In March of 2003 Robert Jackson drifts off to sleep and dreams of his first mission into space in 1986, just before he is awakened and called to his second mission.
"Inauctu so bevratum." the alien female said as she stood there leaning over me, while shaking me awake. "Huh, what did you say?" I asked, as I rolled over and searched for the translator that had fallen from my left ear.
"Glart moy wadon sek nad!" the alien croaked as its hand shot out like a bolt of lightening to choke my brother. "What did it say, hurry up somebody?" asked David as he began shaking the not so defenseless little creature. "Tell me?"
"Yeoman, may I ask you what a Slopan Sliver and a Thrug Sherbet is?" my brother asked. "A Slorpan Sliver and a Thrug Shalurt are . . . or were horrendously fanged creatures that once lived in the worst of filth and slime or garbage in the swamps and bogs of the planet Perrina." Zaella Zaranazi answered.