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Chapter 2 of Through different eyes.

Shorter chapter. But hey, at leasts it's here at all.

I don’t think the humans did a very good job on the translation. They didn’t follow some of the rules, so I cannot tell how accurate this book is. But if this is true, then the possibilities. Humans, apparently can survive limbs being cut off, because the problem is not losing a limb, but the blood loss. This is incredible, apparently they are connoisseurs of art. They enjoy making music, painting, dancing, and many other forms of art. They even create tools to help with these art forms. Music is the standout, apparently humans dedicate music to certain stories that are passed around.

I need to contact the Galactic council about the meeting. My only fear is that humans don’t really have that many rights. They have the rights any species gets, to live and prosper in their home habitat. But humans don’t really have any rights for intelligent species. That means they can be contained, moved and hunted without any way to protest. I’m not sure if the galactic council will call a meeting for what is classified as non intelligent. But I call the meeting, and they will ‘deliberate’ over it. This means no, so I go to convince them.

“Please reconsider. They won’t agree to fight unless we give them something in return.” I said, desperate.

“We will call that meeting when you provide evidence of intelligence.” The voice spoke, their voice clipped and robotic.

“They will not let me go until the council meeting arrives.” I plead, I hope I don’t sound as desperate as I am.

“Unorthodox strategy but very well. Meeting called.” The robot voice conferms.

With my exit secured, I should explore the ship more. After I exit my room, I can take in my surroundings more, the area is smooth and polished;there isn’t much of note. But sound is more prevalent, I can hear human conversation through the walls, it appears this area isn’t very well muffled compared to the rooms. I can hear music. It has things I don’t recognize as voices, so humans must have a huge vocal range, or it has non voice things. Most music in other places is just voices, my species, Talisan, are the main other music makers. We use our voices only, but I don’t think that's the case with these humans.

I exit the room, and enter an area with many doors. There are signs with writing I do not understand. Some humans are passing through, sometimes with others, sometimes alone, sometimes carrying items, sometimes their hands are empty. I go through the door next to the one I entered.

 Within, are long tables parallel to each other. There are very few humans in this room, only four are present, and only one is eating. The rest are talking amongst themselves, something about the alien on board. Are they talking about me? One of them looks at me, says something to the rest, and then they look at me. Their gazes are piercing, but curious. I do not see harm in their eyes, but I see the eyes of a predator investigating something new. I wonder if they will see me as prey or not. I hope that they are satisfied. I back away, best not to intrude.

I go through the next door. It’s quiet, many books line the walls with shelves holding them up. The shelves have a backboard and have walls on the sides, I presume to stop books from falling over. The books are messy, with books of various sizes and shapes. All of them are in the varied languages of humans. I should really take lessons on human speak. The room is quiet, with humans staying quiet, not even glancing at me. I take the quietness as my cue to leave.

The other doors lead out of this area. I presume I can’t free roam. I suppose I should settle down now. I enter my sleeping area, and feel the bed. It has a soft texture, like feathers. It has a moveable cover. I start to settle down for rest. The darkness of sleep embraces me, still aware of my surroundings, I sleep.

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Chapter one of Through different eyes

CHAPTER I

My name is Lul. I am an Talisan. I’m looking for the wild cards of the galaxy, humans. They aren’t a part of the galactic council, not yet anyway. The Nanaxia have started war, and have gained the support of almost half the council. Now, I need to sway the humans to our side before the Nanaxia do. It’s been a single galactic day since the first attack, and three galactic days of driving to reach the Citadel. The Citadel is the main galactic base of the humans, and is what I’ve been looking for this whole time. Then, in the distance, I see the white of the Citadel's outer layer. I quickly signal ‘NO HARM WANTED’ so that I'm not fired at. It works. I approach the docking station and park my ship. Hope the humans are as powerful as the stories say they are.

A human approaches me, and gives me the all clear to exit my ship. The human is taller than me. I am just below the lowest point of the humans shoulders. The human is mostly bald, with the only fur being on top of its head. Doesn’t it get cold? The human is wearing tight robes, with the only places not covered by them being the head and hands. The feet are covered by foot protectors that cover the whole foot. The human seems to be of high ranking in the ship. Perhaps this is the human to talk to. I turn on my universal translator to speak with the human. 

The human says “G’day and welcome aboard the Citadel. What brings you here?”. The human speaks with a rhythm to their words, the humans eyes keep contact with mine, and their lips curve into a smile, endowing their words with warmth.

I simply state “If you have not heard, the Nanaxia have declared war upon the rest of the galaxy.” I hope I don’t sound as scared as I am. After all, I need to be diplomatic here. I heard humans are short tempered, so I need to be careful. “They have recruited the help of almost half of the council. Powerful ones too. We need your help.”

The human seems to ponder for a moment before saying “I’ll need to talk to the captain about that.” The human seems to want to help. How can such a nice and polite race be so deadly? I feel that hope might be lost if this is our only hope. “Come with me.” The human begins walking towards the door, and quickly asks “I ain’ get your name. Can ya tell me ya name?” The human wants to know my name? I’m not sure if I like this. Perhaps it's a deep negotiation strategy that I have no clue about. I suppose that I should answer. “My name is Lul.” The human breathes out quickly, before seeming to stop. I guess I should ask for the humans name in return. “What is your name if I may ask?”

“Of course ya may ask” the human responded fondly. “Fee’ free to ask me anythin’. If you ain’ supposed to ask, I’ll tell you. But my name is Mason.” The human leads me into the main room of the ship. Some humans glance at me, others do not. Some of them have longer fur then others. Some of them have pale brown hair, others have black hair, and some have brown hair. The tone of their skin ranges from nearly white to nearly entirely black. The human named ‘Mason’ leads me down a hallway, and enters a room with human writing on it. Unfortunately I cannot read human writing.

Mason says “Ya can wait here. Right now the captain is doing, very important business.” The captain held out the word ‘doing’ longer than normal. Along with saying ‘very important business’ quicker than normal. It sounded like this wasn’t the full truth, but I could be wrong. I will not say anything.

Humans may not be all that I hope to be. If this is how long it takes for the captain to make a choice, or do whatever they are doing then the Galactic council may have chosen wrong in where to look for help. Soon, Mason and a couple humans I don’t recognize walk out of the head of the ship, one of them seems to have authority over the rest. I believe that is who makes the choices here.

They have dark skin, hazel eyes and hair curled up. I cannot tell between human genders. The ‘captain’ as I assume looks in my direction, says something to Mason that my translater didn’t pick up. Then, the captain speaks.

“Hello and welcome aboard.” They spoke in a quick way, their arms crossed behind their back. They stared much more than mason, like a predator staring down its prey. This reminds me that humans are apex predators. “Mason stated you are here for help. I cannot provide help if you do not offer in return. What will you give us in return?”

This Captain may be the human that the Galactic council was referring to when they called apex predators. Mason doesn’t seem like a predator, but the captain does. I reply with “Unfortunately, I cannot make a choice without the Galactic Councils vote, so it will be necessary to call a meeting, which may take…” I don’t know human days! I just have to say it in galactic units “...one galactic day.”

The captain's expression loosens for a moment, before leaning over to another human, whispering something my translater didn’t pick up, the other human whispers back, then the human speaks to me “That is acceptable, as long as you stay on board the entire duration. You may not leave the Citadel. You will stay in the guest sleeping quarters.” A human I don’t recognize starts leading me somewhere, I follow. This human is shorter than the rest, but still seems to have authority over the general humans of the ship. Only a few glance at me as the human leads me to an area I cannot tell the name of due to me not understanding human writing.

I entered the guest room. It’s quiet, I seem to be the only one here. I see cameras in the corners of the room, a soft slab of cotton, and areas for storage. Something of note is several small books. Each one is a different alien language than the others. I found the book written in Talisan, and it is titled ‘A humans guide to humans.’ I decided to read the book, after all this would be a good tool for the Galactic Council.