From: Lothario @AlienAdventureman (Daldinian non-binary)
            Seeking: Alizarin female
            You – Female humanoid from the Alizarin Sector. You sat two tables over at the Prime Café. You were wearing a red dress. I’ve dreamed about that dress for two days 🙂
            Your third eye was so sexy; you were giving me naughty looks all during lunch. I can make your dreams come true. Is it true what they say: danger is an Alizarin’s aphrodisiac??????
            Want an adventure? I’ll be in Red’s Bar tonight, 7:00. Be there. My real name doesn’t translate, but you can call me Lothario.

    The sickeningly quaint glass walls did nothing to help his claustrophobia. Neither did the unfamiliar stars beyond. Day would come around in a few minutes, but Nozario doubted that would help either.

     The eager crowd swarmed around him like fleas. They wedged Nozario in between the teleportation station and the welcome counter, behind which were five desks where adoption agents helped guests pick out a new feline family member. 

     Nozario checked his watch. Neuterings probably happened every day, so he was running out of time to save Calvin’s balls.

John Baba, head of the United Nations Security Council, reacted swiftly. “Look at his little boots,” he said. “And his helmet!”

The messenger, a Vancouver Island marmot with a master's in International Relations, was not a he, and was not amused. “My uniform is standard issue,” she squeaked. “Furthermore—”

“Listen to it talk!” Baba yelped. The humans erupted with laughter.

The marmot hoisted a tiny flag bearing the seal of the Marmot Collective. “Prepare to defend yourselves,” she cheeped, and marched out.

“Houston, our monopropellant injector is leaking; the fire’s now breached the hull. We have a matter of minutes before complete mechanical failure.”
“Gemini, mission control is going to go ahead and recommend an emergency landing.”
“Houston, it sounded like you suggested we attempt a crash landing onto a moving commercial spacecraft. Please confirm.”
“Gemini, this is a passenger cruise liner, which is an incredibly reliable mode of upmarket transport. We can’t think of a safer place for you to be should anything go wrong during touchdown…”
“Roger, Houston. Bracing for impact...”