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Much like a serpent in the sky, The Connection's back tail was flipping up and down as the pilot, Qyx was circling Earth. "Just take us down nice and slow." Qyx winced as she had one scaly hand on a large blue lever and the other clutching a tour guide book for New York City. "Connector, please!" The ship took a quick dive down and Qyx surrendered to the finicky ship and just grabbed onto the sides of her pilot chair. The Connection slipped into stealth mode and easily swam past a large satellite. "How unrefined and useless, how can they enjoy themselves, with so much clutter hanging around?" Qyx huffed as her ship continued to flow towards the large North American continent. Her small heart fluttered as she saw the familiar sights of the green and blue planet. Earth was an interesting planet to her. With her ship, she could go back in time and watch it take shape.

She could even chat with the locals before they invents the horrible canon and gun. 

Or she could go into the hopeful future and make sure they were still behaving themselves, sort of anyway.

Qyx was an explorer and scholar. She was interested in culture and communication and thus far, Earth was the most diverse. Her counterparts back on XYD were not fond of sharing a ship and exploring with her. They were her friends but the idea of forced interactions, even for the greater good, was something most XYDNS shied away from. Still, her purple planet was home and she loved it, which was why, she continued to task herself with exploring the unknown. While they knew a lot about the practices, universal currency, and dangers around them, her planet was still in the dark about a lot of things. She was given The Connection to help expand their knowledge of everyone else. Qyx wasn't sure how long it would take but she was happier to focus on the present, rather than the daunting task and the pressure of failing during her lifetime. 

In human years, she could be compared to that of someone in their late twenties though people on XYD have no birthday and only show signs of aging by their voice and the hardening of their scales. Most people live quite long, and the longer one lives, the more respect they are given. Of course there is a mutual respect and kindness among her people already. Disputes are infrequent but lately, Qyx has noticed unrest between the young and the old and while she is happy to be an honest mediator, it is not something she enjoys. Exploring and learning is what makes her happy. As the coordinates guided them downward, she got to her feet and rested a scaly palm on the controls. "Keep the cloaking device on please, Connector." She instructed and walked out of the main control room and walked down a long sleek hallway. 

After a minute's walk, she found a staircase rise from the floor.

She walked up and entered her quarters.

Her people weren't ones to dwell on fashion or appearance but since her trip with Nathan and Julie, the two human companions she adopted last go around, she has learned to adapt and be more forgiving of Earth's frivolous customs. Slipping on a yellow cotton skirt and a green tank top to cover her bare chest, she finished her look by draping a brown shawl over herself, including her head to mimic a hook. Qyx was already anxious with the addition of clothes but tried to push the inconvenience out of her head. [i]'Here we go.'[/i] She thought to herself. For a moment, she missed Nathan and Julie, they taught her so much about Earth and how to speak English. Julie was a lawyer in Ireland and Nathan had been a young man from India. As much as she wanted to reach back out to them, they both expressed strong interest to live the rest of their lives on Earth, without contact until their last day on Earth.

But both had requested to see one another on their last living day.

It was a reunion to look forward to, in a very bittersweet way.

The weight of knowledge, knowing who lives and dies when, was something Qyx often confided in Corrector. Even though her ship was not human and only an intelligent program, it gave Qyx some comfort. As Qyx stepped out of her quarters and headed down the long tail to one of the doors, she checked the local time. It was two minutes to three in the morning. She stepped out and admired the parking. The Connection was slipped between trees, the tail weaving between them while remaining invisible to any human onlookers. Qyx made her way out of the trees and approached the tennis courts. Some people were gathered and she tried not to let herself get too excited. "G-good evening." Or was it morning?! She greeted them while keeping her vibrant skin as hidden as possible as she surveyed the group. "What brings you all here?" She asked, trying to remember how English worked, it was so tricky!

Jennifer Rather had been the first to arrive at the tennis courts.

At a quarter past two.

Waiting wasn't a big deal to the elder professor from California. 

In fact, the anticipation was a great change for her. Jennifer passed the time by looking up at the sky though much to her annoyance but acceptance, no stars were visible. The lights of the city were too bright to welcome any stars or planets into their sky it seemed. Jen was looking for excitement and that was why she was waiting for a possible alien named Qyx who promised adventure. She remembered the days of Star Trek and Star Wars. Jen wasn't sure what to expect, in her heart, it didn't feel like a joke. So she was happy to wait as long as it took. More people arrived, all with varying degrees of emotions. She had a small duffel bag packed beside her as she sat on one of the benches on the side of the tennis court. She saw people make small talk but for the most part, no one spoke as the time ticked by.

Jen had her legs crossed over as she looked around her. They were surrounded by woods, the sound of traffic unable to penetrate their hideaway. There were small lamp posts around the courts so she took out one of her old weathered journals and began to jot down her feelings and observations thus far. She enjoyed people watching and often did it in her classes but right now, she wanted to remember everything. Every moment, every thought and feeling. Jennifer was a woman who loved to record things and analyze them so for now, she was happy to distract herself with some musings. As she was finishing up, someone else arrived and it wasn't until she spoke, that Jen raised her head and offered her own attention to the timid newcomer. 

"Adventure brings me here." She spoke up loudly. 

"I have nothing better to do!" A young man raised his hand. He had blue eyes and smooth straight short brown hair. "I mean, it's this, go back to my parents' flat in London or my wife in Japan and to be honest, neither sounds quite brilliant." He said and then flashed everyone a smile. He had arrived around 2:50 AM and hadn't had the pleasure of mingling with everyone that much. Devon had been trying to grab a bite to eat on his way to the park though he didn't leave himself much time to navigate it but thankfully he wasn't late. His accent was pretty noticeable but in such a city like New York, it wasn't that special or anything. The boy could be mistaken for your typical rich boy who was bored and lacked ambition but that was far from the truth.

His upbringing was strict but warm.

His parents were well off but it wasn't as though they didn't work. They did. They worked hard to put good food on the table. They didn't hire help or anything like that. They did have nice cars and a second home in France, but that was still being paid off. Devon was passionate and hardworking. He loved to bake and share his treats with everyone. When he went to university, he often baked extra and handed them out to people. He did well in exams and if he needed a tutor, he wasn't too prideful to accept help. He was a ladies man on campus and that was how he ended up marrying so young. He thought romance was easy though and didn't consider that you had to be friends with your wife, not just lovers. Devon had some serious relationships in past, before Yunko but he was beginning to see that not everyone could be solved with a smile or laugh.

Real relationships took work and it was hard for him to make the effort. He was young and he needed to experience life before it escaped his grasp.

Part of the reasons for his sudden thirst for alien adventure was that he wanted to see that life was complicated and beautiful and that it could help him see it in his own personal endeavors. Having kids? Moving to a new country? It was a lot for him to soak up and he regretted his rash decisions but he hoped this wouldn't be another one. "And to be honest, I'd love to see things, learn about how other people eat." He added brightly, his jesting tone subsiding as he added more sincere substance to his comments. "I'm a baker." Devon clarified and finally dropped his hand and rubbed his neck a little, his politeness coming back quickly. "Sorry." He looked around, hoping he hadn't stepped on anyone's toes. He looked over to see an elderly woman get to her feet and walk over to them. Did he interrupt her?

He physically cringed and ducked his head.

"I bet you nab all the ladies with that skill." Jennifer nudged Devon slightly, not at all bothered by him speaking up. She glanced back over at the cloaked stranger. Some people had introduced themselves but some hadn't. She wondered if the latest addition was Qyx, the one they were supposedly waiting for. Devon dropped his hand from his neck and grinned at Jennifer and then looked to where she was looking, at the strange woman. "Why are you here...?" Jen asked, her small black leather spiral notebook still in hand, her bag back by one of the lights, on the side of the tennis court. Jennifer glanced around and felt a breeze blow by. She pulled out her cell phone, an Galaxy S4 and checked the time. It was now 3 AM. Holding her breath, she stepped to the side. "Are you Qyx?" 

"Yes...I am." Qyx replied and removed the brown fabric to reveal her textured skin with tones of green and yellow.

Devon's eyed widened and he recoiled. 

The art was amazing. Whoever did it was a professional. 

Is was surely fake...? Right?

"I cannot believe it." Jennifer breathed, her heart slowing down. "In all my years...this moment is really here..."

"My name is...Qyx...like..." She thought for a moment of how to explain her name to the Earthlings. "Like the word...quicks?" She mentioned, inflection showing that she wasn't sure if that was the right word or even a word, for that matter. "I'm from a distant planet and I'd like some company." She said, trying to seem more competent confident as she normally was but introductions were always hard for her in English. Still, she was improving every day. Qyx then gave them a gentle smile and glanced back to her ship and gestured to it, "Come on, this is my ship...she is called The Connection." As she introduced said ship, it suddenly appeared and the bushes and woodwork bent down to allow for its weight and intrusion. "It's quite safe...unless you are a-accident prone." She joked a little and looked back to the humans.

Jennifer quickly darted back, picked up her bag and ran over to it. "Oh yes, please! Make way! Here I come! You don't have to ask me twice!" The manic professor cheered and stood next to it, glowing with a wide grin. 

Devon meanwhile, was more uneasy and looked to the others to see what they thought about everyone. Was this all real?

Was it really happening?