Book 1, Chapter 87

The force field and a solitary guard were not the only defenses in place on the cells. Within moments a bulbous-headed alien dedicated to societal studies was rushing into the spaceship’s command center. He was a junior member of the terran-studies team.

“High one!” shrieked the alien in alarm. “I was observing the captured Terrans and they escaped!”

“What?” asked the commander, clearly startled. “How?”

“It’s actually quite fascinating,” the alien said. Now that he had moved on to discourse, his demeanor rapidly calmed. “My superiors have postulated before that the chaos of the terran society is due to the inefficiency of their caste system: on a biological level, there is little to distinctly separate a terran from one caste to another, forcing them to attempt to find the proper place for members of society by trial and error, or, in the case of leadership roles, ‘open elections’ and ‘military coups’. I however, formed the hypothesis that the lack of biological distinctions is because they are genuinely lacking in caste separations – allowing any given terran to take on any given societal role, including leadership roles, at their own discretion and the content of the group they are operating within.”

The commander frowned at him, and he hastened to move on to the relevant part of his theory.

“I believe the terrans we captured had the synergy to spontaneously change from what the senior researchers have dubbed the ‘country hick caste’ into roles that allow them to deal more capably with conflict. To support my theory: We found schematics for high tech weapons in the most recently captured terran’s vehicle – and enough terran ‘pie’ rations to feed an army. This buildup of high tech weaponry is not normal for others of that caste, which – though often armed – are generally not the developers of weapons, and typically only work with chemical propellant armaments. Additionally, the first prisoner – who had seemed content with her situation prior to the addition of the second two prisoners – has now become exceptionally hostile and escape-oriented.”

Behind the younger alien, a senior research specialist huffed as he staggered into the room. He started to say something, but the commander held up a hand to forestall him.

“Then…these terrans are technologically advanced, have a leader within their group, and are determined to enter into a confrontation with us?”

“Yes!” the young researcher cried.

“Oh,” the commander murmured. “Excellent.”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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