Empyrean Iris Story Collection

Mimicry

The engines of the GA transport ship kicked up a storm of blue dust as it descended towards the sandy desert plateau. Little creatures fled in earnest from the buffeting gusts of wind and the loud rumbling of the engines fleeing out into the dessert on many legs and stumpy wings. Twisted, yellow-barked bulb trees cracked and bent under the powerful gusts of wind swaying gently back and forth as the billowing blue dust cloud came to overtake them.

The GA shuttle landed lightly on the surface of the planet, three-pronged body burying it's struts deep into the desert planet's sandy skin. Dirt continued to swirl up and around the shuttle, until the engines were cut, and the power was stalled.

With a low whirring grumble, the ship whined into dormancy allowing the dust to settle and leaving nothing but the low mournful whistle of wind in the desert.

The shuttle door opened, and the Rundi scientists jogged out onto their home planet's dusty surface, their feet padding softly against the sand. The dark greens and brown of their skin, while not exactly camouflage against the blue sand did help them to blend into some of the lower lying rock-shrubs on the horizon.

The air in the desert was bone dry and dusty blue. The horizon was a haze of wind blown sand against a green/yellow sky.

The slow expansion of the rundi sun had turned their once, yellow star, red. It had been like that for many years now, and not even their most ancient texts remembered the days when the sky was blue.

Boots clattered on the ramp down onto the sand, and the human placed his hands on his hips wide eyes staring out at the strange alien planet's surface.

"Everything alright, Jim."

The human turned coming face to face with the GA ship's pilot. He grinned, "Couldn't be better." Together the two of them walked down the ramp and onto a light dusting of blue sand. The human reached down scooping up a cup of the strange and beautiful sand, letting it trickle through his fingers.

"Thank you, commander, for offering to help." he turned to look at the Rundi, "And thank you immeasurably for giving me this opportunity to help you. I never would have thought.... I mean I am a wildlife expert, but alien wildlife.... That's an entirely different story."

The rundi bowed their heads as was their manor, though they weren't entirely sure what the human had said. He had a strange accent that threw off cheaper translation models. While many of the older models COULD understand the multitude of human languages, deviations in accents was still nuanced and difficult to pick up for even the most expensive piece of equipment.

He turned to look at the commander, "Do you know what makes the sand blue. It is the most fascinating thing I think I have ever seen."

The commander picked up a handful of dirt and let it trail through his fingers, "I think it has to do with the extreme presence of copper in the soil, oxidized copper likes to turn blue, and with bacteria in the soil producing ammonia, i think you can get even darker shades than this."

The human lifted his head smelling at the air, "it's very dry, obviously this is a desert planet, or at least a dessert on a planet."

"A dessert planet." The commander said, motioning to the group of rundi who stood out in the sand examining the plants for signs of wildlife, "Rundi are actually allergic to water, which is why they were making us wear gloves and masks."

"Allergic to water? How do they survive then?"

"They can get moisture in other forms, I guess. Water being as scarce as it is on this planet, at least on the surface. There are vast underworld reservoirs and rivers, which feed the plants you see here. Their roots are extremely deep, deeper than any earth plant. Eating those plants provides the Rundi with everything they need." He motioned onward, "The thoraxes act as a sort of fat deposit so they can go for months at a time without eating."