Emergency

In the endless deep space, a little light flashed, followed by a wormhole violently unfolding from the wormhole connection area of the orbital space station of planet Parry III, and a small ship about 45 meters long slowly sailed out from it.

"Constant timing: May 5, 2235"

"Current position: wormhole barge area of the orbital space station of planet three in the Parry Stella System"

"Current mode: autopilot, target: P3-SS-CSC-0238, the scheduled berth of the orbiting space station ship of planet Parry III"

"FTL voyage is over, you have successfully arrived in the Parry, have a pleasant journey."

With the prompt of the intelligent system, the young man who was holding a game console in the captain's room, casually floating and fighting hard, immediately came to the positive, threw his game console to the side, and tapped a few lines of code quickly on the console with his space-suit gloved fingers, indicating his identity to the Parry orbital space station tower and applying for entry permission.

Half an hour later, a young man who had changed his space suit for ordinary clothing for the voyage and was slightly chubby led a bouncing toaster sheep into the space station and began to queue for customs security checks.

The good thing is that he has all the documents and his identity is clean, even at this special time, the customs of Parry did not give him too much trouble, just reminded him to take care of his toaster sheep.

"Captain Roger Heart, I must remind you that the Parry space station prohibits alien brawls, especially those that can discharge and set fire, this is a special time, if it causes damage to the space station, I'm afraid it will not end with a fine."

"I know, you guys don't worry, his name is Hill, very well behaved."

The alien called Hill heard his master call his name and came over intimately, rubbing his white head against Roger's hand.

Seeing this scene, the customs staff of Parry also slightly relaxed his tense nerves, but he still cautioned again, "Anyway, please be more careful."

"Yes, thank you for your advice, I will ship to Parry as soon as possible." Roger nodded his head, indicating that he fully understood the special situation of Parry Star now.

"Then, welcome to Parry." With that, the customs gate opened, and Roger officially entered the Parry orbital space station.

He did not stay much longer, but hurriedly bought two copies of the strange pancakes, a specialty of Parry, and stuffed one into his own mouth and one into Hill's mouth.

"Good boy, try this, it tastes really good."

The hot woodland mushrooms sauteed in butter with a tangy black pepper sauce and wrapped in a light, soft pastry with some kind of tart herbs made this pancake.

Roger munched on the pancake as he led Hill toward the round-trip gate. The orbital round-trip spaceship of Parry did not require a ticket, but a direct deduction from his personal account after verifying his identity and boarding through his federal ID card.

Today he was lucky that the orbital traffic was not too busy, and after waiting for about an hour, Roger managed to board the ship to the PG07 shipping center.

Hill, as an alien with destructive power, could only be temporarily packed into the hive by Roger at this time. It was a mechanical creation shaped like a beehive, with a number of approximately finger thick and thin two-inch long square hexagonal prisms put together, specifically for the storage of Federation citizens aliens.

With a dizzying sensation of propulsion, Roger began to head toward the surface of Parry's planet at high speed.

Roger had been an interstellar trader for many years, so he was no stranger to this rough return to the surface, and he was even in the mood to look through the portholes beside him at the magnificent scenery of the planet Parry.

The G07 shipping center he was heading to was located on the edge of the 'rainforest' of Parry, right next to the sea, once the most popular tourist center on Parry, but now with the declaration of a state of emergency on Parry, the number of tourists had also decreased significantly.

By the time he could clearly see the unique tropical rainforest of Parry Star, the ship also slowly landed into the designated tarmac along with a violent deceleration.

After the ground staff of the shipping center finished the second quarantine and security check on the interior of the plane, Roger was finally able to set foot on the land of Parry.

He familiarly carried his luggage and quickly ran into an airport bus painted with a huge colorful mushroom pattern, swiped his card to buy a ticket and then sat in a seat that seemed very familiar to him amidst the stunned eyes of the steward and driver.

"Guest, this is our bus to the Kakapuro Hotel." Hesitantly, the steward who did not overcome her conscience could not help but speak up to remind Roger.

"I know, and I also know that as long as I get on the bus, you will drive me to the Kakapuro Hotel within twenty minutes after that, even if I am the only one."

The steward was obviously shocked by his fearless spirit and was speechless for a moment. Meanwhile, Roger unhooked one of the compartments in the hive, wrenched it forward, opened a slit, and with a flash released the toaster sheep inside, Hill.

"It doesn't look like we're going to have any other guests on this ride, do you mind if I let it sit next to me? Maybe I should buy another ticket for it?"

Roger's question snapped the stewardess out of her daze; after all, they hadn't had any guests on the bus to the hotel in a long time.

Stabilizing herself, she gave a professional smile and said, "No need more ticket, in fact our hotel has not had any visitors arriving by bus for a long time, if you need, we can leave now."

Roger naturally did not want to waste time on unnecessary waiting, and in fact he knew very well that due to the emergency and the hotel's own special location environment, it was also unlikely that any real tourists would visit the hotel.

He nodded his head and said, "Let's set off."

The journey was long, and Roger, sitting on the bus, was not interested in looking out the window, but found a packet of crispy fried snacks from his carry-on luggage, and shared them with Hill.

He suddenly felt something and looked up at the stewardess sitting not far from him, and met her curious gaze.

The stewardess immediately looked away shyly, but after a few seconds, she looked over again.

"Hey, sir, my name is Elena, are you a federally registered alien trainer?"

Roger shook his head and said, "Technically no, as my Federation alien holding registration license category is a collector who identifies, domesticates, and breeds alien creatures, not a trainer who uses their great power to fight."

"Ah, that was very rude, I'm very sorry." Seeing that she had mistaken Roger's occupation, Miss Elena hastened to apologize.

"It's okay," he reached out and wiped Hill's smooth head "His name is Hill, he's my travel partner I found from the planet Hecal."

With that, he picked up Hill, who was burying his head in food, and pushed him forward, like an enthusiastic salesman, proudly introducing him, "Do you want to pet him? He is a very good boy."

Hill, who had been interrupted from eating, glared at Roger with dissatisfaction and bleated several times.

"Oh, old chap, you're about to be as overweight as I am, now eat less fried food and get moving to burn calories."

Hill looked around as if he had heard him and then locked his eyes on Elena.

Elena was curious and afraid of the toaster sheep that looked like a toaster, and did not dare to come forward to engage with Hill. But Hill followed Roger around and saw a lot, and did not mind Elena's fear, but instead took the initiative to walk over and rubbed his head against Elena's thighs in black stockings.

"Oh, it's really cool." Elena exclaimed, followed by a giggle, squatting down and touching Hill's smooth metal head.

"It's all metal, is it a mechanical alien?" Elena touched Hill's hard metal head while curiously asking Roger a question.

Roger shook his head and explained, "Although the Hecal is rich in all kinds of mechanical aliens, but the toaster sheep is an exception, they belong to the taxonomy of alien organisms is lightning aliens, in fact some people think they are Spark or Elec these alien species by the influence of the environment of Hecal to produce a variant, but I have reservations about this, I think they are the native species of Hecal, only more special."

Miss Elena knew very little about alien biology, but that didn't stop her from exclaiming from the bottom of her heart, "You are very knowledgeable, so did you come to Parry's for the emergency?"

Roger nodded, acknowledging this.