The caravan shuttled forward into what was the approaching dusk at our present location 41.2565° N, 95.9345° W (they call it “Omaha”). Our species sees the same colors, but not all on this detail do- their loss I guess, but they all serve below deck anyway.

Comfortably in the jet stream, Venus layed out ahead above the horizon of this planet, another rest stop on our long journey. We’d harvest some sulfur and carbon from the atmosphere there, that would fuel us for awhile. It’s always hot there, so the less time the better, but the view back at this planet is glorious. I wonder if they ever think about it- I don’t know, we have yet to make contact, although the commanders have discussed it.

We’ve been called here for a disturbance, but it was indeterminate; not risking to be uncloaked, the orders came down to move on. With the multiple translators linked now, there’d be no mistakes or accidents. We’ll return, maybe they’ll still be here then- some aren’t.

Ride the Planet Caravan.