If You Could Travel to an Alien World, Would You?

Let’s say you’re walking down the sidewalk, minding your own business and someone leaning in a doorway calls to you.

“Psst, hey… you…”

Only this guy doesn’t want your change or a smoke. He has an offer for you.

“Wanna go to Chyke 2C95 and see the Haplogawas?”

You move on, he’s got to be insane. Just another street urchin looking for an opportunity to take advantage of you.

Later that day, you’re in line at the coffee bar, patiently waiting for your turn to order lunch. You make it to the counter, and guess who it is! The same guy. But you can’t be sure so you don’t say a word, just place your order for a bento box and latte. But when he hands you the receipt he touches your hand and says “Haplogawa”. An image explodes in your mind, you’re standing under a huge lizard like being and it’s looking down at you. Looking at you as though your a tasty snack. As quickly as the vision appears it’s gone.

The crazy guy looks past you, “Next!”

You have two choices, make a scene or move on. Of course you move down the line and wait for your latte. By the end of the day it’s a distant memory, maybe you just didn’t get enough sleep last night. That evening is like any other – take out and the nature channel.

The next morning Haplogawas and strangers are the furthest thing from your mind, it’s Friday. You’re counting the minutes until you can escape from your boring job. The second you step out of your building, you hear him, and the events of yesterday come rushing back you you.

“Hey, forget the nature channel, I can show you Haplogawas in the flesh.”

You turn and look, of course it’s the same guy. He’s leaning against the wall, but when you look closely at him you realize something doesn’t look quite right. The marks on the sides of his neck? The shape of his eyes?

“Who are you and why are you following me?”

“I’m here to rescue you from this severe boredom you call life and give you an opportunity to see the Universe. To recruit you for my exploration team.” He extends his hand and touches your forearm.

Images flash in your mind, strange planets, something that looks like the bridge of a spaceship, nebulas, suns, moons, more planets….. He removes his hand and the visions cease.

So…. would you take a chance and go?

 

The Brusher…

THE BRUSHER

As always, the Muse of Mischief arrived at the foot of the stairs and was announced by the palace guards. Emperor Bartala was waiting for her. He had a concerned look, almost nervous.

“Quickly M, come inside.” he said whisking her through the front entrance of the palace. She followed Bartala down a hallway and palace guards followed them. That was highly unusual, there was virtually no crime on Ploosnar and palace guards did not usually follow the Emperor around his palace. Outside of it yes but not inside.

Rather than one of the usual grand sitting rooms, Bartala led her to his small sitting room deep within the palace, one of his private rooms. Once the Muse of Mischief entered the room he closed the door and the guards took their station outside. Bartala’s rooms are very masculine, the lower half of the walls paneled in a dark, exotic looking wood. The upper half of the walls painted a burgundy color. The main furniture consists of two large sofas that face each other over a glass topped coffee table.

“What’s wrong Bartala is Nalau ok?” M asked.

“Yes, she is fine, she is unhappy with me, but she is fine. I am worried about you, you and Brzko.” he said taking a seat and motioning for her to be seated on the sofa opposite his.

“An unidentified ship entered our orbit yesterday. They did not respond to our communications, when approached by our defensive squadron they left quickly. This has happened before, nefarious individuals end up here, realize where they are, and leave.” he said.

“Sure, it happens all over. But what does that have to do with me and Brzko?”

“One of the other security reports of yesterday described an individual who was stopping Ploosnarians on the street and asking them if they knew you or Brzko. Sometimes this individual used your names, sometimes only a description. Knowing that you are dear friends of mine that often stay in the palace, someone alerted the palace guards. They were not able to locate this individual, but they did obtain a description, and an image from security cameras.” Bartala said.

“So who was it?” M asked as Bartala took his tablet from his jacket pocket and unrolled it. He turned the screen so the Muse of Mischief could see it. She was looking at a short video clip playing in a loop. The individual in the clip was about the same build as Brzko, he had a long jagged scar running down his right cheek, and also his right forearm. He looked like countless other humanoids, except he was brushing his hair. He had extremely short black hair, and in his right hand he held a small soft bristled brush with no handle. He continually ran the brush over his head, front to back, front to back, front to back.

“The Brusher!” M exclaimed. “I expected his incarceration to last longer, after all the trouble he caused on Cazoova. But I’m not surprised that he came looking for me.”

“You apprehended him, and he wants revenge. He’s dangerous so I’ve taken the liberty of contacting Zri. You need protection.” Bartala said.

The Muse of Mischief waved her hand and made a dismissive shrug, “I kicked his ass once, and I’ll do it again. I might be female, but I’m not feeble.”

It took just a second for Bartala to realize what she had said. He let out an enormous laugh, and stomped his feet. So loud in fact, that a palace guard opened the door and stuck his head in. “Emperor? Is everything OK?”

“Yes, yes, yes. The Muse of Mischief just cracks me up! Please alert us when Zri arrives from Gaznzul.”

“As you wish Emperor.” the guard said and closed the door.

“You’ve never told me what happened with the Brusher. I just know that you apprehended him alone on Cazoova and turned him over to the Gaznzulians.”

“Pour me a shot of nekmid and I’ll tell you the story.” M said playfully.

Who is the Muse of Mischief

The Muse of Mischief is a modern day superheroine, she’s no damsel-n-distress. Not just another female version of a male superhero, she IS female empowerment. Hidden on Earth as a child to be raised by humans, she travels the Universe with her loyal companion Agent Brzko and a team of crime fighting aliens to vanquish the villains, all the while trying to find out just what she is and where she’s from. She has super human strength and the ability to travel through space and time. As an advocate for all beings, she has been serving the Universe since she was young, with the charismatic, jump off the page action of a female created superhero.

Who is Agent Brzko

Agent Brzko is a superhero like no other. Equal to the Muse of Mischief in every way, he was also hidden on Earth to be raised by humans. He unexpectedly met the Muse of Mischief as an adolescent and they have been together ever since. He also has superhuman strength and the ability to travel through space and time, but he also has the ability to project calmness to those around him. After being recently bonded to a dragon, Brzko has learned that he has powers he previously didn’t know about. He is determined, dynamic, and debonair.