crashing space ship story. He had to simply explain what a space ship was. It was not long before they started to get sleepy and Taerg hugged them good night. They each gave Victor a hug and said, “Good night uncle.”
The next day, Taerg said he and Victor had important news for the grand council and that they must spend most of the day there. He hugged them again and they both started walking toward the grand council building. When they arrived they did not have to wait long. There were not many matters that the elders had to address. Before long they received audience with them. There was a large table, and the elders, males and a female were gathered on one side of it. Chairs of equal quality were positioned on all sides of the table and they were motioned to have a seat. They complied.
Victor looked at each of the elder’s faces. They did not seem to have a haughty air about them at all. They were older looking than the elders of the village town council. They smiled at Victor politely and then focused their attention on Taerg as he calmly began to tell them the details of their story. They did not act as if they did not understand one word. This seemed strange to Victor because Taerg told them about the space ships and the present efforts taking place to colonize their moon.
Without even consulting his fellow elders one of the elders said, “The colonization of our moon cannot be permitted to happen. This is contrary to the directives of the ancients. He turned to Victor and said you must inform them of our decision in this matter.”
“I have no way of communicating with my people, my shuttle was destroyed leaving me isolated from them here on your planet.”
“The colonization, said another one of the elders, “must not take place under any circumstances.”
“How will you,” said Victor, “stop this, from taking place? You have no way of communicating with them as well.”
The elders were silent. So was Taerg.
Victor resumed his reply, “I would like to learn more concerning the directives of your ancients. Where can these records be found?”
Still another elder said, “They are very ancient, fragile writings of the founders of our present way of life. The documents are stored in the Cavern of Lights , where only grand council members are permitted to enter. The general populace cannot have access to these writings, so an outsider like yourself is certainly not allowed to enter.”
“I understand why you would have such rules for the protection of your records, but the people now above on your moon will not stop until they have colonized your moon. Perhaps there is something in these records that we could show them to convince them to reconsider their actions. Just the fact that you know their efforts should according to our laws, make an impression on them.”
“You, cannot be allowed to enter, we will re-examine them for such information. However, even if we do find something resembling what you mention, how will you relay that information to them? You claim to have no way of communicating with them.”
“I might be able to acquire their attention. They have scout ships searching for me right now.”
At hearing this the elders were visibly dismayed. “The people are seeing these ships?”
Taerg nodded.
“We will review these matters and then reconvene with you at a later time. Please stay here in the city until we call you.”
That was it. The meeting was shorter than they thought it would be. They left and went to Taerg’s house to await the grand council’s eventual call. In the meantime, he enjoyed life in the city with Taerg’s Family. It was very similar to the village, except much bigger. In fact, the entire populated area might be described as a city of villages. It was sectioned off into villages with their own healers and council of elders for each one. People were not crammed in like little fish in a package of Homeworld rations. It was very pleasant in the city. There