Worth Fighting For (Little Blue Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

can understand you?”
    Tasid pointed to Burren. “My communications officer, Burren, worked for several days to translate your language. Now our translators can properly interpret for both sides. However, we have not yet learned the other languages. You are a very complex culture. We have never met one race with so many languages before.”
    The other woman who had yet to say anything responded. “Yes, we have over five thousand languages. But many are uncommon, rare even. This is the English language.”
    Shock rippled around the bridge. Tasid couldn’t hide his own shock at the information. There weren’t even five hundred known races, and yet this one race alone had over five thousand languages?
    “Humans must be experts in translations,” Burren breathed out.
    Tasid believed Burren was in too much shock to realize he spoke without permission.
    The woman answered him directly. “No one human knows every language. There are many who can speak two or three, some a bit more, but not every language.”
    One of the other men looked towards Burren, and directly asked him a question. “What race are you? Are you from the same planet?”
    Tasid watched as Burren stiffened, realizing what he had done. He looked up at Tasid with a look that pleaded for forgiveness. Tasid gave him a reassuring smile.
    “Go ahead and introduce yourself. You’ve earned it,” Tasid told him quietly.
    Burren’s feathers on his forehead fluttered, as did his wings, indicating his heightened nerves as he faced the screen. “I am Burren. My race is called the Nanstrahi, and we are from the planet Calic.”
    One of the females gasped, and the tone in her voice sounded as if she was pleasantly intrigued. “Are those feathers?”
    “Burren, why don’t you stand up and stretch? Let them see you,” Tasid ordered.
    Burren did as he was told, stretching his wings to the fullest. The humans marveled at the display and admired the colors.
    “So pretty,” one of the females said. The other one agreed. Tasid and the others around him laughed at Burren when his feathers fluffed with pride at being called “pretty”.
    Tasid looked at his second. “Errim, stretch and show them all four of your wings.”
    Errim stretched his massive deep purple wings, after Burren sat down. Tasid enjoyed seeing the humans admire his second. He and Errim had grown up together, and Tasid considered him family. He was happy to be able to include him in this monumental event.
    Errim folded his guardian wings across and over his front, in the manner of protection, while stretching his giant battle wings out wide.
    “Our race is built for battle,” he explained to them. “Our wings, together, can propel us at great speeds, but in times of battle, our lower wings wrap around our front and become nearly impenetrable. They are called guardian wings. Our larger wings are called battle wings. You can tell by the wide boned hooks and spikes covering the top of the forearms. Those are meant to be used in mêlée.”
    “Amazing. They look so heavy, and yet you can still fly?” one of the male humans asked.
    “Yes,” Errim answered, as he folded his wings back behind him.
    Tasid introduced the humans to another race. “Qurriq, come and be presented.”
    Tasid could see Qurriq reluctantly walk over and stand next to him.
    “You’re clear skinned,” one of the females said. Her tone wasn’t offensive, but Tasid could tell Qurriq was uncomfortable with her observation.
    “Yes, I am a Malastant. My people originate from the planet Sebah.”
    Tasid knew Qurriq wouldn’t give much else in information on himself, so he offered it up for him. “This is Qurriq, the male who first detected your planet. When their race goes into battle, their semi-translucent skin turns solid toned, becoming nearly impenetrable.”
    Not wanting Qurriq to become too uncomfortable with the human’s praises and questions he excused him.
    “Go back to your station now, Qurriq.”
    Relief flooded