His name was Yafala Sekola Kokare. He was a male of the Ya’a Naomi, a race that resembles a cross between the human and the raccoon. His five-thruster spaceship was blasting towards the Earth at full speed. All he had was his space ship, a few supplies, a few odd trinkets, an amulet he wore around his neck, the laari, or sarong, which was wrapped about his waist, and a piece of stone with weird writing and symbols that he wanted to find the meaning of. Continue reading →