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“Don’t suppose you all could just, I don’t know, speak English? Or somehow magically help me understand your wet, snotty language?” My tone was sarcastic, and my voice didn’t quake. If I was going to be abducted and probed, or whatever, I wouldn’t be a whiny, useless damsel about it. I’d be strong, because I wasn’t a pretty thing with zero skill like Derek thought.

Their mirrored gazes were on me again, the closest untwisting its body to face me once more.

Each of them began to ripple in a new pattern. Their colors even coordinated, shifting into warm, lovely yellow hues. It was as if faraway stars had settled into their bodies, offering me light.

A few damp clicks.

A sloshy sigh.

A bubbling grunt.

And the warm colored one dropped to the ground and began slipping away.

The other two moved to flank me once again, six tentacles each rising to wave through the air. They curved those long, tentacular appendages into a circled barrier, fencing me inside.

“Don’t suppose either of you know a few good intergalactic ice breakers?” I murmured. I clamped my mouth shut, feeling stupid. They ‘said’ nothing, stood there rippling and flowing and preventing me from leaving.

“Okay, I’ll start,” the words tumbled out before I could stop them. I chattered when I was nervous. “What did the human say to the squid aliens when they crash-landed into her barn?” I paused, butterflies nervously flitting in my uneasy stomach. “Bloop, blip, snort, spit,” I said quickly, trying to mimic their weird ass sounds.

Their colors shifted.

Violent hues forced into once serene paint strokes.

Oh… crap. Maybe I’d accidentally said something offensive.

10

CYRO, VANTOR, KALITH

Four legs are anatomically and quantifiably better than two.

CYRO

Seeing the small biped in the light of day, not surrounded by the purple ozone byproduct of our ship adjusting to this world’s parameters, was like seeing it for the first time.

It waved its primitive tool with frantic energy, its vocal emanations sharp and staccato in the morning air. My sensory receptors tracked each movement, but it was the creature's cranial filaments that truly captured my attention—fiery red strands that caught the sunlight and seemed to burn with their own internal energy. Nothing on our ocean world displayed such vibrant coloration outside of warning displays. Was this a threat posture? A mating signal? My chromatophores pulsed with curiosity as I extended a tentacle toward those fascinating strands.

The land-dwelling creature's vocalizations increased in volume, its mouth opening wider to reveal blunt white protrusions—likely for crushing food rather than tearing prey. Primitive, yet efficient for its apparent dietary needs. Its upper appendages clutched the metal-tipped tool with surprising dexterity, suggesting at least basic tool use. Still, compared to the majestic four-legged beings we'd encountered earlier, this small vertical biped seemed far less evolved. The four-legged creatures at least possessed the wisdom to retreat from potential danger.

"Fascinating pigmentation," I communicated to Vantor and Kalith through a complex ripple of bioluminescent patterns across my mantle combined with the squelching gurgles that sounded eloquent on our world, but on this world became stunted, mangled utterances that struck my auditory nerves in an unpleasant way. "The cranial filaments appear to be keratin-based, similar to other mammalian structures we've studied, but the coloration is remarkably intense."

"Its scent is… stimulating," Vantor replied, his skin flashing with patterns of cautious assessment.

“Yes, nothing like the other Earthian mammals we’ve studied in captivity. More complex.” I agreed.

“More... potent," Kalith added.

He was right. My olfactory receptors had been processing the small biped's chemical signatures since our first encounter. The scent cloud surrounding it shifted constantly, a complex molecular symphony that told a story my brain struggled to translate. Even now, the scent was changing, becoming sharper, more acidic—a stress response, perhaps? Yet underneath that acidity lingered something sweet and alluring, triggering receptors I didn't even know I possessed.

I moved my tentacle closer to the red filaments, modulating my movements to appear non-threatening. The creature's eyes—round, white organs with striking blue centers—widened dramatically. Its pupils contracted to pinpoints, another stress response. How wonderfully transparent its emotional states were, displayed on its features for any observer to read. So jarringly primitive compared to our sophisticated chromatophore communication.

The biped suddenly lurched backward, its lower appendages tangling with each other as it struggled to maintain vertical orientation. A high-pitched sound escaped its respiratory opening as it nearly lost balance. The biochemical cloud around it intensified, flooding my sensory receptors with new information—fear, primarily, but also something more complex that I couldn't quite categorize with our existing xenobiological frameworks.

My skin flashed with patterns of excitement, shifting from my default lavender to a vibrant turquoise that rippled across my mantle in waves. Such a dramatic reaction to simple curiosity! The scientific potential of studying this creature's responses was considerable, though clearly secondary to our main mission objectives. Still, while we were stranded on this landmass, we might as well collect useful data.

"Its balance seems precarious on those rigid lower appendages," I noted to my companions, my chromatophores pulsing with amused observation. "Highly inefficient locomotion compared to our fluid movement. The limbs cannot even bisect for increased stability."

"Effective enough," Kalith responded, his earth-toned skin flickering with interest.