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Bronsyn was surprised to find he, just as the other
warriors, was on his feet. Waving a hand towards the chairs, he
gave a silent offer to sit down before he spoke again. While the
men settled, he gave a nod to Tyshar. “Are you ready or do you need
a moment?”
    “Certainly. Can we record this so I
don’t have to go through it again for Leader Stege?” Tyshar’s
suggestion was valid and Bronsyn set his tresl on the table, touching the
screen to put it into record mode.
    “You may begin. Though, as warning, you will
probably be called to explain further as questions
arise.”
    After giving his name, designation within the
Galaxian ranks, the date and the time, Tyshar provided his synopsis
of his journey to Earth’s surface. He highlighted the trajectory of
the shuttle, described the landing point’s landscape and detailed
the air quality as well as the amount of gravity present in the
atmosphere. Tyshar finally began to relate what Bronsyn considered
most important.
    The interaction with Phoenix’s
humans.
    “By now, I’m sure you’ve all seen my vid stream
of my time on the planet’s surface.” Tyshar did not look at the
other males, but Bronsyn nodded along with the rest. “And I’m sure
you have more answers for me than I have for you.”
    Wyst laughed and the sound soon had all the
rest of them chuckling alongside him. “Yeah, brother, we
do.”
    “Go ahead and restart his original stream,
Commander, and we’ll try to help Tyshar make sense of what was
going on.” Gyard’s face wore a huge grin as Bronsyn reset the
window to a viewing screen and accessed Tyshar’s initial recording.
The men twisted their chairs until they fully faced the screen in
anticipation.
    ‘Dude! Is comic-con back in town?’ The image
was of a young man just out of his teens, dressed in clothes too
big for his thin frame and wearing a hat with some kind of shade
ledge that shadowed his eyes. ‘That get-up is fucking awesome,
man!’
    Bronsyn hit the pause button and turned his
attention to Rykhan, who spoke with his face towards the image.
“Comic-con stands for an event held in different cities throughout
the planet and whose theme is around picture books depicting
stories of supernatural heroes and their villains. Those who attend
garb themselves in attire representing their favorite characters or
inventing other characters most likely aligned with their
personalities.”
    He took a deep breath while glancing at Tyshar.
“What he was inferring was that you were not dressed appropriately
as one of the citizens of Phoenix, as indicated by the words,
‘get-up’ to represent your attire. Although he does offer you a
compliment in saying it was ‘fucking awesome’.”
    “Where were you when this happened?” Gyard’s
eyes remaining on the frozen image of the teen still on the
screen.
    “Approximately eight miles west of the agreed
landing point in MacDowell Mountain Ranch. A digital timepiece on
the outside of a building said it was 8.04. From their sun’s
direction, I believe it was morning.” Tyshar’s gaze flipped between
the vid and the other warriors. “Acting on his tone since I didn’t
understand what he meant, I simply nodded and kept moving west in
order to make my way to make the appointment with the gold
merchants.”
    It had been Arbrynt who had discovered humans
traded gold-supported ‘money’ as the unit of currency. That metal
adorned their dress uniforms to denote rank and the various
campaigns in which they had participated. Bronsyn quickly
determined an exchange of the Picari gold for green paper
rectangles solved their money issues.
    “Shall we skip to your meeting with the
merchants or do you need clarification on other points that
happened before your appointment?” Bronsyn’s finger hovered over
the symbol to move the vid to a different position.
    “I want Tyshar’s impression of human males,
such as how they behaved when in the company of females.” Wyst’s
voice held a note of