4-31-4232
This is the first entry in my travel log. I suppose I should introduce myself, I am Edard Howird probably better known by my pen name Lord Cecil Voidwood.
While sales have been good, my publicist insisted that I try to expand my brand’s horizons with different scenarios, settings, and species. To this end, they’ve sent me off to visit some other planets to get experience beyond what I would get on my own world and like an idiot I agreed. Fun fact did you know that 0.002% of humans become violently ill during the transition between real space and N-space, and guess who turns out to be part of that 0.002%. Apparently, the same effect usually happens on the reentry into real space, fun. Luckily it only seems to be an issue going in and out because if it persisted I’d miss the view out of the ship which is beautiful, the colors rippling and shifting across the protective field. Not much I need to do during the trip so I’ll probably spend at least some time just enjoying the view.
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5-7-4232
Alright, so I’ve been on Anduva for a few days now but haven’t been able to continue my journal for a bit.
So let’s try to get caught up. Tried some nausea medication before leaving N-space, made the vomit a lovely shade of pink. Arrived on the planet and met my host an Arborotans whose name is literally unpronounceable but is fine with me referring to him as simply Host, turns out he is a fan of my work which admittedly was a surprise given his species’ anatomy but good to hear. Also turns out I'm one of the rare humans who has a reaction to the local bugs, yay. Luckily Host knew a plant that could help with it, unluckily it was a ways away so I’ve spent the last few days laying on the floor of my borrowed room moaning in discomfort and pain. And after he returned and my reaction calmed down enough I went for a walk and learned about some of the local nonsentient flora, including a bush that threw a thorn at me the length of my arm which was left over from when the people who built the spaceport my room is in tried to colonize the planet.
Beautiful plant, but I’m going to take extra precautions to pay attention to where Host says to be careful of.
Also met some fauna that was closer to the port than expected. Not friendly fauna, my gun that had saved me many times on my world probably would have only tickled the beast. Luckily I learned to be very very very thankful that Host likes me because he simply brought a branch down directly onto the beast’s head concussing it enough to then break its neck. I’ve written enough scenes of someone's rippling muscles that it was actually kinda odd to see no real movement under his bark as he casually hefted the creature up into his branches so he could carry it to somewhere that could use the nutrients. Again I’m very thankful that Host likes me.
Now I'm sitting here in my room listening to the Arborotans bellow back and forth to each other, the sound reminds me of recordings of massive creatures supposedly native to earth known as whales, at first I found it haunting and eerie but now, now it is quite beautiful, though I've yet to get used to it enough to easily fall asleep, especially with some of the bellows from particularly large individuals rattling the walls of the room. Thank Alu they get less active at night.
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5-15-4232
So after a few days of being shown some incredible plants and animals, most of which were interesting in nondangerous ways, it is almost time to head out but before that, I saw something I had to write down.
So you know how the Anduvan jungle skylines are sporadically broken up by truly massive trees? like skyscrapers of wood and leaves? Well, I got a reminder that they are alive and arborotans.
So I was hanging out with Host when the thrum of an engine started up and this ship slipped above the trees overhead. Host stomped forward and let out a loud bellow that probably could be heard for miles, I've never seen him move so angrily.
I asked him what was going on and he signs that they were poachers who probably came to steal from the arborotans.
Anyway this bellow is repeated around, other arborotans spreading the news when one of these giant trees that I've sorta zoned out as part of the background suddenly lashes out and grabs the ship from the air. It's hard to get a proper scale at the distance but from what I could guess the ship wasn't that small and this great-grandfather, as Host later told me they were called, held it in one hand. Even from this distance, I could see faint trails of smoke where the engines burned against his bark, the engines were running so strongly. This titan of wood then brought the ship before the structure I've come to recognize to be an arborotan's face and suddenly a noise, well noise is the best way I could describe it, bellowed out. The "sound" was powerful and deep enough that I couldn’t really hear it, but I certainly felt it even from the great distance between me and him, I can still see the bruising from where the shockwave burst capillaries throughout my skin. I can only imagine how it would affect someone as close as the ship.
Suffice to say it seems the ship's engines shut off before the great-grandfather dropped it to the ground below. I was too far to hear it hit the ground but I doubt that the ship survived the fall.
Host says I should feel greatly honored since it is so rare to see a great-grandfather move. While I do feel honored, it is hard to deny that I can't wait to get some treatment to restore my hearing because while I know Universal Standard Sign, I do prefer verbal communication.
