JT301 LAID THE COMMUNICATOR safely at his side, staring blankly at the overly talkative female. With great effort he dug through his mental files. It was difficult to think. There was pressure in his head that made the process slow. The sight of her made it worse. In all his days, on all his journeys, he’d never seen a creature so ethereal. More than her hair that was as pale as any moonbeam. More than her bright green eyes that made the extraordinary ordinary in comparison. There seemed to be an invisible force radiating from her that was drawn in by his body with great urgency. Most strange. Highly illogical. And she was speaking to him.
What language was it? English. The dialect was English. One of the simpler languages. No matter. Even if it had been Chinese, Swahili, or German, he ha
