Howlite
Elle a crié en réponse à Mariy alors qu'elle essayait de trouver un endroit où atterrir. Elle a été faite un repaire quelques instants plus tard, quand l'un des réacteurs a pu être entendu exploser quelque part derrière eux.
Elle avait visé l'océan, mais ils l'ont dépassé de quelques kilomètres. Donc elle a cherché un lac, mais ils l'ont manqué aussi. Au bout du compte, le navire devait atterrir dans une tourbière. Elle espérait que ce serait suffisant.

Les ciels au-dessus du marais où illuminé comme le navire blessait vers le sol, comme le poing vengeur brûlant d'un dieu en colère il descendit, à peine manquant une formation rocheuse. Il plongea dans la boue sous un angle peu profond, perçant la rondelle avant de s'arrêter dans le cratère qu'elle avait créé, un sentier de destruction laissé dans son sillage. La zone environnante a ensuite été inondée par des morceaux brûlants de débris qui avaient brisé le navire pendant la rentrée.

À l'intérieur de Howlite, la liaison avec le navire est partie, il a rattrapé un peu, mais plus ou moins intact. Elle secoua la tête pour l'éclaircir, s'éloigna temporairement de son esprit les millions de problèmes que le navire lui criait dessus et souleva ses petits bras en triomphe.
"Wooo"! Embrasse-moi la gravité des fesses! Nous sommes vivants!
C'est à ce moment-là qu'elle a pris conscience de la plupart des problèmes plus locaux avec le navire, à savoir le fait qu'il était, dans les endroits, en feu et il y avait aussi un bijou intégré dans le plafond demandant une mise à jour du statut. Ah, c'est ça. Elle a traversé et systématiquement éteint toutes les alarmes, a obtenu les 2 drones restants pour commencer à mettre les feux à l'arrière du navire et a recueilli ses pensées avant de rapporter:
Statut du navire: Nous ne retirons jamais cette chose du sol à moins que nous ne trouvions des remplacements ou des composants pour fondamentalement tous les systèmes. L'antigravité est complètement frite, les 2 réacteurs principaux ont fondu vers le bas, la coque est pleine de trous, de communications, de navigation et de ftl ont été cuits avec les réacteurs. Fondamentalement, la seule chose qui nous reste est la puissance de réserve, c'est pourquoi les lumières sont toujours allumées et, remarquablement, tout ce qu'il y avait dans la soute à cargaison.
Elle a terminé, puis a ajouté nonchalamment.
Et je vais bien aussi.
Name if your gem goes by a different name: Owl, Core
Appearance: She wears black helmet with an opaque visor which she uses to protect here 2 large light sensitive vision. It effectively has 5 cameras in it, that all dulled to a light level suitable for her 2 owlish eyes. The visor has 5 marks indicating the location of the cameras and they are synced up with her own eyes state, resulting in 5 expressive elliptical shapes on the visor. The visor can also display images instead of the eye marks to allow others to see data she has or emote in more absurd ways (,,).
A collection of straps over her chest and back secure a metallic backpack which can extend 4 claw tipped limbs. At the front the straps link to a ringlike device around her gem which is located at the center of her chest. She wears a pair of white gloves, turquoise shorts and blue wee booties. Her skin is gray-white in color, her upper arms and lower legs are covered in random dark markings/patterns. Her pale blue hair features a braid that comes out of the back of her helmet. She is about the same a height as a ruby or limb enhancer-less peridot.



Powers:
Techno-Empathy II: She can link her mind with a device and ether operate it, read/write data at incredible speed or get an innate understanding of the device and what might be wrong with it. This only works through making contact with the device itself with her skin. The gloves stop her from interfacing with anything she touches and she can selectively activate link herself to devices using her additional limbs. This is done by making a wired connection from their extremities to her back.
Engineering II: capable of building and repairing gem tech level equipment so long as materials are available. This can be adapted to using earth tech if that is all which is available.
Items:
Weapon: Monkey wrench
BackPack: a small metal device on her back that features 4 extendable manipulator arms which end in 3 fingered claws. These are used either for climbing, transport or helping with work. The ending claws can mold themselves into variety of purposes that can be added to as needed. Currently these include welding torches, drills, circular saws, torches and light laser weapons. The arms can be combined to create larger versions of the end components or extend the limbs range(or sometimes both). Her Techno-Empathy works through these limbs if she wants it to.
Helmet: the visor on her helmet features 5 cameras that can provide ontop of normal darkened vision: thermal and night vision, flash suppression and a binocular function. The visor can also be used to display images or act like a flashlight. The helmet also contains a small computer and a bunch of memory for storing recordings and managing the camera/display systems.
These additional devices are practically a part of her due to being in constant contact with her skin.
Backstory: Howlites are a gem type created to work specifically with the ever increasing amount of homeworld automation. Their ability to interface with any piece of technology allows them to more easily diagnose problems with that device and then their engineering skills let them fix those problems. They can often be found on ships, either as pilots neurally plugged in pilots or as maintenance crews. This particular one is about 350 years old and currently acts as both for the vessel that has been sent to earth. She has experience in a lot of other postings over those 350 years as Howlites generally move around quite a lot, being sent wherever damage has or might occur. She is rather excited to have been trusted with her first job where she is the senior (and in this case only) Howlite working on a task.
Writing example: probably non canon
We see a forearm against a black background, crawling upon this arm are several small 8 legged things that a human might mistake for ticks or spiders. They might be rather disturbed that the owner of the arm had not tried to swat the intruders off of itself. The spiders appear to be clustered around a festering wound of some kind on the forearm of the limb, as if tearing into the flesh of a hapless victim.
As the scene pans in closure the odd coloring of the arm becomes more apparent and the spiders are shown to be 3 small humanoids with 4 extra metallic limbs extending from their backs with which they cling to the side of the ship. Accompanying them are a number of actual spidery looking machines all carrying boxes filled with various suplise. The 3 Howlites are diligently working on an area where some form of space debris has punched through the side of the ship while it was traveling through interstellar space near the former colony of earth. The team had just finished cooling of the site with foam, one shouts to the other two.
“We cooled it down enough on my side. I’m gonna investigate the obstruction”
A Howlite (that Steven might have) called busty, chesty, doc, papa smurf Core put her foam sprayer back on the cargo spider and then descended into the hole using her mechanical limbs, her visor lighting up the inside of the hole as she approached the foreign object. It appeared to have once consisted of a large dish of white material with a smaller metal part behind it that sported a bunch of stickin out antenna. Using a combination of sawing, melting and non regulation wrench smacking she began to remove the obstruction till she reached what appeared to be a storage compartment which gave her pause. It contained a bunch of gold plated disk that have instructions on how to read data of of them. While she really should dispose of them like the rest (they weren’t gem tech and where thus unimportant) she couldn’t help but wonder what was on them.
The instructions were easy to follow but needed air to transmit their sonic data, so she spent some time reading them all onto her helmet's internal memory. The results were fascinating, 90 minutes of pleasingly ordered sounds, images and sounds of an uncolonised world, what appeared to be 55 versions of the word hello and a description of the purpose of the disks. She had just begun analysing that last segment when the others grew confused by the lack of debris extraction and called down what was the trouble.
“What is taking so long”
Core excitedly ascended to the surface again now with the disks and handed them to them to (someone steven might call) Brains who was the eldest and incharge of the other two.
“So I was digging around and I found...”
She stopped as she saw Brains chucking the disks off into space after the rest of the obstructions material. The third Howlite, Cheek, was similarly uninterested in the odd devices and was rolling her eyes at core. Quite an impressive performance, as the marks indicating the location of her optics did a 360 spin while being rolled to indicate just how idiotic Cheek though Core was for doing this.
“Why did you” “I know you're new but you can't stop working just because you see something shiny, get back to it newborn” “But” “now!” “Yes. Of course. On it.”
The rest of the repairs went as standard, the obstruction was removed, wiring was resoldered/replaced and the hull sealed shut with new materials retrieved from the cargo spiders. It was as routine as ever but made slightly more interesting for Core by the soft rhythmic sounds she had read from the disks.