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have been photographing them for
decades while their governments deny our existence. I confess , we haven’t been very good at being stealthy, certainly not as clandestine as
the Greys. But at least as far as I know, our physical forms have never been
photographed by humans. Not so for the Greys who seem to be photographed all
over the place. But that is because they apparently land and perform
experiments on humans, always without consent. The Greys are indeed a strange
race. I’ll tell you more about them later.
    I sometimes go off on tangents but I wanted to say a few
things about the ship, crew and passengers. The ship was one of our smaller
transport ships in the Shuja series. It holds about twenty
passengers comfortably. The crew consisted of the Captain Oriel-Meissa, Second
Captain Arial- Alterf , Engineers Arial- Kuma , Arial- Baham and Chef Oriel- Ascella . The passenger list included me and eight other
Phase II cadets. I was disappointed when I learned there were no other medical
team cadets. The others were all part of the cultural-tribal study group so I
was a bit out of the conversation loop. But I did find it interesting listening
to all the conversation about Earthly wars.
    “I just can’t seem to comprehend the American Civil War.” Adara Oriel- Situla argued. “It
was people of the same country fighting each other. They couldn’t come to an
agreement so they slaughtered each other.”
    “It was about slavery and about the southern half of the
country becoming a separate nation, wasn’t it?” Zavijah Arial- Unukalhai said. “If they had waited instead of
rushing to war, perhaps they could have come to an agreement. Perhaps all those
people didn’t need to die.”
    “It seems that’s the way humans are. The have a disagreement
and if they can’t resolve it quickly, they kill each other,” Adara Oriel- Situla said.
    “And how about World War II?” Adara Oriel- Situla asked. “They
burned people in ovens because they followed a different religion.”
    “Are we sure we really want to live among humans?” Zavijah Arial- Unukalhai asked
with a nervous laugh.
    I finally entered the conversation which only resulted in
strange looks from the other cadets. “Humans have passion. It is what causes
them to fight. It is also what causes them to be capable of producing some of
the most wonderful music and art in the entire universe. I am anxious to meet
them.” 
     

3
- Landing
     
    As we began our orbit of P3 (Earth), I looked at the
beautiful bluish planet and tried to imagine all the different variations of
people going about their lives. Life on Ranjisan had existed for millions of
years so the physical differences in our people had gradually melded together.
It is very rare to see a Ranjisi person who is overweight so I was prepared for
the physical variation of Earth humans. I had been studying all the different
geographical regions of Earth and I was looking forward to seeing in person,
the wide variety of humans.
    The captain of our ship was considered one of the best.
Captain Arial-Meissa had made over 200 landings without detection by Earth
systems. Our destination was a rocky cliff on the western coast of a place
known by humans as Easter Island, Chile. Captain Meissa powered down all the
ship’s exterior lighting as we sliced our way into Earth’s atmosphere. We were
all looking out the ship portals but we couldn’t see anything.
    Captain Meissa spoke over the ship’s communication system.
“We’re descending through a thick layer of clouds and the sun is setting where
we are going. You should be able to see more in a few seconds.”
    “Wow,” I whispered out loud. The other cadets were awed and
speechless watching the dramatic scene coming to life outside the portals. Just
as the captain had said, the ship broke through the bottom of the cloud layer and
the view was overwhelming. On the far horizon, the sky was layered in shades of
red and orange and looked like it was on fire.