AlienAlliance

“All that I’m saying,” Supervisor Selanis insisted, “is that I don’t know what father was thinking.” “Just so we’re being clear,” Ventro said, watching the little creature hop along at his feet and worrying, as he often did, over the possibility that a brief lapse of attention on either of their parts could very well end in his needing to pick squashed scraps of tellurian fur from his dactyli. Everyone else was wise enough to keep their distance, but Selanis seemed determined to stay close to him as a matter of principle. “You will all be completely dependent on life support fields or suits the entire time that we’re on planet, and half-blinded besides. But you’re worried about me.” “We won’t be able to use antigrav on the journey from the landing platform to the research station,” Selanis said. She’d raised this concern before. Ventro sighed and shifted their luggage on his back, preparing for the upcoming security check as they neared the end of the docking tunnel. “We won’t have