Gamia Port
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The KPT-009 Ship was round shaped, with a radius of 200 feet. It looked like a saucer, with a dome shaped top. From an external view, one could not identify which part is the front or back or where the pilots are.
It moved with a speed of 1,000 Kilometer per second until it began to retard.
Jack was by a window, with Trisha beside him, as they looked out.
They saw the ship move closer to the reddish globe which they guessed was Mars. As the ship lowered its altitude, the surface of the planet which looked plain began to show some signs of structures.
Gamia Port was the first Port to land when entering into Mass. It was vast with a spaces for ship to land. The security system was tight.
There were thousands of soldiers, dressed in metallic uniforms, with their faces hidden in helmet-c*m-masks.
They held sophisticated weapons, with many electronic security systems.
The ship landed and security checks were done. They were taken to a room, where they checked individually, taking their biological records, making a Mars Data Profile for them. The machines used were so sophisticated and bizarre.
Jack, Trisha, Li Jing, Max and Diallo were escorted by some armed men in shiny metallic uniforms. They were led out of the tarmac and were shown a very sophisticated car. The Tyres had diamond wheels and golden pumpers.
The body was made of glasses. The steering wheel was dome shaped, with some electronic buttons in the middle part.
Then Trisha saw the chauffeur and cringed. He looked very tall with a neck that was one foot long. His eyes were round, with some fleshy bags beneath, and muffled up eyebrows which looked like it was made of wool.
His nose was triangular, with nostrils that were prefect squares. His upper lip was thick, wide and dark while the lower lip was thin, short and red in color.
His head was massive, making it look as if the neck could break at the slightest tension. His thin body was greenish blue, with some yellow, light lines making random patterns.
“What the hell is under the wheel?” Max asked as he saw the chauffeur.
“He is the chauffeur. He is a Quaqua and they are blessed when it comes to wheels.” A security man replied.
“Quaqua?” Li Jing asked.
“Quaqua is a race of Barundas. The Barundas were originally from Rasbadies, Jupiter but were exiled by King Manarasa seven thousand years ago and the Quaqua moved here, Mars. Now that you have been documented, you may proceed into the car and move to Mantario Park from where you will be flown to Giranticus.”
“I thought this was Giranticus.” Diallo said.
“This is Gamia Port. There are seven ports here so Gamia is called the City of ports. It is the main entrance to Mars. Other exits are sealed indefinitely.” Replied the security man.
They got into the car and saw the luxurious inner part and marveled.
As the car began the journey, they passed through the city. The sky was made of colorful clouds, reflecting blue, red, pink, and yellow lights from unknown sources.
The roads were wide and adorned with shiny crystals. The houses were tall, and having various shapes which would have looked unconventional on earth.
They saw people moving around their normal businesses. They had various looks. Some looked almost humans. Some were like walking reptiles.
“Oh my God!” Mass exclaimed. They were all curiously looking out through the window. “And when Max thought he had seen it all, he is just beginning to see it.”
“I am Diallo. Diallo from Africa.” Diallo said and waves his hand. They were all seated at the middle seats of the car.
“I am Li Jing from Beijing.” She waved with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”
“I am Trisha from New York. “
“Jack from New York.”
Max was still looking out through the window.
“Max Maxwell.” He giggled. “My father said his greatest mistake was to name me after him. He thought I will continue his good works. Do you know what he called good works? Policing. He works as a teacher in the morning and serve as a community police twice a week. He attends church every Sunday and pays tithe. You know what I mean? He feels I should inherit be like him…what a prosaic life. I am told that I am chosen now. Who says a thing like that? I am abducted and forced here but I am not complaining. Anything is better than doing life imprisonment.”
They arrived Mantario Park a few minutes later. It was like an airport with so many small dome shaped choppers. Some were made for just one passenger. They were most expensive to board.
Passengers came in cars, space buses and mini fliers. There were lots of security guards there. The place was busy, with shops, hawkers, passengers and more. The sky lights made the place colorful, and some space planes could be seen flying around.
“We will have to wait for G7.” The Quaqua said. “You are flying under the auspices of the UIB and not the public transport system. G7 is twelve minutes away.”
It was at that time Jack saw her.
He felt what he had never felt in his life. His heart beat turned into a fast talking drum, producing rhythm of shock beneath scintillation.
She had alighted from a glass car, and stood for a second, glanced round before she began to walk.
What was this?
She had a six foot tall body which was a sheer tantalizer and treasure-mine.
Her gold colored hair was silky, shiny, long and fluffy. The sprawled, moving like waves, over her shoulders and down her back with royal elegance.
Jack saw an oval shaped face which defined perfect geometry in all ramifications. She had the most immaculate snow-white sclera he had ever seen. The pupils were green and kaleidoscopic, shining and reflecting beautifully as she blinks and moves. The sight of her eyes was an attraction that could captivate and hold spell bound with total submission, blending with the golden color of the pupils, and the blue button lid which met the outline skin of the monolid large eyes.
Her eyelashes were black and ended with fading bright blue color with curves. Above were thin but well carved eye brow perfectly placed.
Her nose was straight, void of curve and humps, and pointed at the end, with small round perfectly shaped nostrils.
She kept her heartshaped, jasmine soft lips were red, and a bit glistening
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