Parents: The Close Aliens
Outside the crystalline window, the spindles of the refit port were visible, like thin metal claws waiting to prey on any incoming ship that dare brave their path. A cargo ship and a science vessel were already docked and being tended by the station’s staff. A blast of light from the port side signaled another incoming craft, this one a long range scout, taking a typical hands-on approach for the dock. Beneath the gnarled structure was a blue orb that took up almost all of the starboard side view, a giant of nitrogen and ammonia, imperceptively spinning from dark to light and from light to dark. “Which one are they on?” Velorum asked, leaning on the edge of the window, where opacity encountered transparency. “I don’t know,” Vitalis said, warily, from the side of the window. “Can’t you do your thing here? Feel them out?” “Can’t you? I don’t know what to feel for. I can tell you, roughly, how many people there are here, where are they grouping and the general mood. Other than that, you know as much as I do.” “Ah, it’s the V twins!” Someone said from behind them and put hands on their shoulders. Velorum’s reaction was instantaneous and only Vitalis’ connection to his brother allowed him to move fast enough to catch his arm before the elbow connected with the bridge of the nose. The interloper swayed back and looked at them suspiciously. “Relax, Vel. You’re back home.” “It’s a tense time, Div,” Said Continue Reading →
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