Of all of the possible forms of life T'kar thought he might encounter in this semi-tropical land, human children had not been one of them.
"There is another option," T'kar remarked, his heavy bass voice softly booming inside of the cargo bunker. "You could simply tell your papa about this spacecraft and have him follow my tracks. Only people like me can make tracks like these." And tracks he would have to make to see if there were survivors on the Horizon-T's second cargo bunker. T'kar slowly approached the children with a new look in his eye - determination. These were the Earth-people he was hoping to liberate from the Invid. But they were also the very first Earth-cubs he had ever heard! They sounded so bitty!
"On my world, I am called T'kar the Prime Mover." He pointed above and behind him. "This here is Honey. What do your people call you?"
"There is another option," T'kar remarked, his heavy bass voice softly booming inside of the cargo bunker. "You could simply tell your papa about this spacecraft and have him follow my tracks. Only people like me can make tracks like these." And tracks he would have to make to see if there were survivors on the Horizon-T's second cargo bunker. T'kar slowly approached the children with a new look in his eye - determination. These were the Earth-people he was hoping to liberate from the Invid. But they were also the very first Earth-cubs he had ever heard! They sounded so bitty!
"On my world, I am called T'kar the Prime Mover." He pointed above and behind him. "This here is Honey. What do your people call you?"