I still own nothing.
Chapter Two
As I said, my name is Zemfar.
I am Ketran. My planet is called Ket. You have obviously heard of the Ketran Empire, but for those who have not, I will explain.
8 centuries ago, my species achieved space flight. We met a primitive warrior species called the Capasins. This started an interstellar war. We, the Ketrans, forced other races to fight for us. We soon overpowered the Capasins, but their followers still remained. Within a decade we won, and formed an Empire. Since then, we have been a Warrior Empire, conquering other races we encounter and forming alliances with more powerful adversaries.
Anyway, I came back to the real world. In my normal state, I have four wings, four docking pods and two talons. I have yellow feathers, with tar black skin underneath. I have a large beak, two eyes and hearing slits on the side of my head, or 'ears' as some off-worlders call them.
My planet used to be completely inhospitable to life. The surface was covered with acid seas, lava flows and strangle-vines. We Ketrans had to reside in the crystals above.
Then the Generationals came.
It was only about a century ago, so we were still a technological Empire.
When the Generationals came, they did not even think about the possibility of life anywhere other than the surface.
We ambushed them on their second time coming, destroying their air-skimmers with laser-pistols, and taking the scientists hostage. The Generational mother ship was well armed, but wished to find a peaceful alternative to battle. We took over their ship and went to war with the Generationals. They were more advanced than the Capasins, and it took fifty years to defeat them, and even today rebels still exist.
Anyway, I returned to the real world, and, quickly checking there were no memms for me, I set off for free flight.
I had promised to meet a friend of mine, Ladfar, for a Hunt. Usually, Hunts involved flying down to the surface, and killing as many Jamin Snakes as possible without being hit. As a safety precaution we wore special helmets, which took over our flight if we became injured.
Ladfar preferred Hunting without the Helmets. And so did I.
We met in the Crystal Green-302, to plan our Hunt.
"Remember, no weapons this time, only talons And only aim for the Jamin Snakes. I still have a bruise from last time." Ladfar instructed.
I laughed. Ladfar was always one to bend the rules on every occasion possible, so it was very hypocritical of her to scold me.
"I know, Hauton." I teased her, calling her by her game name.
"I wish you wouldn't call me that. I only played that game once. How was I to know Hauton meant 'Cheat' in Capasin?"
"Well, it was convenient." I replied. "You tried to hotwire the game to play as three separate species."
"Only because you chose the most powerful Empire the game had to offer. I doubt even the Ketrans would survive against those guys."
"Yeah, the Yeerks were something." I sipped my Gula juice. "Anyway, shall we be off?"
"As long as you put that Crossbow back." She said, calmly. "You must have done some careful planning to steal that from the museum. I heard it was one of the most heavily guarded artefacts there."
"That's nothing compared with what I'm planning now." I replied smoothly, though inside I panicked, trying to make some rare artefact up that I could pretend to steal.
"I'm sure it is." Ladfar suddenly spread her wings and swooped down to the surface. Furious at myself for letting her get a head start, I threw some chips on the bar table for my Gula juice, and swooped down after her.