Taken to the village

You feel something yank your head, forcefully pulling it from side to side. Your head is still pounding from the blow earlier. What ever the thing is, it seems to be examining you; it moves down, forcing your arm to open. However, they are still tied at the wrist, forcing only your elbow to open up. The rain is still pouring down; drenching you.

"Ow," you involuntarily say as the rough treatment forces you awake.

"Wehren is awoke," the rough voice says.

You open your eyes; kneeling before you is an older man's face; his hair a stark white, with some thinning on the top. A beard is going down to his mid-chest, his skin old and tan; almost like leather. His eyes, an amber color.

"Wehren, wend did du kamin mul?" The elder asks, his voice is old and weathered.

"Uhh," you don't know what to say.

"Da shi," a high pitched voice says, the same one that was on the beach.

You look over and see a woman; she must be no more than in her late teens. Her skin tone seems similar to that of the elder in front of you; however, it is far softer looking, more akin to silk than leather. Her eyes are also a similar amber color; with her hair being a shade between brown and red. Her hair flows down to her waist; where it meets her broad hips. She is quite healthy-looking; while not muscle-bound, she is no slouch. Finally, against your better judgment, go to check out her breasts; pleasantly surprised, they seem to be around a C-Cup. Clothed by a simple tunic ending around the mid-thigh; the red fabric itself has been pinned to be bit form-fitting; the whole ensemble is slightly see through due to the rain.

"Mara!" the other voice you heard earlier, yell out.

Turning towards the voice, you are shocked to see the same figure, twice. Her physical features remain roughly the same as the other one. However, one difference jumps out at you; she has a large scar running down the side of her face.

"Wehren, wend did du kamin mul?" He asks again.

"Uhh, space? The sky?" You tell him; guessing that he is asking where you came from.

While you want to tell him specifics, you don't even know where you are. You don't even know where your colony could possibly be. This is first contact, you think to yourself, you're in great danger right now.

"da sky?" The older man asks you feel something sharp touch your throat.

"YES, yes," You exclaim, moving your head back.

The sky opens up as a bright flash of light, lighting up the area around you. You seem to be sat in the middle of some village; each house made out of wood and straw. They are elevated slightly off the ground. You brace yourself to be hit, you even jump slightly as the thunder crashes around you; but it never comes.

"Wehren kamin mul da sky, like da staryy," The man says, standing back up.

You look at him; while his skin shows his age, the body underneath does not. The main is quite huge, with strong defined muscles, and a sturdy looking form.

"Tomo pita here," the man continues, "giv pita food."

"Il tori car of pita," the young woman says; the one without the scar, you think her name is Mara.

"Where is Haruka?" You ask.

"Da nuri?" The elder turns to you asking.

"Uhh, yes..." you respond, I think that is right.

"Da nuri, duy nurn?" He asks, looking down towards your lower regions.

"Yes," you respond, unsure of what you agreed to.

He looks puzzled, then finally responds, "Mira, Mara, yil tori da wehren yiqi, giv dem food."