At last the spirit of cooperation between the Vituna and the Travonti had taken form. The mixed crew of the M’Alakshi actually liked each other, even though the races fought an interstellar war a mere fifty years before. The future seemed bright and peaceful with good things coming to everyone.
That was until the M’Alakshi’s stardrive malfunction.
Credit is due to M’Alakshi’s crew. The trio never panicked and never fought among themselves. A primitive planet lay nearby. They landed secretively near an airport where sufficient raw materials for repairs were available. Despite this good news, they were still in great peril. Humans were skittish creatures, terrified of anything different. The primitives couldn’t even abide differences among themselves. The crew imagined they’d be attacked immediately if discovered. They vowed to avoid humans at all costs.
The first great barrier lay before them: a human highway.
M’Isha and V’Nya attempted the crossing first. Anyone seeing them might’ve confused them for large foxes. Like the Earth animal the two Vitunas were bold, nimble, and clever. They avoided onrushing cars easily and crossed without incident.
That left Mahogas, the Travonti. He was clearly terrified of the speeding cars.
The two Vitunas encouraged him, but Mahogas still hesitated. M’Isha murmured to V’Nya, “I can’t believe this.”
“Patience,” hissed V’Nya. “Travonti are naturally timid. Remember, they evolved on a planet with terrifying predators.”
“So did we!”
“Yes, but on their planet, the predators could scoop up five of them in a single bite! It’s natural that they hesitate and wait in hiding.”
Eventually, Mahogas made his move. He journeyed across safely, while M’Isha and V’Nya stared open-mouthed at what he’d done.
“You were right!” crowed Mahogas, bouncing on his toes. “It is easy!”
M’Isha looked at the pileup of thirty steaming, smashed and stomped human cars. He looked up at Mahogas. The Travonti was easily three times larger than an elephant, and built like an enormous toad.
M’Isha sighed, “Yeah. I think the idea was to avoid the human cars.”
I’d really hate to meet the predators of the Travonti…
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here for this week’s prompt and a blue button linking to many other stories: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/04/17/sunday-photo-fiction-april-17th-2016/