She could always ditch it later if she needed to.

She turned her attention back to more pressing matters, having formulated a plan which seemed like a viable solution.

"I believe I have a plan," she spoke, once again moving to escape through the window, but turning to look at Valo. "We sneak to the main entrance whilst the hostiles are unaware we've left, we catch them by surprise, and if Lady Luck looks favorably upon us, we can save our little green friend without sustaining further injury. Sound good?"

It wasn't a very sound plan, but it was all she could think of with the limited time they had. She'd then proceed to leave through the window, unsure of what quite to expect outside. If left unhindered and undeterred, she'd quietly move to wherever the entrance of the building was, cautious as to not alert the enemies, and keeping a watchful eye out for anything that might prove useful as an escape route should they need to run.

They had to move quickly, as the moment they both left the window, they could hear the shelf blocking the doorway be broken apart. Wood splintered in every direction as it seemed to violently explode, the sound shocking the passersby. Those surrounding Valo and Kalliope looked to them curiously, but made no aggressive moments in the slightest. Instead, one boy stepped forward and lifted a hand out of his cloak - a hand similar to Jilintor's, with three large fingers - and pulled Kalliope's hood up so it covered more of her face.

"Setuhee," the boy said quietly. "Jilintorna papasahee?" He was quiet, clearly inquisitive, but before he could do anything else he was pulled away by his parents. As he was, however, he tried to sneak a small sack into Kalliope's hand. If she'd take it, she'd find it was filled with a handful of strange coins - likely money in this area.

Valo's doppelganger would get to the front in time to see several guards clad in the same armor, but with vastly different body types. Some stood tall enough that their shoulders brushed against the ceiling, others only barely four feet tall. Standing over Jilintor's body was one who was different from the others, about six feet in height. A man of great, and imposing stature, and a strange gun of sorts that did not seem to match the armor he was clad in.

Jilintor stayed on the floor, face down, chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. He was bleeding somewhere, but Valo could not tell where from this position. When Valo's doppelganger made its attack, the man with the gun turned and instinctively fired at it. A bolt of pure blue energy would rip from the barrel, distorting the air around it as it aimed for the doppelganger's leg.

"Kad res!" the man shouted, and the majority of the guards inside moved to go and chase. The leader, however, would pick Jilintor up by his robe and put the child over his shoulder. Muttering something in his foreign language, he began to walk in the opposite direction.