Ánnuchka, my daughter, she also helps a lot, and all this just on your salary! It is true, I will give thanks to those of the gods of the pantheon of the Um-Mu sect, since they are former members and members of the galactic alliance, where for a hundred years they were their sovereigns. - That's when he concluded with tears in his eyes, even so, as well as for having given me such children.
- Are said about data to you often? - General Rohaine said.
− Rarely, my dear: once a year or so, only when you send money do you write a few words. It says like this: "Mother, if I write to you, it means that I am in good health, because if something happens, with the gods and priests of the pantheon of the Um-Mu sect, do not allow it, the others will write to you."
When I handed the mother's order to the captain (this happened in my quarters), he asked for the laptop to be hand-wrapped, wrapped the picture tightly and hid it.
It was at that moment that I told him many details of his mother's life, it was at that moment that the captain listened in silence, so, when I had finished, he retreated to a corner and smoked his pipe for a long time.
- She looks like a council member, a senate elder, excellent. – His informant told him in a slightly muffled voice. –
- Being part of the Um-Mu sect's pantheon, let us still see each other, let us know what she discovers. - Oros said.
In those simple words much more was expressed than love and pity.
- For what are you doing this? – I asked your advisor.
- It is because I need to work – He replied with conviction. − - With that, I receive a double salary for our brother, poor man, it means a lot, besides, being an informant, I earn more on both sides. - He said.
The captain lived frugally, even though he did not play remembrance of an ancient galactic empire, he rarely went on a spree and smoked straight tobacco, which he, for an unknown reason, began to take advantage of in galactic cigarettes.
He was amused by this, which he did not call tobacco, but "tobacco made at galactic station headquarters, the tobacco didn't change over the centuries, it got even more out of the ordinary, they were different, made from substances that were different, well outside the norm.
Unlike the original and traditional natural smoke of Earth, this type of tobacco that was not earthling, in which it was made, and they came from other planets, in which both the sidereal and the magicians of others in that galaxy there are 8 spatial quadrants, if ignited by themselves, they were made of spiritual energy, ignited by the user's thoughts.
In which they released smoke that were the effects of the users' own souls, in which they did not end, always a flavours, made from the very soul of those who smoked it, they were made of a substance that was ignited by the soul, they were sustained by the soul itself. user energy
In which, even before that, I had already taken a liking to the captain: he had one of those calm and light Russian faces, pleasant to look straight into the eyes; but after that conversation I came to feel a sincere respect for him.
Yes, there were dosages and contraindications, pregnant women, mostly women and menstruating women, could not smoke, causing their death by sucking their vital energy in those more sensitive moments.
The cigarettes that came from these planets were made for men on some planets there were no female beings, they were mostly a single species without ethnicities or races, there was no reason to care about the female sex, why not had gender.
So, until the time when there were the numerous space incursions made by humans, they did not know that women on Earth could not smoke.
It was so, due to the deaths that the race of the enemy race from another galaxy, the female gender in question was considered, even a fragile race and full of problems.
At four o'clock in the morning of the following day, New Pluto galactic solar time, when the captain came to meet me, in which he was with an old galactic station headquarters, shabby, without serpents of the draconic empire, baggy pants and Lezgian,5.
With its high red and white protective cap, a yellowed and worn sheepskin and an Asian energy rods in the shoulder, as for the machtak 6, this creature resembling a scaly unicorn with scales and lizard hybrid, a kind of dragon, being that they had scaly wings, if not for the fact that he was grey.
That's how he thought that this creature would be a version of a winged silver unicorn with scales, on which it was mounted, it had its head lowered, a short step and at all times it shook its scaly tail, in which despite the appearance of the kind captain being not only unmartial but also handsome, he expressed such indifference to everything around him that he could not fail to inspire respect.
I did not make him wait a minute, I promptly mounted my scaly unicorn and we set off together through the fortress gate.
When the galactic squadron was already two hundred soldiers from the galactic empire seven, in which in front of us it looked like a continuous black and undulating mass, and we could guess that it was the infantry, just because, like dense long thorns, showing the barrier to front of them.
They protruded the energy rods and, from time to time, reached the ears sounds of the soldiers' songs, the drum, and a beautiful tenor voice, the second voice of the sixth galactic company of clearing of that galactic sector.
Even though more than once I had delighted in the fortress, where the space stations passed with their transports, where in the middle of a deep and wide black hole, on the edge of an end of a galactic cauldron that, at that time, like they say, it played, that is to say, it had overflowed, taken to any known or unknown reality.
In which a flock of wild native animals circled around him: sometimes they landed on the dark galaxy's space, sometimes, spinning in the air and making light circles, they flew and disappeared from sight.
When the sun was not yet visible, as they approached this galactic sector, but the highest point on the right side of the black hole was beginning to light up, its grey and whitish stones, yellow-green moss, dewy bushes of hawthorn, dogwood and elm trees stood out with extraordinary relief and clarity in the golden light and transparent galactic dimensional space.
Whereas, on the other hand, the other side, and the valley, covered by a dense nebula, which undulated in smoky and irregular layers, were grey, gloomy and exhibited an ambiguous mixture of colours: light lilac, almost cyan blue, dark gold and white.
Then, right in front of us, in the dark blue sky of the horizon, with astonishing clarity, we could see the purplish-blue masses, androgynous beings of that galaxy and opaque from the planets of that galactic region with galactic dust, with their shadows and fantastic contours, but distinct in the smallest details.
Surrounding them were alien monsters that were bigger than earthling elephants.
These were the species of cicadas, dragonflies, and thousands of other insects, and they had already awakened in the tall twisted grasses of bright red colours that filled the air with their clear and uninterrupted sounds, in which they were used to attack, it seemed that an incalculable number of tiny bells resounded by the ears.
As much as that galactic sector in which dense air smelled of water, grass, fog, in short, it had the smell of a beautiful summer morning, if it were not for that excess oxygen gave that gigantic shape to these giant insects, in addition to carnivores, served as mounts and used in hunting.