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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Currently unavailable but is getting rehomed with MCB

Being an OIL (Onsite Inter-species Liaison) for NUTS (the Nextworld Universal Transport Service) has never been an easy job. In fact it's a crap job when you're stuck on a backwater nowheresville like Earth.

But cobra-shifter Sissal manages. Sure it was a demotion but he'll climb back out of this hell eventually. Humans are amusing though not attractive, so no one will find out about his peculiar...performance issues. That is, until NUTS sends him a new assistant. Damn it. The kid didn't have to be so cute.