Ospkii II
“With Humanity and Ospkii arm in wing they journeyed out into the stardust seas. The Ospkii taught Humanity to work together and Humanity taught Ospkii how to war.” A phone is lifted off a console, a menagerie of blinking lights, levers and screens littering the interface in a methodical yet chaotic pattern. The phone is pointed forward to a planet of almost teal seas and white lands of snow and mountains, mostly cloud free for the minute. “Meet the second species in space the two met, Wupine. A canid species akin to wolves, bipedal in all their furry glory.” There’s a small snort to the right. “A war lasting an entire month over a trivial spice planet.”
One of the screens light up, displaying a silvery wolf man, a Wupine in jumpsuit and the most bored expression a wolf could muster. “Planet Terra here, permission to scan?” He idly looked up at the presumed camera, eyes flicking from Harris to Sueary.
“This is the H.T.V Meteo,” Sueary quickly replies, her beak entering the frame, “permission granted, no additional cargo aside from detailed.” The Wupine idly taps a button, then notices the phone in hand, he straightens up and blinks away sleep, shifting to a professional demeanour, much to the two’s amusement.
“Everything is in order, Meteo. Autopilot being set to hanger 4.9. Enjoy your stay.” With that the screen goes blank, Harris panning to Sueary.
“With the three as trading partners, a simple question was asked, Sueary?” She rolls her eyes at the camera, her best attempt at a smirk on her beak.
“Put away the phone, Harris. It’s been five human months and six ospkii months, I have to know if Wupine among the Stars has received a season four!”
Harris chuckles, pulling the phone away from her talons. “The question being, ‘is Wupine fiction better than our own? Answer, absolutely not. Wupine among the Stars is trashy paranormal bromance.”
“You take that back!” With her hopping out of the seat at him, the video ended with Harris screaming in pretend fear.
"Just one hundred years ago Humanity reached the stars, unsure what to expect. Enemies, friends, nothing? Yet we did not expect to meet our











