GALACTIC NOMADS

Hello, my name is Shirsing Swarosanna, my brother is Tensing Swarosonna and we both were born on the starship NIRA36. Our parents were both part of the original crew, sent from their home on planet Paltas4 in the Neering Cluster, to participate in the birth of a new civilization. This ascension of an entire planetary population had never been witnessed before in our galaxy and many of our world were eager to participate.

The shifting planet has been inhabited by a warring civilization and has not advanced from their primitive status over thousands of generations and now is at a tipping-point between self-destruction and ascension. This world now rests on the brink of destruction and will either implode or rise up to join the higher realms and the numerous star races awaiting their arrival.

After the death of our parents, my bother and I had applied to offer services aboard the starship Bellator and are now parked in a high orbit above the little teal colored world, in great anticipation of the coming event. Our parents had both been killed while attempting a lateral time jump as one of the first efforts in readjusting the warping barriers in this section of time and space. The instruments on their craft had registered the designated landing spot as safely located in a remote and barren area, yet was proven to be a region surrounding an ethereal flux possessing a time irregularity where the planet was not yet formed and therefore not solidified and weaved between prospective futures, through a series of continuous waves of potential, each interfering with the next, creating an infinity of time folds and possible realities. The ship, as soon as it entered the flux began to fracture and in seconds had completely disintegrated, including the next two scout ships that followed, as there was not a moment to warn them.

This tragedy is what brought Tensing and myself to the decision of joining in this same assignment, which is to restabilize the tense planet now suspended below our restless crew, as we impatiently wait for the next signal to come from the command post aboard the mothership. Our lives aboard ship are often tense or tedious with daily chores, yet other times can be incredibly peaceful, even playful with games among the crew.

The moments most dangerous for those aboard are when we are assigned to insert ourselves into the chaos below. As this world is alien to our own, any physical visit onto this savage planet can be hazardous to our bodies for one of a variety of reasons, the most pronounced being the considerable anatomical and respiratory differences and requirements from our own. My own most recent command was to lead a small group down into a cavernous interior below a zone of heavy conflict and open fighting. Our computer measurements had shown what read as an anomalous density oscillation within what should be a solid portion of ground sediment which had all outward appearance of consisting of a hard rocky material. What had puzzled our science officer was that within this rocklike ground were detected several life signs where there should be none. We were assigned to investigate this mystery and report it back to Council.

The journey to the site took us three of your rotational cycles, climbing down through the steep underground chambers to the anomaly. We immediately found an opening that was cloaked both visibly and materially, but revealed by our instruments to be an unobstructed spacious cave. We were able to discern that this cloaking or camouflage was accomplished through a system of gravitational waves that continually impede one another, creating a section of material instability, like a candle flickering through atmospheric currents, never captured in stillness of one moment or another, but constantly weaving between the material and the immaterial or non-structure, yet never resolving into one. The vibrational oscillation between these two realities was meant to create a condition where it would be impossible for a corporeal being either to enter or to leave. However, our advanced technology allowed us to stabilize the flux long enough to accomplish our mission.

The life signs inside were found to consist of five small entities who had been captured from the surface and held to be altered genetically with the brutal plan of creating them as future slaves, through the addition of artificial implants which would build an entity of super strength and ability. The little beings were each held in a large vat filled with a milky liquid, intended to keep them alive and healthy until the alterations could be made. Our instruments showed all five were healthy, but in a state of enforced stasis and fortunately for them allowed them to remain unaware of where they were or what had happened to them.

Because of the depth of the terrain and the fluctuating energy waves, we found it would be impossible to transfer them directly onto our ship. All we would be able to do would be to bring them to the surface. It was then decided to send an alert to the medical starship Angelus to have their crew teleport them up from the surface and into the safety and care of those personnel trained for such rescues. The little beings would be placed into restoration pods until their health was restored and then counseling by the curlator until they could either be retuned to family or brought to a planet suited to their biological race. This great starship Angelus has traveled the galaxies for thousands of years performing just this sort of rescue and rehabilitation of countless individuals and diverse groups.

Our lives and circumstances are quite unlike a human living a terrestrial life. I would like to share much more with you of our joys and sorrows that have made up this life, the days spent with our parents on our home ship NIRA and the glorious adventures we had visiting other worlds, our times at school and training colleges then the conservatory for time seminars. Yet what might be of more interest would be those things that make us most dissimilar to the human race, as in appearance and reproduction.

My body does not resemble you who are watching this. I could not survive on your planet or you on mine. I could not breathe your air or bear your sun or your density, yet all the same, I am your sister as much as I am the sister of Tensing, my twin brother. All children of our race are twins, one male one female. Like you, I have a torso with arms and legs, yet the stature and features are very different. Our skin is a light turquoise color and very fragile to harsh light or contact. Those humans who have seen us call us beautiful and angelic, yet we are neither. We are who we are, a race of nomadic travelers, roaming the galaxies in search of knowledge and growing and expanding through each interchange and circumstance.

We are known throughout the universes as disciples of science, seeking to understand all within the physical nature of time and space. Over millennia we have been in communication with humans in one way or another, either through holographic visual or through telepathic thought transfer, which is how this is accomplished in this transmission. We often come only to say hello, or to certain individuals who have asked us for guidance or contact.

We will not be landing on your planet. This is for other races more suited to your planetary environment and conditions. We will however, continue to participate as we have in the many ways I spoke of earlier, often taking a part in a planet’s awakening from one conscious understanding into a greater one, what humans refer to as ascension. We will also reveal ourselves to the human race at their final transport into the higher realms, as we have held sentry above your world for more than a hundred years now and have become familiar with your people and circumstance and feel a great kinship with many, perhaps especially with those of our race who have chosen to report as seeds of inspiration and knowledge to what is called mankind.

When we teleport into a body it must be a twin, both female and male and both bodies prepared, for each of our race is one soul inhabiting two physical bodies of opposite poles therefore could not incarnate or walk-in to one body without the partnering body. This of course means if one is killed or dies we both do, as was the case with our parents, who were, as we all are, twins.

Unlike humans, we do not reproduce sexually and are not born of a mother’s womb. We begin as a grouping of cells within a tissue structure formed from the salivary glands of the parental hosts at a time chosen by both to procreate. This is triggered hormonally throughout the couple’s lives and can be elected to express whenever the parents decide.

Once the potential parents have resolved to reproduce, they release samples of saliva into a pouch located on the upper back of each individual. One partner will be the chosen host and they both, over the next several months, place the salivary samples into the designated pouch. Once the pouch is properly filled the samples begin to coagulate into a single construction, which grows over a space of what humans would refer to as three months. At the end of that three months, the fleshy mass will start to separate and reorganize into two structures which after another span of months will emerge from the pouch as two small individual clones of their parents, one male one female, and over the next three years, grow to full adulthood.

It has been my honor to speak with you today and share a little of my race and our lives. My main message beside a hearty hello is to welcome you to an alternate world from the one you now inhabit, a world of peaceful yet exciting exploit and journey, exploring deep into the stars and beyond, worlds and realms of mystery and astounding beauty, worlds like ones so many of you might have once called home. Cantasola. Goodbye