![]() ![]() 'Go and warn the universe about the Agaran menace.'Ĭoralgrower flees, charging through the dark cave, trying to ignore the sounds of battle behind her. 'Go,' one of the older missionaries whispers to Coralgrower. One of the missionaries breathes a sigh of relief, and then the camouflage is torn away from the cave entrance, and the Agarans stand there, murder in their mushroom eyes. The missionaries - or what remains of them anyway - huddle together in the cave. Then, seemingly as if commanded by a silent voice, they began to attack. The Agarans stared at them, then began to jabber in that strange, unknown language. Blindly, arrogantly, the missionaries approached. The smell of blood and fire lingered on the air. The missionaries encountered the first group standing around a towering monolith made of plant matter. But here, on this remote planet, the Agarans proved just as menacing as any other murderous plant. To guide them down the right path, to distance them from the vile Florans. Of course, the Hylotl sent their peace missionaries to make contact, to understand this strange, mushroom-like species. Sure, they've been cropping up more and more around the galaxy spreading, spore-like, although nobody has ever seen them engage in space travel. But the Agarans have been peaceful until now. What creature isn't these days? The Agarans are plants - the Hylotl knew this coming to the planet, they knew the risks, the suspicion the Agarans regard them with, their unknown connection to the Florans. ![]() Hungry, thirsty, cold, warmed only by the campfire they dare not light until they're sure the creatures outside are gone.Īgarans, they are called. He recovered, but they're in a bad way now. They ran out of bandages days ago, after Kawaski slipped down a cliff and needed patching up. The Hylotl are down to their last ration pack now. The automated translators fail to parse the chattering, but the Hylotl know. Unusual, garbled chattering an alien language, unknown to the Universal Linguistics Database. Outside of their cave, the entrance of which they've disguised with a net of branches and leaves, strange noises can be heard. They have no luck, just like the last time, and the time before, and the time before that. Omewhere, out there amongst the stars, a group of Hylotl peace missionaries fiddle with their radio and attempt to contact home. ![]()
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