I ruffle through the newspaper, trying to figure out what I can expect from this stupid planet. Look, I am a member of one of the greatest defence forces in the galaxy and I of all people should know that Earth is a shit hole.

It's got a ocean, yes, and plenty of creatures that could supply meat and other important goods. But it's the main sentient creatures on the planet that's the problem. Humans. Strange creatures, almost to the point were most other creatures consider getting stranded on Earth as a death sentence.

I tense up a bit as I hear a loud vehicle pulls up the desert highway before stopping at the road stop. A bike. I think that's what that is. Strange, I didn't quiet expect anyone to be out here. I keep my gaze onto the newspaper and mumble softly to myself.

"Great. A human."