. He stood in the
doorway with his helmet still on and his suit charred with Carbon exhaust from his
directional thrusters, and still smoking. He stepped into the room and with a
slight hiss of escaping oxygen undid the locking clamps of his helmet and lifted
it over his head, then tucked it under his arm as Nick and I had done.
The countenance of the
creature that was revealed by the removal of that helmet was sort of surprising
to me. It wasn’t green, lumpy and bumpy with huge ears, antennas poking out of
the top of its head and a protruding snout, constantly drooling, dribbling and
possibly even foaming. Nor did it have Burning eyes of any colour!
The creature’s face that
was revealed by the removal of that helmet was very definitely human in a very
surprising way. Gorad had golden blonde hair swept back from his thin, slightly
pale aristocratic face, with the most peaceful, calming, and kindest blue eyes
I had ever seen. In fact the powerful presence that emanated from Gorad was
exactly that, I felt calm, at ease and safe in his presence. An effect that was
increased even more, I noticed, when he smiled,
“Greetings
Earthlings,” He paused as his smile grew, “or perhaps I should say Martians. My
name is Gorad. I am an Explorer, Scout and Ambassador from the planet
‘Zengrila’ and I mean you no Harm or Hassles.”
He placed his helmet
on the end of the table then stepped back and leaned against the wall behind
him as Nick and I moved forward and stood on either side of the table then
placed our helmets alongside Gorad’s. Yeah, I’m sure anybody reading this with
their PhD’s in Psychology firmly grasped in their hands are probably saying to themselves that surely
this act was a subconscious aligning with, and deference of authority to Gorad.
Well those people can shove their PhD’s where the Sun never shines (except in
their own minds) and grasp something else of theirs firmly in their hands if it
pleases them. Nick had nothing but nasty thoughts about Gorad at that time and
would certainly not even consider doing anything that might in any way help or
please him, and nor would I. The table where his helmet rested just happened to
be the closest flat surface to put our helmets down on and as we were tired of
holding them tucked under our arms and we wanted a drink, which also happened
to be on that particular table!
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