That's Pluto and it's a planet, dammit!
"And that over there, is Pluto, the ninth planet within the solar system. And also the smallest," said the tour guide as she gestured at the planet outside the spaceship.
While the human tourists 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed and snapped some pictures, one of the alien tourists, a Virelka, raised one of its appendages.
"Excuse me, lady." The Virelka waved its appendages a bit.
The lady took noticed of the alien and approached it with a closed smile, mindful not to bare her teeth because somehow, most aliens they meet would cower in fear when humans do that.
"Yes...?" The lady trailed off, not knowing how to address the alien. These Virelkas never have any distinct markings or anything to show their gender and the only way to recognise which one is the giver and which one is the nurturer is too complicated for humans to understand.
Thankfully, this Virelka seem to understand the struggle. "I am a nurturer called Selvien." It supplied.
Giving a charming smile at the nurturer, the tour guide tried her best to get her momentum back. "Yes, hello, nurturer Selvien! I hope this tour was informative and pleasant for your species!"
"It is. I had a wonderful time getting to know your beautiful solar system. But I do have a question."
"I'll do my best to answer it. Thank you for speaking your mind," the tour guide replied according to the Virelkan's custom.
"Thank you for your help. You informed us that the dwarf planet Pluto is the ninth planet within your solar system. But the last time I checked your public archives, your solar system only have eight planets. Are the public archives' information wrong then?"
The moment the question was asked, silence immediately descended on them like vultures descending on a carcass. All the prey-type aliens were alarmed and had their natural defensive mechanism triggered while the predator-type became anxious, baring their fangs or claws or anything they have in a threatening manner.
"I'm sorry, nurturer Selvien. But the archives are wrong." The tour guide said icily, her smile still in place but the warmth that was in it had been sapped away by the coldness from her heart.
"Pluto is a planet and it will stay that way forever," another human growled fiercely, eyes challenging anyone to say otherwise.
"Let's be real," another human, a male with typical build and the type of face that screams asshole had piped up. "Pluto ain't a planet. It's just a useless rock." He said with a smirk.
"You wanna say that again, hotshot?" The tour guide narrowed her eyes at him.
"Yeah, I said Pluto is a fucking useless rock that's not even considered a plane-"
Before he could even finish his sentence, he was awarded by a mean left hook from the girl sitting in front of him, knocking him out cold.
"Viva la Pluto, fuck you." The girl spat with venom laced in her words.
The humans collectively nodded, face grim and serious.
"Alright!" The tour guide clapped her hands, surprising everyone. "Let us all calm down and re-center ourselves," she said, pressing a device that emits a calming sound. When all of the passengers had calmed down, she put on her warm smile again, like as if she hadn't been as cold as liquid nitrogen just now.
Ignoring the still passed out man that's being dragged away by a crewmember, she looked at them with a slight twinkle in her eyes."Now, who here wants to see something wild?"
