Tootplanet 7-16-4: Another Viewpoint

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 16-4 – another viewpoint

Slek was still watching the sky.  Slek had been watching for days now, taking every turn that was available.  

The Periln hadn’t come back.  By this point it was almost safe to believe that they wouldn’t.

They had begun rebuilding carefully, within the ruins of their lost city. They had sent out very low-frequency signals, looking for more survivors.

They could, perhaps, make a go of life again.  But only if the Periln or someone like them didn’t return.

Slek couldn’t help thinking how much easier it would be to rebuild with help, though.


Tootplanet: Another Viewpoint, planet 7.16.3

7-16-3–another viewpoint,  continued.

The reply to their reply took many[brownish, with suggestions of green] days, so long that Lior (red-phasing-to-blue/greenish tips gone yellow) believed they would hear nothing.  Had their reply been too bland? Not bland enough? How were they to know, when the probe allowed for nothing like color in its sending?

When it returned, Lior was pleased(Green, so green) to find they had included video. But their faces… spoke only of tired/sorrow?

These were not people Lior wished to communicate with.



Tootplanet 7-10-1: Another Viewpoint

Or-en-al-en was not sure what had happened to reno life.

One moment, ren had been working in the forest, seeking out the best fronds for a rug-weaving, reno specialty.  The next moment, ren had been nearly killed by a death-thing from the sky!

That had been nearly an entire sun cycle past.

Now ren spent all of reno time talking to the Smartest Ones, the Ladies, or, might the depths protect ren, the Highest.

And yet there was still nothing ren could tell any of them, and reno rugs were unwoven and reno home was unsoftened.

Ren found that more and more, ren wished the brightness of death-fire, only, on the hyu-men who had sent this death-thing.

Except on the days of the full blue moon, when all stood in the center of town and spoke.  Then, the ones who were most lovely wished to speak to Or-en-al-en, because ren spoke to the Ladies.  

Then, ren thought the death-thing might not have been so awful.



Tootplanet 7-24-5: Another Viewpoint

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub 24-5 – Another View

Salek and Elkel saw the Strange Beings come down from the sky.

They spent four hours tucked in the boll of a tree arguing if they were the Malevolent Wings or the Beneficent Wings or, because they showed no literal wings on their bodies, if they were not Wings at all but some other creature.

Elkel bounced into their magical shield.


Tootplanet: Another Viewpoint

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 16-4 – another viewpoint

It had been Slek’s turn on the sky-scope, so it was Slek who saw the spaceship settling above their atmosphere and Slek who noticed all of the readings of a determined scanning. Not the Periln; the instruments read differently, enough that Slek was pretty sure they noticed there were people left on the planet.

If the Periln had noticed, they would have sent down a cleaning crew.

This ship… just scanned, scanned again, and left. Slek swore and cursed many of their ancestors and descendants before writing it all down in the log.


Tootplanet: Another Viewpoint

7-16-3–another viewpoint

The greeting probe was bland. It spoke in a monotone that seemed to carry no inflection at all.

Lior(red-phasing-to-blue/greenish tips) listen/watched 3 times but there was nothing of hue or shade. How to understand it, then? Lior took it to the [green-on-the-water-blue place], but even there, they were baffled.

They began to prepare a reply, shaded as neutrally as possible.Sending it back was easy.  But how to communicate with such BLAND people?



Tootplanet: Another Viewpoint

Star Log, Sec. 7, Sub. 10 — another viewpoint

Or-en-al-en studied the death-thing unfolded in front of ren. It was not offering any threat & its smells were neutral, but it had fallen with great force and damaged the ground-fronds. If there had been a person standing there, or a drag-beast…!

The death-thing unfolded slowly and hissed and clacked.  It repeated its hisses in several other tones.  Or-en-al-en hissed back at it, attempting to imitate its tone.  Was it threatening ren?  Was it offering proposition (the same thing, from a death-thing).  

The death-thing splurtled.  “Greetings.”

Or-en-al-en jumped backwards.

Or-en-al-en continued

It had been a half-red-moon and a full-blue-moon since Or-en-al-en had found the death-thing.  Ren had taken it to the Smart Ones & they in turn had taken it to the Smartest Ones & they, in turn, had taken it to the Ladies.

The Ladies had spoken to the death-thing and it had spoken back.  It was from hyu-men, from Eff-Es-Es-An-Je-loo, from Fed-ray-shun.  It explained that it was here to say hello.

Why it was a death thing to say hello, nobody could agree.  Perhaps this Fed-ray-shun wished a war?

The Ladies had decided it was not time for war. Yet. Or-en-al-en was beginning to wish ren had ignored the death-thing.