"Ok. So I'm not on my planet anymore. Can you please loosen these straps now, and then send me home?" you ask, trying to sound as sincere as possible, though you know that it isn't exactly working. As unsurprised as you are at their appearance, they seem to be very surprised about your's.
"Can you believe this? I thought humans were extinct!" comments one of the more colorful avians out of the side of his mou-er beak to one that you believe to be a raven. The raven nods and whipsers something back, but you can't quite make out what it is when a more dominating presence pulls you away from them, namely a presence belonging to a condor, or something like that.
"Who are you human, and more importantly where are you from?" she asks in a voice that commands your obedience and respect, a leader's voice.
"My name, feather head, is Corrin Markus, and I'm from the Outreach galaxy, sector Tango India Foxtrot, System name Garcon with a blue type L3 star, 7th planetary body out, named Exion," you tell her, trying to sound just as mean. Considering you're tied to a chair in a room of creatures that could probably kill you at a moment's notice, maybe not the best idea, but you feel like you need to establish some strength for yourself. The female, or so you assume from her voice, doesn't seemed shocked at all by your aggression, though some of the others recoil from you as you stare into her eyes in an ancient contest of wills. One which ends in a mutual draw as you back away from each other. How does the avian woman react?
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