Izzy & Eliza...an alien tale
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Later, I would hear of that explosion and wonder: Was it a mechanical glitch or did somebody purposely try to blow up Comet Central Station?
How can anybody be so cruel, so thoughtless, to believe they have the right to hurt innocent beings? Perhaps the explosion was just a malfunction and doesn't have anything to do with nasty aliens and dirty politics.
It's just little old me, Yarn. In my presence, speculation and discussion are quite welcome.
I would have more information to share, but Leon is currently ignoring me at the moment for not fueling up on the sandy shores of Planet Starfish. Starfish boasts a gourmet fuel store called Fancy Fuels, and Leon begged me to take him there.
I refused to pay those high prices. Besides, Planet Starfish is covered in sand. The homes are made of sand, the buildings are made of sand; the planet is like one giant sand castle. I imagine sand would probably end up in the hoity-toity fuel.
Leon needs to stop acting so childishly. Occasionally, I wonder if I should have purchased a completely mechanical ship, thereby eliminating the problems associated with Leon's organic side, which tend to behave stubbornly.
Taking advantage of my "down time," I have been perusing through some interesting texts about Klesia. The planet does have some strange inhabitants and odd customs. I found something important to share.
In case anyone ever asks you, the Klesian Poo is a slimy bug that slithers around Klesia. It is small and extremely damaging when it eats through crops.
Eventually it dies and adds a tremendously helpful amount of nutrients to the soil. So, Poo is, in fact, beneficial in the end...haha. I mentioned we could speak about any topic on Leon, didn't I?
On a gloomier note regarding our planet of discussion, it was a sad day for Klesia and the entire galaxy. If the blast was intentional, it seems that every civilization has its own share of morons and Izzian's planet is no different.
If Enot, Gala and Izzian had seen the explosion, I wonder what they'd have done. Their comet, Gratified Speed 1213, couldn't be reprogrammed easily, if at all. So they could not have turned around. The pilots have precisely ten point three seconds to abort the take-off, but they have little control beyond that.
For practical reasons, Comet Central controls the destination of travelers and Izzian's comet was scheduled with a very specific route. If just anyone could pilot the ships, I have a feeling more Goodwill students would end up on their beloved Grotanoa than their designated destinations.
On a much lighter note, it is exciting to know that aliens in Izzian's neck of the universe can travel through space on a comet! Imagine that!
I'm no expert on the subject of archaic space travel, but travelling to earth via fiery comet is wondrously fantastic and clever, if not a tad bit technologically substandard.
Comet travel; believe it or not, but at least keep an open mind. After all, that is where the best ideas are born.
If you and I were speaking right now, instead of me writing and you reading, I would whisper a secret in your ear. So listen.
Meteorites are pieces of Klesian spaceships. Isn't that bizarre? I'll give you time to mull that over and come up with a plausible scientific understanding.
Ever wondered why you may see or hear about a meteor flashing through the sky, but people rarely find gigantic bits and pieces of a meteorite? Sure, sometimes it's because they have already been found, but in most cases it's because the landing was nice and smooth, and the ship cleanly disintegrated.
When Gratified Speed 1213 passed close to earth's sun, the comet picked up some solar fuel and headed on its way.
Smaller and smaller the ship became as it burned off ice, dust and other particles from the tail of the ship, until finally they approached earth at a terrifying speed.
Then, they flash-bang-whizzed through earth's atmosphere on fire! Isn't that terrific and terrifying all at the same time? Finally, the group and the tiny remainder of the ship landed on earth as a meteorite; or a meteor-wrong. I guess it all depends on whether you like aliens or not.
The part that may seem strangest to an earthling occurs when the ship eventually disappears completely. As soon as the group unloaded and disembarked from the Gratified Speed 1213, Enot picked up a small green reflective box, sort of like a remote control.
With the push of a button-wham, the ship was gone. All the information and programming for returning to Klesia Moon Prime was stored in the tiny green remote control.
The remote also acts as a beacon, relaying all destination coordinates when the group is ready to leave earth and head back to Klesia Moon Prime. The beacon allows the travelers to send messages to Klesia and from Klesia messages can travel anywhere else in space.
Needless to say, if anything happened to that reflective green remote, our Klesians might end up stranded on earth for a while.
One push of that small remote and Gratified Speed 1213 shrinks to invisibility. Amazing, right?
Even if Izzy and his friends were to stay on earth forever, and never use the Gratified Speed 1213 again, the ship would remain hidden, eventually evolving into its surroundings.
Ever seen a seriously odd shaped rock or a malformed tree and wondered how it got that way? Perhaps it is an alien ship, hiding away until it is needed again.
Klesians have found that shrinking technology is more convenient than large, cumbersome rockets. They also avoid saucer-like transportation for obvious reasons. Detection upon arrival is not desired, detection is shunned.
Whether or not you've ever known anyone that has travelled in a comet-turned-meteorite doesn't mean that it isn't possible, by the way. I told you to keep an open mind.
Well, Izzian Klowosky finally made it to earth. I'll let you see for yourself what happened when Izzian, Gala and that whiner, Enot, landed on the little blue ball.
Oh, and I sure hope Izzian's ortnots are okay, and Thilillian Yangsley, since she was at Comet Central when the explosion happened too.
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*PART TWO*