Geryuganshoop would always ask how it was and if he was good enough for you.
He loves being praised while one of his tentacles stay on your side.
B= Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
He basically loves every parts of himself but if he had to chose Geryuganshoop would take his intelligence or power (he doesn't care if it's not a body part, everything is perfect to him).
As for you it would be your uniqueness, the thing that make you stand out the most.
C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He would prefer finishing inside instead of outside because as strange as it can be he gets a bit shy if you want him to cum on you.
D= Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He would love restraining you in his tentacles while you're taking everything he does to you and it involve having all of your entrances used at the same time (with your consent previously asked).
E= experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
Geryuganshoop is quite difficult and will only do the honor of giving himself to someone as great as him.
So he has no experiences but still know what to do.
F= Favorite Position (this goes without saying)
Full Nelson and ekiben.
G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)
Geryuganshoop will be more serious than humorous but you can sometime expect it from him.
H= Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)
As an extraterrestrial octopus he has no body hair.
His body is all smooth.
I= intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Geryuganshoop can be quite romantic, whispering sweet nothing and sensually caressing you while making sure that you are getting pleasure as much as he does.
J= Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
He would very rarely do it, his duties are more interesting to him.
K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bondage (mostly shibari).
Praise kink.
L= Location (favorite places do to the do)
Your shared bedroom or just a bedroom.
He don't want the crew or Lord Boros to catch him in the middle of the action.
M = Motivation (what turns them on? Gets them going?)
When you tell him how much he is perfect and the best.
He loves when you beg for him to have his way with you and how only him can make you feel good.
N= No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Any super dirty, too much degrading or extreme things.
O= Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)
He likes both without any preference but looking at you while sucking one of his tentacles is a huge turn on.
He appreaciate a lot when you are doing a 69 though.
P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Slow and sensual, he will go rougher if you tell him to.
Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc...)
Not a fan of quickie, Geryuganshoop prefer taking his time but if you really need one he is up for it.
R= Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risk?)
He would try new things but risky ones?
Nope, he is quite careful (and too afraid it may go wrong).
S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can last for 3 rounds and give you even more if you need with his tentacles.
But one will be enough for him.
T= Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Geryuganshoop is not the type to own toys however if you own some he is ready to use them on you.
And if none of you own some he is not against the idea, (but he would prove to you that you don't need it).
U= Unfair (how much they like to tease?)
Geryuganshoop isn't the type to tease, he will give you what you want.
However if he feel a little bold he would tease you but very slightly.
V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make?)
He is not very vocal at all but you will hear soft low sighs and a few low moans too.
W= Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)
He loves when you give his tentacles soft kisses and praise him, telling him how great he is.
X= X-Ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Geryuganshoop is 22 feet tall so his tentacles are clearly more than enough when it comes to size.
Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Quite low but once he is in the mood you will have a lot of fun.
If you refuse he will go as far as begging you and asking if he did something wrong.
Z= Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Geryuganshoop will mostly watch you until you fall asleep in his tentacles before falling asleep too.
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💌 Who Are You?...💌 (??? Co-Worker X Plus Size Female Reader) Part One
Another day, Another night of missing him. Despite the fact that the photo slightly hung crooked on the wall, Y/n couldn't bring up the courage to move from it.
It brought up cherished memories that happened in her home, The warmth from remembering those moments made Y/n smile but most importantly one memory always seemed to make her cry....the last few moments of seeing her boyfriend for the last time.
Sure, She and Ethan had hit some rough bumps in their relationship by the time he disappeared, Ethan lying to her about mysterious new contacts on his phone, The group chat he had started with his buddies disrespecting her behind her back, Her purse with paychecks from her job disappearing, Coincidentally at the same time he had bought a new video game or a 6 pack of beer.
At the start of their relationship, He had been the perfect gentleman but now thinking back on the past, Y/n now realised...He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
She walked past the frame, Shaking away the bad memories before locking the door and started the short drive to work, Feeling better after turning on the radio and humming along to the catchy tune playing.
After parking as close as she could to the security booth, Y/n stepped inside and started the process of getting ready for the night by setting up the two monitors in the small booth.
One that had the names and license plates for every employee that was stationed for the night and the other monitor showed the various CCTV cameras around the building.
She couldn’t help but wonder what was inside the building that required only a few employees working odd shifts at night.
The B.E.Y.O.N.D project had been working in a small sector in the city before moving to an abandoned factory and claiming ownership within a couple of weeks.
They had a press conference, Announcing that they were moving forward with ideas that were 100% guaranteed to change the world but Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought of it, It took a lot of effort to change the world but one month?…No chance.
Y/n sat down on her chair, Putting on a smile as the employees scheduled for the night made their way towards her little booth. Some of the workers were nice and patient with Y/n, Understanding that she was just doing her job to keep the company safe, Others threatened to report her to management.
But one person always made her smile as she heard the familiar knocking on the window, Holding up a cup as he entered the booth, Smiling down at her.
"Got your favourite darling, Flat white with chocolate sprinkles" Vincent may have started a few months ago but he always stopped by her booth to spent what few breaks he had beside her. He always made sure Y/n was well to what other workers described as 'stalkerish'.
She couldn't have asked for a better friend, Asking for advice and having a shoulder to cry on whenever Y/n thought about Ethan leaving her. Vincent always helped her out no matter the time or even if he wasn't supposed to be on break.
"Thank you Vincent!, You always seem to appear whenever I need a coffee, Are you sure you're not psychic?", Smiling as she heard him laugh, Having a seat beside her.
"We've been over this, I just have special skills that allow me to help you out" Unaware of the smirk he had as she took a sip of the coffee, Licking a sprinkle from the corner of her mouth as she placed the cup on the table.
"What would I ever do without yooou...." She soon felt dizzy as she quickly placed her hands onto the desk, Struggling to keep her balance as Vincent rubbed her back, Trying to take slow deep breaths to try and get rid of the sickly feeling she was experiencing.
"Are you alright love?, Just keep taking deep breaths for me and everything will be alright" She listened to him, Feeling safe as his hand moved up and down her back....Why did she want his hands around her?
A large blast caused Y/n to be flung against the floor with several sirens started to ring, The windows of the booth shattered and glass covered the entire floor, Alongside all the car alarms going off repeatedly.
She tried to sit up but Y/n soon saw her vision start to fade, Feeling the urge to close her eyes as Vincent came over and picked her up delicately like a doll. “Rest your eyes my darling, Soon...All your troubles will fade away”
Y/n followed his command and started to close her eyes, Hearing two heartbeats coming from his chest but gave it no thought as she fell into a deep slumber.
🛸TimeSkip🛸
Y/n slowly started to wake up, Feeling strange before starting to remember what had happened. Y/n felt groggy as she started to open her eyes, Turning over before noticing something strange.
She wasn't in the security booth. She wasn't at home. Where was she?
The bedroom she was in was decorated elegantly with strange symbols engraved in a blue shimmer before turning her attention towards the door as she heard knocking before it opened.
“Good morning darling” Her eyes widened at the voice, Sitting up with a shock but what she saw wasn't Vincent. The 'creature' in front of her had golden eyes with no pupils, Dark blue skin with a tail that had a spade like-shape at the end of it. His smile seemed genuine to her as he approached Y/n, Taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
Only one thing was running through her head as 'Vincent' moved closer to her.
......"Who are you?"
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This is an old request where the reader wanted an alien like you see in old sci-fi.
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“I trust the preparations for your mission are ready K’utzar?”
“Yes sire. All needed materials are accounted for, and the ship has had a proper inspection. I will depart within the hour.”
“Good. You are dismissed. Good luck on your travels.”
“Thank you, sire.” They bowed before turning to make their leave.
The journey down the corridor to the docking bay was a quiet one. K’utzar being lost in thought and worry. It would be the first mission they even have gone on by themselves.
Wringing their hands they attempted to calm down. Everything would be fine right? It’s just a simple sediment and life information retrieval. A routine procedure. What’s the worst that can happen?
At the end of the corridor they place their palm on the scanner causing the doors to slide open revealing the massive room busy with the hustle and bustle of others working on their assigned duties. They catch a few knowing glances from those they pass. Everyone was nervous about their first solo mission. Knowing this gave K’utzar some comfort.
There it was, gleaming like a beacon in the dim sector of the bay. The place they would call home for the next twelve days. The ship was beautiful for a lack of better words. A light blue meshing with white the further you looked up to the nose. The structure, large enough to be a temporary living space as well as hold research materials, but not large enough to draw the attention of locals. K’utzar willed themselves to calm down as the nerves started rising again.
“Let's just get this over with” they said as they entered the open hatch and settled in their seat at the controls. With a firm grasp on the steering mechanism and a few switches being flipped they speak into the comm.
“G-491 ready for departure” they say as the ship whirrs to life, the interior lighting up making a soft glow cast over their grey complection.
“All clear. Proceed with take off” a voice crackled over the speakers. With that they took off out of the bay and on to their destination, a little planet in the Milky-Way. Earth.
With the coordinations set they relax a bit. The trip will take about twenty minutes, giving themselves some time to reflect.
“Everything will be alright” they mumble to themselves what they said earlier, glancing out at the stars whizzing past. “What’s the worst that can happen?”
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The sun almost fully set as you got your daily duties finished. You were spending the summer helping out on your grandparents farm while they were away on vacation. It was hard work, but thankfully, most of what you had to do was care for the animals, and keep the plants watered. Avery trailed behind you as you gathered up the tools to store them away in the small barn. Avery was your massive five year old sheepdog who was just a big sweetheart, so when she suddenly halted facing the small dense forest that surrounded the back of the barn with her fur standing erect and her lips drawn in a low growl, you were more than startled.
You whistle for her to come, thinking maybe she just saw a deer, but she didn’t budge. At this point the sky was a deep blue, making it hard to see anything other than what was illuminated by the lights of the barn. Grasping the pitchfork you stamp the handle and whistle once more calling for her. “Avery! Come on! We need to feed the chickens before we head to bed!”
A blinding light pierced through the dark foliage, bright and green in color. It made you drop your pitchfork as you tried to shield your eyes from the intensity of the beam. As sudden as it came it was gone, replaced with a soft glow emanating from far in the forest. A noise much like an air valve being released could be heard. With this Avery bolted in the direction of the light, her barks bouncing off the trees.
“Avery!” you yelled, gathering up your pitchfork and chasing after her. It must have just been another group of teenagers going in because of a dare. You’ve never seen her react this way before though. The light quickly got closer and you saw her standing there barking at the source. Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed upon a…..ship? You were astonished by its appearance. It was like nothing you had ever seen. The light seemed to be coming from inside of the strange vessel.
You swallowed thickly, mind quickly coming to the conclusion this had to be a prank. Whoever set this up had to still be nearby. You furrowed your eyebrows, upset with the situation they had put you in. “Avery heel!” you call to her. She obeys this time, coming to your side but with sharp eyes still fixed on the vessel.
“Whoever put this here needs to show themselves immediately! This is private property!” you demand tightly gripping the handle preparing yourself for the group of teens you always catch out here to come out. What you weren’t prepared for was a small figure to come out of the open hatch of the ship holding up two, three fingered hands. Shock shot through your body as you looked into abnormally large black eyes that were placed on the smooth grey skin that made up this creature's face. It looked like something straight out of a horror film.
Losing the initial shock you roll your eyes. “I’ll admit, that’s an impressive costume, but you need to remove the mask now or I’ll do it for you” you insist with a few steps in their direction. A quiet mumble can be heard but it is indistinguishable. “What was that?” you pause about ten paces away. They twist a knob on the front of their jumpsuit and mumble again.
“Not- costume. No- not- costume.” comes a gabled voice.
Your eyes widen. “What do you mean not a costume? Of course it’s a costume!”
Then they blink.
You gasp and stumble back, ankle catching on a tree root causing you to fall. Avery quickly stands in between you two. The combination of your reaction and Avery's snarling appearance causes the alien to start waving their hands in a plea.
With a slap to the dial on their chest they blurt out, “Please! I come in peace! I am just doing a sample retrieval!”
“A sample retrieval!? Are you here to abduct me!?” horror washed over your features.
“No of course not! I’m here to take samples of soil and plant matter to see if there might be something beneficial in the chemical and structural make up of this planet's matter in comparison to other planets! I have no desire to harm you!” they say stumbling over some words with how quickly they are trying to speak.
It feels like ages pass before either of you make a move. You sigh and slowly pull yourself up. Why me?
“So.. let me get this straight. You’re here to take some dirt and leaves back with you on this” you gesture to the vessel behind them, “spaceship, so you find out if you could maybe use it for something?” They nod quickly. “And you aren’t here to take people?” This time they shake their head side to side.
You let out a small chuckle. A stroke to Avery’s head pulls her guard down and you tell her to sit. Sensing your sudden calmness causes her to calm down fully.
“Alright then. I don’t know why but I believe you. You got a name?” you say with a small smile on your lips. They visibly relax at this, smiling back “I am called K’utzar.”
“K’utzar huh? Well K’utzar, why did you pick here of all places to do your research?” you questioned looking around at the surrounding forest. “To be honest, there isn’t much here but firs and branches.”
“I was told to conduct my research here because it was supposedly desolate of any ‘humans’, but I see now they were wrong” they sigh as they too look around.
“Well tell you what. You need different plants right?” Nod. “And wouldn’t it go faster if you had help?” Nod. “From a local?”
K’utzars face lit up at this. “You mean you? You would help me?”
They looked ecstatic, causing you to give a large smile. “Yes, I’ll help. We can start tomorrow morning if you would like?”
They clasp their hands together. “Yes of course! I-we will start when there is light.”
With a wave of your hand you turn back towards the barn house. “Alright see you then. Come on Avery, it’s bedtime!” With that you make your way back, all the while thinking about the strange friendly alien. Scooping the discarded tools up you shove them back into the barn and quickly check on the animals, exhausted from the day's activities.
With the barn locked, the lights off, and Avery at your heel, you finally head off to bed. Pulling the covers up to your chin you spare a glance out of the window by your bed, and see the dim light still emanating from the woods and wonder what tomorrow will bring with your new ‘friend’.
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Light streaming through your window onto your pillow rouses you out of a peaceful rest making you let out a groan pulling the covers over your head. K’utzar! You sit up suddenly, the sheets falling from your head. You quickly throw the covers off and change into a comfortable outfit and pull some boots on. There is a cold wetness on your leg and you look down to see Avery nudging you and whining. “Aw, sorry girl, I’m going to have you stay here today. I promise you can come tomorrow though.” You ruffle her fur and then head out the door and to the forest.
I’m pretty sure it was here? Was it all a dream? “Hello human!” a voice exclaims from behind. You whip around to see them there again, this time holding a box full of tubes and wearing a bright smile.
“Are you ready to begin the day?” Alright, yesterday did happen. You inhale a deep breath and smile.
“Yup! You can call me y/n btw, not just human.”
“Oh yes! Of course!” they stutter out.
“Well, where do we start?”
They showed you the ropes about how to properly collect samples of things using a small scoop that is then placed into a tube and sealed. The tube contained a clear liquid that would dissolve the material on contact then change color depending on what was put in. The whole process was fascinating.
“With your help y/n, I can find different materials much quicker as you know more about this planet.” they expressed, gratitude lacing their voice.
An idea suddenly came to mind. “You need plant matter too right?” You stood up dusting off your knees and looked at them awaiting an answer.
“That is correct. Why?” a puzzled expression crossing their features.
“I have a farm! I grow plants! You could take a sample from plants I’m sure you wouldn’t have access to otherwise. Here come this way.” You grab their hand pulling them along till you reach the field next to the barn. The small field is littered with a multitude of different fruits, vegetables, and herbs. K’utzar glances around at the lush produce, mouth agape.
You let go of their hand, using it to grab a bright red tomato off of the nearest vine and hand it to them causing them to place the box down. “That is a tomato, over there are blueberries, the tall ones are corn, and those are squash.” You tell as you walk them through the plants closest to you.
They turn the tomato over in their hands, observing the way it shines in the sunlight. Dark eyes glance up into your own, they look flabbergasted. “This is all so much to take in. I feel overwhelmed by your generosity. This planet is beautiful so far from what I’ve seen, and there is so much more to do then I first thought” they say as they hand the tomato back. “I have a favor to ask of you.” they lean over and shuffle through the box. In their hands seems to be a notebook? “I was wondering if you would record the names of the plants and the information you know about them. Your knowledge would be a most helpful addition to our research.”
They wanted you to take notes? “What will you do while I do this?” you question as you take the notebook.
“I will continue taking samples!” they beamed. “There is so much work to do! Shall we get started then?”
You chuckle at their enthusiasm and nod. With that you both started on your work, you taking the occasional break to water some plants or check on the animals all the while asking K’utzar where they were from and what it’s like in space.
By the end of the day you two had a sizable chunk of work done. You wipe the sweat off your brow and hand the notebook back to K’utzar. “Here you are. I had a lot of fun helping you today. It sure beats my normal farmwork.”
They place the notebook under their arm and grasp your hands. “Thank you. I enjoyed today with you more than I have enjoyed a day in a long time. You are a wonderful being and I am lucky to be in your presence y/n.”
You don’t know why, but their words caused heat to rise in your cheeks. “Will you need my help tomorrow?” you say looking away because of their intense gaze.
“Yes, I will.”
“I will be here around the same time then.” you spoke quietly, slinking your hands away and heading up the steps of the house.
“I will look forward to our time spent together. Have a plentiful rest y/n.” they shouted at your retreating form.
“You too!” you called back as you swiftly shut the door behind you and slumped against it. In no time Avery was at your side joyously lapping at your flushed face. You laugh and push her off. “Yes hello to you too.” She settles herself down next to you, head placed in your lap while you skritch at her ear.
Today really was great. The idea of seeing K’utzar tomorrow made your heartbeat quicken. The conversations you had today showed you just how kind they are and how much they truly loved their job. You could get used to this. Someone to talk to, share thoughts to, it made you excited for tomorrow.
You promptly stood up, ready to head to bed. As you settle into the soft linen you can’t help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. You turn your body toward the window seeing the dim light still glowing from the foliage. With a grin on your face you are lulled to sleep with thoughts of your new companion.
anonymous—A concept I think about sometimes is on of a Battle Royale. Like you're there trying to survive, maybe trying your damn hardest to not kill anyone, all the while someone's got their eyes on dead set on you, killing everyone else and helping you from the shadows.
tw: death, horror, unedited
note: ok, its just a littleeeeee shorter than the last one...lol
They mockingly nicknamed you, Poor Little Mercy, when you wouldn’t kill to survive, but found you endearingly pacifistic enough to tuck you in their trench. You had to work for their protection though, they warned you. Swallowing your weak heart, you accepted their proposal and tackled all the lowly chores for them. The kind that no one wanted to do. And eat dogshit food.
It was better than stabbing someone in their heart in cold blood, you rationalized while dredging a wheelbarrow filled of wastes and garages to the no man’s land. Or, was it no alien’s land?
You were not sure, you were plucked clean from your earthling home, and the next thing you knew, you were in a warzone. Survival of the fittest and the winner gets all, or said the faceless announcer from the hologram in the sky on your first day here. You were no survivor, that it was a miracle that you lived this long.
You were too soft and squishy, according to many aliens you encountered, their strange bodies well versed in survivalism. They had everything in their disposal, while you had nothing. Running and hiding were all you know.
Upon returning, the wheelbarrow empty, you collapsed on your knees. The campsite was flattened, littered with bodies. You weren’t too far away not to hear death screams, the quietest massacre you’ve seen yet. “D-dammit.” On a shaky leg, you inhaled lowly and prowled forward.
Searching for any living soul, to retell their final tale of what happened.
Nothing. “N-not again.” You shuddered, rubbing your arms, as your eyes landed on a basket full of nourishments and other assortments of things you knew you will need in the future. It was sitting in the middle of campsite, perfectly in clear of all bloodshed, and was thoughtfully placed on a cushion of folded blankets.
Eyes pricked with tears, guilt sinking your heart to the bottom of your stomach, you cradled your head and tried not to cry.
Who was doing this? Why? They had to be a powerful entity, strong enough to shred even the well seasoned fighters, Whoever it was, they were always nearby. Lovingly ensuring your survival to the end from the shadows...watching. Waiting.
Concept: soft (possibly yandere) alien that you save from area 51??
//Can’t believe I’m about to write fanfiction for a meme, but I’m delighted to. Picture your alien looking as weird as you want.
“What was that thing you were doing with your arms? While you were running?”
Oh, god. Yes, you had to deal with the consequences of the fact that you stormed a government facility and had to lie low ever since, but the little detail that you Naruto sprinted into certain death wasn’t something you really wanted to address. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Many other humans were doing it! I saw it! You put them behind your back, like this.” The imitation wasn’t spot-on, but you knew all too well what your new friend was going for. “Does that make you go faster?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you repeated, burying your face in your hands.
The alien-- their name was a series of clicks and grunts that you’d long since given up trying to pronounce -- didn’t know how to take your reaction. It shifted on the couch next to you, trying to see your face past your hands.
“I think you do,” they said.
You groaned. “You know I was with a whole lot of. . . interesting people. During the raid.”
They jerked their head in a nod. “I’m very grateful, you know, but I guess everyone that went didn’t have a whole lot going for them.”
“You don’t need to twist the knife like that.”
The alien only hummed. “What were you doing with your arms?”
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Contents/warnings: slavery and all the poor treatment that goes along with that, but no violence. Gender neutral reader, alien anatomy/genetalia, nsfw scene.
They’re based on the magnolia sargentiana var. robusta, which looks like this. No prises for guessing what their hardware looks like...
EDIT: I realise from the preview in the link above that it looks like I made the alien male, but that’s the reader’s alien friend, not the alien that we’ll be romancing. Just wanted to put that out there...
Preview:
“Oh boy, are you lucky!” Garris chattered as you approached and halted beside your good friend on the hangar floor.
“You’ve heard already?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at the slender, tall, chitinous medic.
“News travels fast on a base this small, ‘Ambassador’,” he grinned, slapping you on the shoulder with one of his upper sets of hands. His double set of delicate mandibles fluttered briefly as he laughed.
You shook your head. “We ready to ship out?” you asked, and he nodded.
“Jutan is just doing the last inventory of supplies,” he added. “It’s a long way to Talos-5.”
“Yeah, but worth it. Think of all the samples you’ll be able to collect for the advancement of medicine. I hear the flora there is like nothing we’ve ever encountered…”
He fairly quivered with excitement. “You’ll have to tell me on the way there,” he said, following you aboard the sleek, diplomatic ship. “You know I don’t do my homework til the night before.”
“I’m not doing it for you! You’ve had the dossiers, same as I have! How you passed your med finals, I’ll never know.”
“Sheer brilliance,” he chuckled, patting you affectionately and yet oh-so-patronisingly on the head from his great height with his upper set of arms.
You settled into your bunk - a rather more spacious one than any one else given your importance on this mission - and tried to fight back the nauseous, pre-flight nerves. This was your biggest responsibility yet, and the Eshara, for whose planet you were now about to set off, were almost a complete mystery. Until now, they had been hostile to all attempts by the federation to contact them, though they had never been actively aggressive towards anyone either, unless provoked. A closed off and secretive people at the furthest reach of the known universe, the Eshara had now, for some reason, decided to reach out and invite a diplomatic envoy onto their planet for a special cultural exchange. And, because of the way you had handled a very nasty situation about six standard months earlier, you had been selected for the job.
Once you’d left atmo, the pilot prepared the ship for Faster Than Light Travel. With two stops to refuel and supply at federation bases, the trip would still take six weeks.
By the time the verdant planet lay before the viewing deck of the ship, its lush green, red, and purple forests visible even from orbit, you were gasping for fresh, non-recycled air, even if the atmospheric composition of Talos-5 was a little different from what you were used to.
A light foot-fall behind you on the viewing deck made you jump, and was followed by a rasping laugh like a sheet of paper rubbed against another. “Nearly there,” Axie said. The First Officer had long been a friend of yours, and the twin tanks of pure hydrochloric acid that were affixed to her gills bubbled softly as she respired; she was as excited as you were, though she showed no other signs of it. Yes, you were one of those humans who embraced the immense biodiversity of the federation to the point that you actually had very few friends of your own species.
Axie’s planet was absolutely hostile to human (and basically all other) life without protective suits, and even then the acidic conditions ate through most suits within a few days. In fact it was so harsh that very few non-native species could visit without similar and vast amounts of protective gear. Understandably, she had left the sweltering, arid, pock-marked planet behind and had never looked back. The twin, ovoid tanks sealed over her gills and attached to a tank of acid were the only concession she had to make to being free of her miserable planet, and one she gladly weathered.
Entering planetary atmosphere was never particularly pleasant, but soon your ship was being escorted through dense clouds by two Eshara fighters, down to a landing bay. All around, as you left the banks of low, drifting cloud, you could see the lush, jungle-like growth of the planet, as though it were straining at the boundaries the Eshara had put up to create the airfield, desperate to reclaim what had been taken from it. It made you shudder, and suddenly it all felt a little more suffocating than you’d imagined it would.
“Go do your thing, babe,” Garris chuckled, winking one of his four red eyes at you once you’d landed and the pilot had cut the engines. “Get the Eshara onside. We need their med tech, like, yesterday.”
“I know the stakes, Garris,” you smiled, perhaps a little thinly.
He nodded. “Be safe,” he added.
He and the rest of the crew would wait behind until you and the captain had conducted your preliminary meeting with the Eshara High Council. A translator would be assigned to you, and should be waiting for you.
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