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something?” she
asked.
    “We’ve all been immunized, so you can’t
infect us with any of your diseases,” he reassured her.
    “Gee . . . good for you. I wouldn’t want to
infect you with my diseases,” Jillian mimicked sarcastically. She
was offended at being treated like a second-class citizen on her
own planet.
    They walked into a circular sitting area with
gentle lighting. Aromatic alien flowers in planters were
interspersed between cushioned lounges. Other types of seats filled
the area and Jillian imagined they might be for races that were
formed differently like Sclurp with his three legs. “You wait here.
I’ll get the others. You’re not allowed in some sections . . .
actually, you’re not allowed in the station at all . . . but here
is better than the other areas.” Jillian folded her arms and
watched him enter a passage to the left.
    It was mostly quiet with the exception of a
small fountain running down a section of wall behind a planter. The
environment was warm and humid after coming in from the cool
mountain air. She considered sitting, but didn’t want to get too
comfortable in a dangerous situation. The flowers were pretty and
she was about to go smell one before thinking it might eat her
nose. One never knows with alien plants, she thought to
herself.
    “Hello, Jillian. I’m Nyxulla,” a woman’s
sensual voice lilted through the air. Sensual was the only word to
describe it, like one of those sultry sirens portrayed in old
detective movies. Only the individual coming into the sitting room
was not human. She had creamy, dark green skin, emerald eyes and
violet hair cascading down her back like silk. She was everything a
virile starship captain would want in a five and a half foot tall
alien woman. “Sclurp tells me you attacked him and broke his
invisibility device.”
    The accusation infuriated Jillian. “I did not
attack him! He keeps stealing my coffee!”
    The alien woman made a calming gesture and
chuckled pleasantly. “I know. Sclurp is a terrible addict and while
he’s good with equipment, he’s an idiot in every other aspect of
life.” She put a hand on her hip and glared at the three-legged
alien who had followed her into the room and was hanging his head
in shame. Even in that pose, Nyxulla was sexy. Jillian was
disturbed by that fact.
    Buffy the BEM entered the room. Jillian knew
it was Buffy because of the big bug eyes and monstrous appearance.
The new alien wasn’t large, only about four feet tall, but two
enormous eyes covered each side of its oversized head. It had a
large jaw with sharp teeth and multiple nostrils peppered in the
front of the face. Unlike a bug, it only had two arms and legs, but
at the end of each hand were three fingers interspersed with three
talons. Jillian couldn’t imagine how the digits would work
together.
    “Nonetheless, we are presented with a very
serious problem,” Buffy stated with the air of a well-read
individual who sounded half like a man and half like a proper
Victorian lady. It was disconcerting. The translators seemed to
deliver distinct personalities for each alien. Jillian wondered if
they were individual preferences or if the translators portrayed
the personality of their owners through some sort of
programming.
    Jillian chose not to respond. She was in so
far over her head that any attempt to guess the best words would be
futile. Everything was surreal and she was looking at the aliens
with a detached fascination by that point.
    Nyxulla’s beauty was mesmerizing even to
Jillian who normally didn’t find women attractive. The alluring
alien sat on one of the lounges and rested her arm over the back of
it. “Jillian, we’d like to hear what happened from your point of
view. Please have a seat and tell us everything. I promise we won’t
bite.” She gestured to the lounges against the wall. Jillian wasn’t
sure if the part about not biting was true, but she sat on a
cushioned seat across the way from Nyxulla. The female