Interplanetary Multispecies Pact (IMP)

Yervath space - where an ancient race of dual-strand genetic beings set up IMP for their own devices. Hey. They had the tech. Everyone else had to go along.

While IMP is aware of Earth, Sol system is considered a primitive backwater. They keep an eye on us, but most of the time, we're a footnote beyond the edges of civuilized space.

A Christmas Cactus for the General

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Exiled to Earth for perhaps the worst failure in Irasolan history, General Teer must assimilate or die. Earth is too warm, too wet, too foreign, but he does the best he can even though human males are loud, childish louts whom he can't imitate successfully. When a grieving seaplane pilot strikes up a strange and uneasy friendship with him, he finds he may have been too quick to judge human males. They are strange to look at, but perhaps not as unbearable as he thought.




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A message from the Home Office

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Coming August 2020

Being an OIL (Onsite Inter-species Liaison) for the Interplanetary Multispecies Pact has never been an easy job. In fact it's a crap job when stuck on a backwater nowhere planet like Earth.

But cobra Yervath Sissal Naganos manages. The demotion was swift and heavy-handed, but he'll climb back out of this hell eventually. Humans don't meet his social needs, so, yes, it's been lonely and he tells himself he likes the solitude. That is, until IMP sends him an irritating  new assistant he never asked for. Now his peace is well and truly disturbed and his paranoid diplomatic reflexes have reawakened. The worst part is the kid didn't have to be so cute.