▻ the jungle

@❀ (n) lee hoseok Minho thought he was a pretty good fighter on the field. He was tall, a bit taller than the average humans but still human looking tall to say. He was well built and trained every single day. So finding his hand pinned against the drone in a fraction of seconds hurt his pride like the clap of a slap on his cheek, even without bearing the space general insigna. Minho frowned, watching his phaser slide away to a pile of scrapes but getting it back was out of question. His eyes travelled up to the assailant's face, widening slightly at the sight of large fluffy baby pink ears concealed by equally pink hair. The man was as dangerous as pretty, and Earth school books could never come close enough to define how a close contact to a Nivian felt. Beside the fear of getting captured, his shuttle and remains adding up to the scrapes of this cargo deck, Minho breathed out calmly, considering his options. To his unerstanding, Nivians had a primal culture of war. They were pretty beings with animal features and basic needs until they had to develop survival instincts to extra-Nesfervi armies threatening to colonize their planet. It didn't mean he should underestimate the owner of the ship, but he could get out of this alive. He just had to play his cards right and stripped off a physical or weapon advantage, all he had left were his words. Luckily, the Space cadet academy tought that to know your enemy, you had to master their language and culture; Nivian being their biggest threat to obtaining the planet Humans needed, he could manage.

"I wasn't going to use that any way. I'm here to retrieve the drone. If it's war I wanted, I'd have come here firing at sight." he said, speaking just fluently, and trying to wiggle off the stranger's grip. "I know the rules of scrapers: first come first served. But I may be able to interest you in a more valuable tech maybe?" And saying this, Minho implied this Nivian wouldn't mind the wars and would only think of the price of a tech or another. Capitalism as well, was new to Nesfervi the academy taught the cadets. He had to at least try it out.
" I'm speaking weapons, shields for your ship. Anything." He offered, eyes on a struggle between looking into the pretty orbs and glancing at the fluffy ears he was tempted to attribute to a bunny. Well no matter how collected he seemed, Minho knew he was at that Bunny's mercy. The grease marking the other's bare arms attracted his attention, his strength inferiority obvious in this configuration. Now, the densely humid air might have influenced the Space General's perception over his little time on Nesfervi, but he decided he had to make this Nivian his ally while occulting his real rank in the army if he wanted to get back to the space base without having to call for help. Because that was a possiblity, but it would only be a bigger shame for him to need rescue from his own secret clean up mission. He nodded in the direction of the computer that was connected to the hard drive he so direly needed: "I have a better computer than yours, are you interested in a swap."

@❀ (hg) choi minho As soon as his ship touched down in the endless expanse of jungle in which he'd spent his childhood roaming, Hoseok didn't wasn't any time smacking his hand down on the large button that caused the cargo bay doors to swing open and invited the humid climate of his homeworld to fill the ship which had grown stagnant with its closed system ventilation. The homesick pilot welcomed the smell of damp dirt and foliage that overwhelmed his senses and brought with it a sense of belonging that he couldn't shake. As much as he wanted to explore, there was always a special place in his heart for the planet he grew up on and his people. It was for that reason that Wonho was glad that it had been quite a few cycles since he had been in range of Nesfervi's system, since the urge to return would be too great if there was less distance.

As eager as he was to return to see his family and restock with all the homemade foods he'd missed during his travels, he'd picked up a strange signal when he'd descended into the planet's atmosphere. There were many things his people were known for, but fancy technology was not one of them. Needless to say, it was suspicious and delaying his reunion to investigate had proven worth it when he'd discovered a downed drone. He wouldn't put it passed the humans or their mechanical monstrosities to spy on his people... Simply scrapping the thing wouldn't do. He needed to make sure any information it had didn't get into the wrong hands. That being said, he was sure that the owner of the drone would attempt to make sure the same thing didn't come to pass.

ping the upper portion of his flight suit so it hung around his waist and left his arms free to work, the large male set about removing the hard drive first and plugged it up to his ship's computer to begin breaking through the code. There was still plenty of dismembering to do while it analyzed - primarily disabling the remote tracking system to make locating it even harder. Grease was smeared all up along the pale skin of his arms as he bounced between tinkering and checking on the computer's slow progress... Time began to gradually slip away, the sunlight streaming through the tree branches and illuminating different parts of the vast forest. That was when he noticed it... A strange shadow among the trees.

Pretending like nothing was wrong, the Nivian sauntered back to the cockpit, the stomp of his combat boots echoing his retreat. Once back there, though, he slipped them off to keep his steps silent as he waited to see just how daring the lurking cretin would be. He certainly didn't expect to find him with his hands on his prize, evidently trying to procure what Wonho had already claimed for himself. He peered down at the trespasser, his long ears pressed back from where they stuck out of his strawberry blonde locks. Though not the tallest of his kind, Hoseok still towered at an impressive 6'8 and was usually a foot taller than the average human male. Which meant he wasn't exactly good at hide and seek. He saw the retaliation coming and moved to try to slam his assailant's hand back against the drone to hopefully knock the phaser out of his grasp.

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@❀ (n) lee hoseok The echoing wave of his radar is still, and so is his shuttle, in the luxurious jungle of Nesfervi. This place is as beautifully immense as deadly, humans learnt it to their own expense. But he has a goal and he hopes the drone hasn't /made friends/ on the ground already.
A general usually doesn't go on missions of the kind because there are expendables for such tasks. But Minho was once the best officer for such stealth missions on enemy grounds. Still, the only reason he rid himself of his General attire was because he had taken the liberty of spying a Nivian area he suspected hid army arsenal. No one wasto know about his drone, either in his hierarchy or on Nesfervi. And it went all fine for days until the drone encountered technical issues that made it land. Now that was a high danger to his secret spying. The beacon on his trasmitter helped Minho navigating the jungle to discover a ship camouflaged so well under the giant trees his own shuttle was blind to it.
Heinstantly his behind a tree,phaser drawn, controlling his breath to assess the situation to the best of his ability. The cargo gate was open and the drone was inside of it. From his angle, there seemed to be no one but Minho knew that was impossible; he was either seen already or expected. Still heran into what looked like a trap because if he didn't retrieve the Earth Tech, a diplomatical incident would happen and the war could be forced on their disorganized forces by the end of the day.
He started clicking on the device to deviate its control to his transmitter, clickingquickling but the manoeuver failed again and again until he abandoned, deciding to remove the hard drive. When he clicked for it,the drone signalled it was already removedand that was when Minho felt a presence. He turned around slowly, phaser aiming straight before him to kill on sight.