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Ishadarian Saga: Book 2
RESURRECTION
By
Alexandra O'Hurley
© copyright by Alexandra O'Hurley, January
2010
Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, January 2010
ISBN 978-1-60394-398-7
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events,
and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to
living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Prologue
Millions of years ago, an alien race came to a new world filled
with lush vegetation and animal life. The aliens that arrived were the best scientific minds of
their race, albeit a little on the mad side. They came to experiment with new genetic material,
which had been outlawed on their home world. Once they had settled and made a home base and
laboratory, the scientists began using this material to mutate the animal life they had found on
this distant world.
A new race was created by these madmen, and was nurtured through
its infancy. Then a hundred year civil war broke out on the home world and the Great Empire forgot
about the handful of scientists left on the fledgling world. Eventually, the scientists died from
the ravages of the barbaric and untamed planet, or succumbed to the ravages of time. But the new
race continued. Flourished, even.
Now closer to present day, an alien historian stumbles onto
ancient documents detailing the plan on the distant world, the experiments they had planned and the
man brought them to the attention of the new Emperor and regime. It is decided that a recon group
is to be sent to the new world, to find out whatever happened to that fledgling race. Were they
still there? Had they evolved?
Once there, the men and women on the mission were in for a great
surprise…
Chapter One
Fall 2005
Arid desert spread out before the cruiser as it landed onto the
hard packed sands. Sensors had told the crew aboard the vessel that there were lifeforms in the
area, and it seemed they would find it easy to scout out the new alien race as well as hide their
presence within the plains of sand. Ten members made up the scouting party, and all were anxious to
explore the new land. There were a lot of theories circulating about what they might find. Knowing
that the truth may be even more interesting than the guesses they had formulated had the crewmen
itching to seek the inhabitants out. There were so many what ifs that they didn't even know where
to begin. Could they be as intelligent as all those who made up the Empire, or would they be a
fledgling race, not capable of reasonable thought, similar to the primitive and highly volatile
Cassadarians on Cessa 5?
Once the ship had settled, they confirmed the air was indeed
breathable as their sensors had shown. Opening the hatch in the rear of the ship, they began
off-loading some of the equipment and weapons they needed to begin their expedition, as several of
the soldiers in the team began scouting the close vicinity for immediate dangers.
Of the ten-man party, five were research scientists who had
approached the Emperor to initiate this trip in the first place, men and women who held science as
tightly to their bosom as some held their religion, each ready to scan every available parqua and
speck in their path. They readied their recorders and other pieces of equipment and prepared their
life packs, fingers twitching with glee.
The wi' mia was also readying to explore, almost as excited as the
scientists at the potential plant life that may yield yet new medical discoveries and prospective
cures. Most wi' mia held mythical medicinal abilities, but fortunately for this crew, their doctor
was a Boogdasharian. A unique breed of people, best explained as half doctor and half magician,
their race wielded an amazing power of energy over any living organism.
Among the group there was also a council historian, ready to pen
the tale of their exploits on this new planet. Many of the people of the Empire had been zealously
clamoring for all knowledge of "The Great Unknown" as this new world had been called by their
society. He alone would be the one to write the known history of this planet, and his name would
forever go down in the Empire's history as well.
The only three men not thrilled with arriving were the soldiers,
because it was their job to make sure the scouting party remained safe and unharmed, as well as
make sure the invaluable information they collected returned to the home world. Right now, the only
thing they all imagined was the myriad of ways for any one of the party to be hurt or killed. Two
of the three strong, silent men quickly packed assorted weapons into bagdoliers to wear on the trek
into the closest populated area, and the third eyed the area through binocular-like goggles,
looking for lifeforms or other potential dangers.
"Dar, do you see anything on the horizon?" Regent Taroth, the
superior officer of the three asked, while continuing to pack the weapons alongside his other
warrior, Ta' Hall. Taroth and Dar Jin had been best friends since the academy, and had fought side
by side for years now. He trusted his friend to judge the environment, just as he trusted him with
his life.
"Nothing but sand, and more sand, and a little more sand, and
throw in a few cliffs and some small brush and, oh, did I say sand?" Taroth smiled at the dripping
sarcasm from his friend, a side of Dar few people ever got to see. "Nothing moving. I don't think
we were spotted."
"There are lifeforms bordering this entire desert, and according
to our readings, there is a small grouping of lifeforms not far from here, maybe a seca or two to
the north. I think we should head in that general direction and come up behind them. Once we
approach, we will do an initial survey and see what we are dealing with."
"Good plan, but I think we need to leave the squealing children a
little further from the border of the inhabitation. As excited as they are, their giggling may get
us sighted."
Taroth snickered at his friend's remark. Not accustomed to being
around a group of young, frenzied scientists for this long, all three of the warriors had nearly
pulled their hair out on the long trip to this galaxy. They were glad to be out of the confines of
the ship after being cramped with the group for nearly a binear waiting to arrive.
"You had better not let them hear you call them squealing
children. My ears are ringing from their overactive and overloud mouths as it is. I don't need one
of them to start getting belligerent and start really berating you, or me. My poor ears can't
handle the pitch any longer."
All three men chuckled and turned to eye the rest of the group,
hoping they had not been overheard. As he looked in their direction, Taroth eyed T' Neel, the
science team leader, the worst one of the group in his opinion. He hated to admit the scenery
wasn't half bad, and she had hinted to him the use of her body was within his reach repeatedly over
the course of the trip. But she had also made it a point that everyone on the ship knew she was
hunting him like prey. So instead of falling into her hands, as she expected, and he thought, as
most men probably did, he had not pursued her in return, even at his body's behest during the
lonely, late hours in space. Any woman who had acted a fool like she had, had no self-respect, and
Taroth couldn't respect her in return. And he couldn't bring himself to bed her, knowing only more
trouble could come of it.
She smiled as she noted Taroth gazing her way and began walking
towards him. Taroth cringed inwardly, knowing what he was now in for, scolding himself for even
lingering over her form for more than a moment. He did not need more of her overtures, as he was a
taken man anyway. Dar's younger sister was his promised lifemate and he would be Joined with her as
soon as they returned from this mission. Neither his upcoming Joining ceremony, nor her incredibly
vulgar display she showed in her bid to bed him were the only reasons he had for avoiding the
woman.
The main reason he avoided her was the thought of screwing this
woman with his soon to be brother in law, and best friend, sleeping in the quarters right next door
just did not set well with him. Something about Dar's sister, D' Na Jin, did not set well with him
either, but he was a man of honor and he could not break the laws of Daya N'goul and refuse to Join
with her. He also respected his friend too much to dishonor his family in such a way.
Daya N'goul was the way every man on his planet met and married
his soulmate, and no man in several hundred thousand years had refused a mate. There was no
alternative, even though something just didn't feel right to Taroth. The first time a man smelled
the scent of his soulmate, he felt physically unwell, and yet extremely aroused at the same time,
and a deep love and attraction to the woman begins, to the point of obsession, and no other woman
arouses his senses from that point forward.
An unruly erection also occurs, and the man maintains that
erection at all times when in the presence of the woman until they are Joined. The first time he
had met Dar Jin's much younger sister a little over a quatrad ago, he had the effects of Daya
N'goul, but he had yet to feel love for D' Na Jin, and could care less if he ever set eyes on her
again. Which was odd. Every man he had ever known had gone brainless in love and lust when they met
their Daya N'goul. All Taroth could think about was escape. Was there something wrong with her?
With him?
Shaking his head, he brushed his thoughts away, as he had dwelled
on them much too long during the binear trying to reach this planet. He again focused on the erotic
shape of T' Neel as she approached and thought how the feel of his cock entering her welcoming wet
sex, and his ultimate release, would take away the stresses he had felt for many nears. Knowing
that the moment he accepted the offer of her body it would be the beginning of the end for him, yet
he still could not tell his body not to react to her. It sickened him. He used the excuse that he
was unused to waiting so long between lovers. But why was he feeling this physical attraction with
a Daya N'goul awaiting him back on Hara D'Noll?
The fiery redhead stopped in front of the men, wearing an overly
tight jumpsuit, that was obviously too small for her body and left nothing to the imagination, as
it outlined each and every curve of her body. Taroth felt his body stir, even when he willed his
mind to ignore her overtures. He kept his eyes focused down into the packs he and Ta' Hall were
finishing. After a few moments when Taroth had not made a motion to speak to her, her lush voice
was heard. "We should be ready to go in the next ten minutes. Is there a plan?"
Taroth glowered up from his kneeling position beside his weapons
pack into her inviting golden eyes, seeing her passion waving back at him and ignoring it as best
he could. It amazed him that he could hold this woman in contempt, yet at the same time he could
barely think of anything but availing himself to the desires she offered him. "We are going to head
ni'or to the habitation we scanned just before we landed. It is small, only about 300 lifeforms,
and within walking distance of the ship. We will keep you and your group several hundred feet away,
allow us to scout for any possible dangers and then come back for your group to follow us if no
immediate dangers are found."
"So you three will be the first people to see the lifeforms?" Her
fake pout was annoying him more so than the lust in her eyes. He hated a woman who used false
sentiment to get her way. "Can't I come along with you three to help scout?"
Taroth turned away, rolling his eyes, before turning back to her
full of charm, finally rising to his full height. Placing one hand on her shoulder, with the other
he used one finger under her chin, turning her face towards his, deciding that two could play her
game. "You are too important to the scouting of this planet to put you into jeopardy. I could never
forgive myself if something happened to you the first day. Let us do our jobs, and inspect for
dangers. It won't take long, and we will come back for you as soon as we can."
She bought it, thankfully, and smiled dreamily up into his ice
blue eyes. He pulled two fingers through a section of her bright red hair, and kissed her forehead,
more brotherly than sexual, and released her, pushing her towards the others. "Let the rest of your
group know what the plan is, and be ready in less than ten minutes."
T' Neel turned to look over her shoulder at the sexy man, with his
short, chocolate brown hair blowing lightly in the warm breeze, smiling to herself. She would have
him in her bed before they returned to Hara D'Noll if it was the last thing she did.
* * * *
Ten minutes later they were headed towards the habitation, about
to encounter the first of the alien lifeforms on this planet. Even the three battle hardened
warriors were becoming a little excited at the prospect of witnessing an alien lifeform and the
chance for battle that came with it. Their bodies were pumped from endorphins, and each loved every
second of it. Long powerful legs stretched to meet the ground, tight with a predatory grace. All
three strode with a posture that showed their years of training, coupled with years of battle each
had encountered.
But their excitement was short lived when the scientists began
singing a little song, skipping along the sandy ground. Taroth had to stifle a groan, the antics of
this group were most unprincipled as well as unprofessional and he was almost embarrassed to be
with the group.
Dar, having had enough, turned to the group, aimed his gun at a
chubby little male Teninghian scientist and cocked the weapon. "If you don't stop with the singing,
we will be having Teninghian stew tonight."
The whole group skidded to a halt squealing in utter disbelief,
but seeing Taroth's smirk, they realized Dar was not serious. Dar saw the group look over at
Taroth, and his eyes followed theirs. He whispered over his shoulder so the others could not hear
"Dammit Taroth, I needed your help to shut them the hell up."
"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He approached Dar's shoulder and
whispered back into his ear, "You made the little guy piss his pants. I know it wasn't funny, but I
couldn't help myself."
Dar looked over at the plump, round scientist and saw the telltale
signs of the loss of bladder control and began snickering himself and whispered back to Taroth, "I
forgive you for that one. But the next time they start with the singing, I WILL shoot one of
them."
Taroth gave him the eye.
"Well, just in the leg. I won't kill them."
Taroth looked again.
"Well, I might kill them if they don't listen after
that."
Taroth laughed at his friend and his lack of patience, even though
his wasn't much better at that point. "Dar, we had better learn to ignore those fools. After this
little fact finding mission, we have another bi'near to suffer them on the trip home."
It was Dar's turn to roll his eyes, and give Taroth the evil eye.
"We wont if I kill them all first."
Taroth let out a hearty laugh and clasped his friend on the back,
pulling him away from the anxious little group huddled together wide eyed on the sand.
* * * *
The three soldiers had left the rest of their team at an outcrop
of rocks a few hundred feet from the border of the habitation ahead. Once they left them, they had
separated to come up on three sides of the territory. Taroth was to cover the lower, more populated
sector, check for dangers and then meet back at the outcropping to review notes.
The scouting party had reached the outcropping as the solitary sun
was setting and darkness was beginning to fall. Fortunately, all three of the soldiers were
Ishadarian and had excellent night vision, so they all could see extremely well in the dark. Not
only did Ishadarians have excellent sight, but also their senses of smell and hearing were
advanced. And those senses helped make them superior warriors as well.
Once inside the parameters of the territory, Taroth was surprised
to see a small village. There were houses, transport vehicles of some sort and what appeared to be
commerce centers as well. He was impressed as the lifeforms that lived here must be somewhat
advanced to have built such structures.
Taroth crept closer to the rear of a small, short building behind
a long row of larger buildings that faced toward the center of the community. Looking inside the
opening to the small shelter, he saw a small, four-legged creature that was growling up at him with
evil intent. The creature was small, maybe just a meer high and had golden fur all over its tiny
body.
But the deep, intense growling had Taroth on alert, as he had
learned long ago that small stature did not necessarily mean the creature could not be dangerous.
He slowly approached the creature with hands up, trying to show he was unarmed and was not intent
on showing the creature any harm. But the closer he got, the more the creature growled at him,
finally bearing sharp looking teeth. He tried to calmly talk to the creature, in hopes he could
communicate in some way, but still the creature growled deeply.
As Taroth skirted to the other side of the small building he saw a
bowl filled with looked like small pebbles. Bending down, he lowered to one knee to grasp a
handful, hoping to use them as a small weapon against the furry creature, but to his dismay, the
pebbles were soft. He opened his hand to look down at the strange substance, when to his surprise
the creature jumped into his lap and started to eat the pebbles from his hand.
Taroth watched the animal eat everything in his hand and once the
tiny alien finished his meal, he turned to lick Taroth in his face. "Well, you obviously are a pet.
And here I was quaking in my boots over a pet." Taroth chuckled to himself as he held the animal
slightly away, not caring too much for it licking his face. Upon inspecting the animal further, he
ran his hands lightly over its fur, testing its shape and looking for possible dangers. "Oh, so you
have a collar here, and a medallion, so you must be a favorite pet. And they give you your own
house. You must be a prince among pets." Taroth rubbed the furry body of the animal after realizing
there was no additional danger, thinking to himself that he could understand why any race would
want this animal as a pet…it seemed to desire love and attention. He slowly placed the pet down on
the ground so he could resume his recon work, only to have the creature roll over, turning on its
back, as it spread its legs.
"I am almost afraid to ask what you might be waiting on. Maybe I
need to find your master and see what kind of weird things they do to little favorites like you."
Taroth chuckled under his breath as he rose to his full height with an arched brow and quickly
passed the animal towards the row of larger buildings.
He peered into the building closest to the animal's shelter and
saw a light emanating from inside. Getting as close as he could without threat of being seen, he
noted a large table piled high with what looked like the ancient books that Eetu had made him read
when he visited the library on Dsh' Attar. He had always hated the smelly old tomes and could not
for the life of him understand why Eetu would not allow him to read the screens that were so much
easier to handle.
Eetu was the librarian in the Village of Som De Noel on Dsh'
Attar, the home planet of his mother, a planet he had loved as a boy and had spent many a decimon
on. Each summer Taroth spent in Som De Noel had been more of an education than the previous year in
the Academy, thanks to Eetu. Though Taroth loved his mother and father, he was inexplicably drawn
to Eetu and was always amazed as to the wealth of information the man seemed to always hold within
him.
The elder man had taught Taroth about everything, from the art of
war to politics to history to art. Eetu had been as much of a father to him as his own had been, if
not more, as his father was always busy with work for the Empire. Eetu had been instrumental in
Taroth's growth into a strong, intelligent man. When the Emperor had made him Regent of the East,
Taroth had chosen Dsh' Attar as his base of operation and had built a luxurious home in the center
of the village, close to one of his most favorite people in the galaxy. Moving to Dsh' Attar had
been a show of respect to the old man, because the man himself was as much a home to Taroth as the
beautiful village he lived in.
Taroth focused back on the room before him, chastising himself for
being so melancholy about home. He sounded like a schoolgirl, weeping about being homesick. What
would Eetu say to him now? He could only laugh inwardly at what responses came to mind.
He walked to the rear of the next building he saw lights radiating
from. Once he approached the opening, he saw a light, and a large table covered with what looked to
him like steaming bowls of food. Hearing the first sounds of voices from within, he knew there were
definitely lifeforms here.
"Keeyy idssss … diiiinnnnn nnerrrrrrrrrr!"
What odd language.
Suddenly, Taroth heard many footsteps approach and he ducked his
head down below the opening. Movement of large items was heard and then quiet. Taroth waited a
moment, and then slowly looked back through the opening and saw his first aliens, all seated around
the large table covered with food. The aliens all held hands and murmured something together, in a
foreign language. And then they all released hands and began heartily talking and digging into the
bowls on the table.
Taroth watched the interaction of these people, and was shocked at
how they looked. If he hadn't known better, he would think they were Ishadarian. And then the full
impact of the dawning realization hit him fully. These creatures look just like us! They ARE
evolved.
He watched the interaction for another few moments, and was struck
with how much these people seemed to genuinely enjoy each other. And once he realized that fact; he
felt as he was intruding into their space. Slowly backing away from the window, his thoughts again
went to Eetu and how much he missed his old friend.
After spying the rest of the buildings in the row, he cautiously
crossed the wide hard ground to the next row of buildings and encountered much of the same. He saw
many creatures eating at tables and talking to each other over their meals. Nothing struck him as
being outright dangerous. He saw no guards posted anywhere, or any surveillance equipment. So once
he had scouted out his assigned area, he went back to the outcropping to share his findings with
the others.
* * * *
Anxiously awaiting Taroth's return, T' Neel pulled him to the side
before he could discuss with the group what he had witnessed.
"So, what was it like? What did you see?"
"They look nearly identical to an Ishadarian."
"WHAT? That's impossible."
"They look to be slightly smaller in size, but for the most part,
they look exactly like us from what I can see. I was only able to see a few groups that seem to be
clans. There is always a chance of other mutations out there, but the only aliens I saw looked
exactly like Ishadarians."
T'Neel looked skeptically at him, but Taroth had more important
things to do than worry about this woman and her incredulity. Moving from in front of her to report
back to the rest of the group, T'Neel grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to her warm
body.
"I was worried for you," she cooed. "I am glad you are back
safely." The apparent lust was written all over her face, and laced her husky voice. "I was worried
you would get hurt and not come back. And the thought of not getting a chance to ever show you how
much I desire you upset me thoroughly." She placed her palm into the heat of his groin, and his
traitorous body answered her touch. He inwardly groaned, hating that his body had given her what
she had hoped for. He would never be able to push her away now.
"T'Neel, you are an incredibly attractive woman and I am aware how
you feel for me. But you know I have found my Daya N'goul, and her brother, my best friend I might
add, is on this scouting trip with us. I don't think it is a good idea for me to follow my baser
instincts."
Her lust addled eyes suddenly were replaced with ones filled with
rage. "A baser instinct? Is that all I would be to you? You rutting like a wild beast with any
piece of ass you can get your hands on? I am so much better than that. How dare you?" She pushed
him away and firmly planted her hands on her hips. "But if you had a soul mate you wouldn't want me
at all, and I have seen the looks you have returned on occasion. So make up a better lie than that.
You want me as much as I want you, so I don't know what the problem is."
Taroth had had enough of her. "Woman, you have been throwing
yourself all over me since before we left for this forsaken world. What did you think I would
assume of you? And you know full well that I can only mate with an Ishadarian woman, and you are
not Ishadarian, so what were you expecting? The best you could have ever asked for was to be my
temporary bed mate. And the only looks I have returned have been piteous." He inwardly cringed at
himself for being such a jackass. He may have thought these things, but she did not deserve to hear
them, no matter how annoying her chase had been.
"I thought we could enjoy a mutual pleasure, but I see you don't
deserve any of my pleasure." With that she whipped her head around and stalked back to the rest of
the group. Once there she stopped and turned, boring holes into him with her venomous eyes, arms
crossed firmly over her ample bosom.
Women. Taroth wondered if he would ever figure them out, but at
least he would not have to continue playing the seduction games she had been throwing his way these
past few bi'near on the return trip home. Although scorned female was not a fun thing to deal with
either, but he deserved her anger and her glare for the dreadful things he had just said to her. He
typically was not so mean, but her constant unwanted attention had finally pushed him past the
brink of sanity. With an exasperated sigh, he walked back to the rest of the group.
Taroth noted his other warriors had just joined the group, and he
asked for them to report first. "Dar, what did you find?"
"Sir, they look Ishadarian." Murmurs ran through the group
assembled before them. "They even have set up a village with familial habitats and such. I found
six groups, and they all look and even sound like us, even though they speak an alien tongue. I did
not scout any dangers, other than a beast I think they keep as a pet, which makes a yipping sound
when you approach and seem to drool quite a bit. The yowling seems to warn the household of
impending danger. Not all homes seem to have the beast, and some of the creatures are quite large,
coming almost to my knee, while others are small."
"I noted the same creatures at one of the habitations I scouted.
They are easy to subdue, and the one I interacted with was on a long cord, which was attached to
its neck, so I feel they are not a major threat either."
T'Neel spoke up, the hurt and anger still apparent in her voice.
"When will we get an opportunity to investigate for ourselves instead of taking the word of a
couple of soldiers?"
Dar looked at Taroth with a searching look, understanding that
something had happened to cool the lust in T'Neel, but he said nothing, just raised an
eyebrow.
Taroth quickly bit back, "How about we hear what Ta'Hall has to
say before we assume all is safe. I wouldn't want you to get hurt out there. I couldn't have that
on my conscience, now could I?"
T'Neel looked like she was ready to shoot venom straight at
Taroth, refusing to answer him. An uncomfortable silence surrounded the group as they all felt the
uneasiness between the two. After several seconds and much squirming around him, he decided to
ignore her angry looks, and turned to his second warrior, Ta' Hall. "What did you find?"
"There seems to be a group of men that patrol the area in a
vehicle of some sort. They wear uniforms, and journey around patrolling the village. The transport
they were in was black and white. And I followed them for some distance back to a building where
two more of the same vehicles were parked. There were two uniformed men in each vehicle I saw
moving. They seem to keep the peace, so I doubt they would be too aggressive, but still, we will
need to keep a distance from them. Other than that, I saw no other defenses to avoid."
"Good work Ta' Hall. Avoid the uniformed men in the black and
white transports, and the small furry creatures that make noise and could alert the residents.
Actually, the race looking like us may be a good thing as most of us will not stand out. I think if
we broke into three groups, one warrior to a group, we could spread out through the village and
investigate easily."
Dar began grouping the party into smaller factions. "Delas, you
and your group, please head out with Ta' Hall. Bris and company, come with me, and T'Neel, why
don't you and your group follow our Regent."
"No, I refuse to go anywhere with that frigulan-headed
man."
Taroth just eyed Dar with a look of disgust. Dar looked back at
him with a look of pure delight, a twinkle in his eyes, hoping to cause his good friend unease on
purpose. Dar seemed to weigh the situation as he looked into his friend's eyes, and Taroth knew he
was about to have fun at his expense, but he was surprised when Dar said, "Okay then T'Neel, you
come with me and Bris can go with our Regent."
T'Neel, realizing that she had shown much too much of her hand,
was blushing slightly, upset at her outburst. She nodded her head and grabbed her gear, joining
Dar's group. Taroth turned to leave, but Dar stopped him, "Sir," he said with a light of amusement
showing in his eyes, "Should I take my group back to the area I previously scouted?"
Taroth's patience was at an end, even for his best friend. He
walked over to the man and placed both hands on either of his massive shoulders. "Yes, take them
back. And if you want to go ahead with the shooting of the legs plan, start with the obstinate
redhead in your group."
* * * *
The scouting party roamed over the small town for more than a
week, noting the similarities and differences with the aliens and their own races. One of the
scientists was also a linguist and was able to figure out their language within a few days, but
once they explored more, they found that the creatures on the planet spoke several. But one was
better than none, and at least they could start figuring out the world around them.
They had found that the gems they had brought allowed them to
barter for items, such as clothing, which they purchased to fit in better with the creatures in the
community. Initially, the group was eyed quite suspiciously, but once they started bartering more
and more with the townsfolk, it seemed the inhabitants were less worried over them being strangers
and more worried about acquiring more of the beautiful gems. The group had fun interacting with the
populous, and the creatures there assumed that they were from another part of the planet, instead
of another planet entirely, and called them "the tourists". Most of the residents seemed to find
humor at the group exploring the village. They spent hours roaming, taking readings and noting
every aspect of the society.
By the second week, they had discovered that there were billions
of lifeforms on the planet, and most were citizens of what were called countries and states. They
learned that they had landed in a desert in the western part of one of the stronger nations on the
planet. Depending heavily upon their photographic memories, by the end of the third week, each
member of the scouting party had figured out the complex political and social structures of the
planet, learned at least two of the languages, and were able to interact with most of the citizens
of the town.
They decided then that it was time to explore more of this planet
and to locate themselves into one of the larger cities that bordered the desert they had hidden
their ship in. Their next location was decided, as it was the closest large city. It was time to go
to Las Vegas, in the State of Nevada, in the United States of America on Planet Earth.
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