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Chapter 13Starret hardly breathed as he watchedthe tape, although it wasn’t that dramatic. Just three aliens at agray, stone table. The Xulon tapped the stone with his long, stickfingers. That could get to be annoying, Starret thought, but theother races didn’t seem to mind. He desperately wished he couldhear what they were saying. Then again, he probably couldn’tunderstand the language. He didn’t speak Xulon. Few people in thegalaxy did. Most people didn’t care about learning the Xulonlanguage because they had no plans to travel to the planet. Even ifthey wanted to visit, the Xulon didn’t like strangers or otherbeings. They were also not known for polite conversation. He didn’tknow the Critterran language either. Only diplomats did. Althoughthelast two diplomats who arrived on Critterran