The archive of the forgotten

Oo-man

I look down at the blue planet. Strange planet that is, a certain race that seems to hate other part of the same race. I frown. The only thing I seem to understand is that they look a bit like us. But they have things called gender I have still not figured out exactely what it is. But to my knowledge they cannot choose what they will look like everyday, they need to survive their whole life with the same body. And instead of breeding capsules like we do they use their body like one. I wonder if that is even healthy. But how can I know I am only 700 years old.

My father said that I should go to earth as the native folk calls it. I am hesitant, I do not know a lot about it yet but orders are orders. I think as I shoot through the atmosphere and I land in the sand of the planet. I step out of the ship. Around my ship is nothing but sand, I jump but I am surprised when I cannot float. I try it again. I frown as I start walking. I look to my pitchblack starship and the beautiful pattern of my planet azorgaph has left. I open my second pair and snap my fingers. Immediately the ship disguises itself, I smile as my second pair of eyes closes. I change my white skin to the colour that is normal accoding to the suns radiation here. Which results in almost the same colour of the sand. I change my bright blue hair into brown one and my black eyes turn into the ones I have seen by oo-mans. I look on the triangle. I look at the oo-man locater. I need to walk a bit but It is not far. I begin to walk. I wonder what the oo-mans will think of this suit. It is made out of synthetic material the keeps you cold when it is too warm and warm when it is too cold. It can provide everything you need to survive.

And than I see it, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. They are so much more simple than we are, their olive skin. I look at the specimen from a few meters. Than I see that he is walking up to me. I want to scramble and run away but the way he curls up his lips enchants me. Altough it could be a sign of aggresion. I do not know enough about this species to know. I stumble over my own feet and fall on my back. 

"Are you alright?" They say. I am surprised by the elegance of their language. Of course I speak every laguage in the whole universe because of the way my brain works but I have never heard this one before. "I think I am" I say. He helps me up. "My name is Dakarai, What is your name sir?" He asks. I frown. "My name is Ata." I say. "You shouldn't be in the Desert without anybody by your side." he says. "Why not Dakarai?" "What if you get lost sir? Or pass out?" I laugh, what a funny oo-man. "I like you Dakarai." But dakarai only has a strange epression on his face. I wonder if all oo-mans have green eyes like Dakarai, such betiful golden skin as dakarai, such beautiful dark locks as dakarai. Dakarai wears a white blouse and very light trousers. I snip my fingers and I seem to be wearing that too.

Dakarai look at me. "Congratulations Dakarai. You shall be my human guide!" He looks at with a smiles. "what do you mean? Of course I am human?" "I am not. I am from the azogaph a million lightyears away!" I show him my normal appearance. He looks really surprised. "Four eyes?" I nod "Are you up for it?" I say with a smile and he nods before he falls unto the ground. "Dakarai, Dakarai!" I scream and hit him in the face. "I am dreaming" he whispers. "Of course you are not oo-man!" He nods and closes his eyes. "And now you'll be gone."He whispers. "Rude!" I say. I pick him up and change back into my oo-man form. "I come in peace alright?" I say. "And i would love to run away!" he responds. "But you won't, because you study anthroplogy and this is far too interesting." He nods. "I am definitely going crazy.

This is just a scene written with the prompt of write about an alien I will thank _Ash_es once again