“There is no need earthling. There are proper medical facilities for my injuries on my home planet.” The alien said turning to the debris of her ship and tinkering with something.
“But, that thing is totaled. How will you get back?” Lindsey asked stepping closer to the wreckage, curious to see what the alien was working on.
“The same way I came across the galaxy: an artificial wormhole.” The alien said not looking back at Lindsey or noticing that the human had come closer. “My ship’s reactor core is able to create such wormholes with minimal effort in space; but it’ll take some power to make one in an atmosphere, and that is safe to go through without any protection. I never realized how much I appreciated the scientists and engineers that designed this. But then I’ve never had a crash like this before.”
Lindsey watched silently as the alien worked. She stepped closer once again as the remains of the meteor started humming. The hum grew louder, and then suddenly stopped. An instant later there was a large and bright flash of purple light.
Jeff Regan, a retired old police officer came into his backyard in the morning to water the rose bushes along his back fence, mumbling about last night’s abrupt end to his satellite television connection. Through the chain link fence he saw his neighbor, Lindsey’s, yard. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, all that was there was an empty hole.
Lynam'ra* inhaled deeply after her feet touched the familiar Cyprarcaean ground. “[Ah, it’s so good to be home.]”** She sighed happily. Rekoo'la wouldn’t be too happy about the lost ship, but after hitting that metal structure above Earth there wasn’t much else that she could do. Lynam'ra glanced ahead and was pleased to see she had landed a short ways away from a city. She was about to start toward the city when she heard a familiar sounding moan behind her. It was familiar for two reasons: 1) she herself had made similar sickened moans the first few times she’d gone through a wormhole; and 2) it had the same tone as the voice of the human girl she encountered before teleporting. “[Oh no. She didn’t…]” Lynam'ra whispered fearfully as she cautiously turned around. It indeed was the human girl, lying on her back still as huge to Lynam'ra as she was on Earth.
Lindsey moaned again as she woke up. She remembered seeing the tiny alien woman working, hearing the hum from the spaceship wreckage, and the seeing a flash of purple before everything went black. She opened her eyes and blinked in surprise. The sky above her wasn’t blue or even the black of night, it was red like her uncle’s truck. She chanced a glance at the sun, realizing it was daytime, and saw it was blue like her shirt, the clouds were black, the tiny blades of grass she was lying on were a pale pink; the dirt beneath it was an even paler blue-purple. “Wha-! Where, where am I?” Lindsey tensely asked aloud, though to whom she had no clue.
“Oh, this is not good, this is not good at all.” A familiar voice said.
Lindsey turned her head, still queasy from whatever occurred, and was both shocked and kind of pleased to see the alien woman from earlier. “Hey, it’s you. What happened?” Lindsey asked.
“I teleported home and, intentionally or not, you hitched along. So… welcome to Cyprarcaea, where no human has been before. And just so we get it out of our way, my name is Lynam'ra.” The alien woman replied.
“I’m Lindsey. So uh, is every one of your people like you?” Lindsey asked.
“Yyyyyeeeessss. Why do you ask?” Lynam'ra answered nervously.
*for naming the aliens please use this template:
Females: Like Lynam'ra; five letters, an apostrophe, and then two letters
Males: Three letters, an apostrophe, and then four letters
**Use brackets [] to symbolize a translation from Lynam'ra’s language. Such as when aliens are talking to each other
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