She wondered if she did good. No, that was a lie. She knew she did good. She always did good. She couldn’t have not done good if she tried. It’s just how things were.
“Lof was a metropolis, uh, you know the type where the whole planet is covered in a single city?” Qin asked not expecting any reply more than a nod of acknowledgment from his companions. “Well, anyway, it was one of those.”
Juub shifted easily in her chair. As a Kerrlu, all her shifting was easy, her sole limb rotating smoothly around the perfect circumference of her body as required.
Midalyn stepped out onto the dock, her whiskers vibrating with excitement.
A real life space station, she thought to herself. I'm here. Her eyes stared out brightly at the buzz of activity around her.
Even in a galaxy of technological marvels, Kara had to admit that the Tholospharium was a feat of engineering. From the pilot’s seat it appeared before her, a simply colossal space station which spanned the length of a small moon.
Ulfie scurried on barefeet, her head down, weaving between the sea of legs, tails, ooze trails, and gaseous shapes which was the world before her. On some level, she logically knew that the labyrinth of limbs she was making her way through were attached to individual people bustling to and fro but it wasn’t something she was conscious of.
The elevator hummed. A high-pitched humming closer to screeching that only seemed to get higher as the elevator ascended up the Zeppulian. Qin was on his way to the teleporter room from the engine room. He received a call from Zo that he and Kara were ready to be transpirated up with one more.
Hover-polo wasn’t a sport that anyone who didn’t play hover-polo gave much thought to. Few could say why exactly they had no interest but it might have had something to do with the overly complex rules which governed the sport that were more than a little off-putting to the uninitiated.
The Interplanetary Tourism Bureau headquarters were located in Otto District, a bustling suburb in the heart of Dessa, the capital city of Qwark. Compared to the grand capital cities found on other planets within the Arbeth sector Dessa was plain.
Qin sat idly on his chair in the command bridge. Well, the chair he had claimed for his own. No one had expressedly told him it wasn’t his chair when he sat in it and no one else sat in it after he started sitting in it, so that made it his by the divine right of callsies.
Zo looked round at who had spoken. While their words sounded harsh in his ears, they were words he understood. One of the great mysteries of the universe was how each and every species on the multitude of planets contained within the galaxy had somehow developed the same language with the same alphabet and largely the same colloquialisms. A language called Lingage.
Space is death. An empty nothingness wherein nothing can survive if exposed. Most beings exposed to the cold vacuum of that nothingness begin to bloat without any atmospheric pressure to keep the water in their bodies in a liquid state.
The elevator scrunched to a stop, bouncing Qin and Bor. Well, mostly Qin. Bor rolled with the bounce, his feet planted firmly as his body moved fluidly as the elevator floor jiggled violently. And then the doors opened viciously to a heated argument already in progress.
Qin picked himself off the elastic elevator floor. He wondered if he would meet someone new each time he went exploring the ship. It had happened the past two times and he didn’t want to start a trend although he did like meeting new people.
Gorloth was a large terrestrial planet in the Arbeth sector. It was a well-regarded planet as far as planets are regarded, not a thriving galactic thoroughfare or economic powerhouse, but well-regarded nonetheless. It was a grey planet. At least so it looked from space.
Qin was happy to be out of the command bridge. But then Qin was happy to do most things. It was one of his quirks and the one which urked Zo the most. Not that Zo needed any more urking right now. He hadn’t taken to Kara all that well.
Dar’leth clicked his fingers rhythmically on the armrest of his captain’s chair, marking time authoritatively. Things tended to appear more authoritative when sitting in a captain’s chair, even if they were perfectly mundane. It was one of the reasons Dar’leth had so desperately worked his way up to captain.
He was not one who minced his words. Nor was he one given to overly verbose statements. No, his words were always succinct and to the point, his orders always clear. He surveyed the docking platform with a severe intensity as though looking for something that was no longer there. Which he was. He was looking for the Zeppulian.
She arrived one day. She wasn’t there the day before or the day after but she was then there one day. Unannounced of course. Nothing ever announced her arrival, nor could it. That was unheard of and probably impossible. Although her arrival was never announced it was always noticed.
Ylenol was an isolated planet which kept to itself. It could be found within the Arbeth system if one was inclined to find it although few people were. Not that there was anything wrong with Ylenol, it was a perfectly fine planet. Just isolated and out of the way.