Humans

Wind

I awoke To the noise of sparking wires and the unmistakable smell of smoke. I pulled myself up using my aching muscles and began to look around. My first instinct was to check the "window" creatively placed on our ship by the Kitob. Outside the "window" I could see nothing but a road and plains. The road was seemingly perfectly straight, and the plains shot off in every other direction. We had "landed" the ship just beyond the road. It was a short walk away, but we were to stay put and wait for reinforcements.
I looked around for the others in a form of walking easily described by, "limply dragging my legs around". I first checked the central turret for Olop, and sure enough he was there, leaning his body against the turret with his back hunched forward and his hands supporting himself by pushing against his legs.
I tried to get his attention but he put up a single finger, a common human gesture for someone to wait to speak. Shortly after he transitioned his hand to his mouth when his whole body heaved forward. He straightened his back against the turret's entrance tube and exhaled before speaking.
"I was not ready for that." He commented renewing his previous position as he jetted forward.
"Screw this helmet." He complained as he struggled his helmet off and threw it beside himself.
"Olop, do you know where the others are?" I asked. Olop let out a large exhaled again before answering.
"Yeah I think I saw Tert walking back inside the control room as I got down from the turret." Olop informed me, I promptly thanked him and walked over to The control room.
I stumbled on a large piece of metal before regaining my balance. I temporarily braced myself against a wall to the right of the commanders chamber and looked out the "window" of our ship again. To my surprise I saw John in the field tapping his tablet, I decided to talk to Tert first. The automatic doors groaned and scraped as they opened, giving me a view inside the room.
I braced myself against the wall as I examined the room. Sure enough Tert was sitting in the "captain's seat", titled that even though none of us are really Captains of this ship. The walls which previously showed space now only fizzled with the vision of a field. While some of them didn't even bother to show anything but black. There was some debris on the floor, and most of the command stations seemed damaged.
"Just got off from a call with the prime Kapok, he's gonna be pulling us out of here any minute now." Tert informed me, not looking away from the few working command stations that demanded his attention. Though I was glad to be out of this exact situation, I figure the prime Kapok may relive us of our scanning duties. I decided to go see John, and get his opinion on this. also deciding not to bother Olop with this information, I took a right and stumbled toward the window.
I fumbled out of the ship, my armored legs scraping against a piece of jagged metal as I hopped down. My legs weren't really prepared for the jump and it took me awhile to stabilize myself. Eventually I did and continued to head towards John, he was sitting on his helmet with his arms outstretched either side of him. Once I reached him he stood up and spun to face me. It wasn't something you would see much, the face of your kin. With all of the space travel it was hardly advisable to take your helmet off.
Our helmets were designed to prevent paler skin, and anything that could affect our face or survival abilities without the helmet. After seeing more human faces than Kapok it almost looked unnatural. Our noticeable lack of neck, The black eyes, absence of hair. It was all rather off putting, even though it was me. Then he asked me a question, one That hadn't even crossed my mind.
"When was the last time you felt the wind?" John asked smiling, I was slightly taken back by the question so it took me awhile to answer. Our habitat didn't have wind, or much weather really.
"I can't recall." I honestly replied, he seemed to almost be made happier by this response.
"Take off your helmet." He said, I obliged. It seemed like everyone was doing it now.
I depressurized the helmet air hissing as I pulled it off. Instantly the air hit me, it felt wonderful, the was it pushed against me and cooled me. The noise it made as it pushed past my ears. I looked down to see all the grass being pulled over by the wind.
"It's wonderful isn't it." John said. When I looked back at him he had already turned to face the wind. I refocused, we needed to return to the habitat.
"Get your helmet back on we're going to need them." I explained as I picked up and reattached my helmet.
"You're no fun." John commented as he stood up and brushed off his helmet. He felt the wind one last time before putting it on. Then he began walking back to the ship.
Eventually we made it back to the ship and I sat down on the first crate I saw. I leaned against the wall and relaxed my legs.
"Olop, feeling better?" John said as he entered, coming in just behind me. I looked around for Olop and saw that he was leaning on the generator in front of me. Wearing his helmet again.
"Yeah got some fresh air, so when are we getting picked up?" Olop replied. Wait he got some fresh air? Did I just not notice? How long was I even out there?
"Should be a minute or two." Tert answered as he entered. Surprising me as he seemingly materialized to my right.
"Great, glad to be...." Olop was interrupted by an unmistakable noise.
I swiftly turned to look out the window and saw human news cars headed our direction. Olop cursed, as he swiftly brought up his tablet.
"Cloaking won't work our generators have been overcharged by the landing." Tert explained, unfortunately this did not stop Olop from trying. Despite the severity of the situation John looked quite excited.
"Can I talk to them?" John asked, practically jumping with joy where he stood.
"No." Tert and I answered in unison.
"But why?" John complained.
"It's not our job, there are people who have been trained there entire lives for that exact purpose. We're Not negotiators just learning about everyday life." Tert explained. Yet again Tert's explanations didn't help much. But John didn't do anything.
Before the reporters could reach us a beam of blue light surrounded our ship. It was clear what was happening. We were being teleported back to Habitat.