The Project

So that’s what they did. Fourteen minutes later, the yark summarized the hasty meeting:

"Well, it is obvious, we are indeed off course. "

Akazar stared at him, enraged. As if it wasn’t enough he had to live inside that wisecracking vermin for Almost 60 days now, it’s going to take much longer now. . .

"I feel it necessary to say" the yark’s low pitched voice invaded Akazar’s gloomy thoughts like a stone crashing through a glass window, "that this is absolutely not my fault. You gave me the wrong coordinates to begin with. My data cells confirm that I have knowledge of coordinate 0. 6442, which is almost the same, but only almost. " After a moment he added- "of course it is best that I will go over the maps once again in case you have misread anything else. "

Akazar decided he was going to strangle him, no matter the outcome.

"It is no small diversion, bot not too big either. We. . . I can fix it, I estimate the voyage to take an additional 25 days. "

"Twenty five days!", Akazar jumped at him, but the yark dodged smoothly causing Akazar to fall on the floor. Akazar slowly got up, cleaned his pants from some sort of unseen speckles, although the place was impeccably clean (the yark is a very hygienic creature).

"You went over the coordinates and approved it!" He filtered through his lips with frustration.

"Now look here, landman. . . "

"DON’T CALL ME THAT!" Screamed Akazar.

A few seconds (127) passed before Akazar got calm enough to speak again, this time using a sweet cherry tone of voice: "I have a name, you know. . . "

The yark watched Akazar with pity, choosing to deal with the issue by ignoring It, "I have done numerous interplanetary voyages, there is just no way that the mistake is on my side, and while we both know that this is your first time in space as a traveler and navigator, we can come to the conclusion that you have mistaken handing over the coordinates, but never mind that. . . " he handed Akazar the shimmering, rectangular map back, smiling. "I am not angry with you. "

Akazar knew that the yark was a vain creature, but he was disgusted nevertheless.

"It should be noted" announced the yark while pacing around in the room and halting near

the window "that due to the unexpected glitch in the flight plan, we will need to make a stop, I need to eat and rest. . . maybe I will even try one of your stuff. "

"That’s not for you" said Akazar with a cold voice. The yark grinned and then turned his

head slightly to the right looking at the blue planet hanging in space right in front of Them. "This place looks just fine for freshening up, it obviously has water and greenery in abundance and probably a lot of air too, for you. . . that is. "

Akazar didn’t move.

"I will just make a short examination of its atmospheric conditions, but I think it will do. "

"It must support some sort of life forms" said Akazar.

"Don’t worry, I will search for a peaceful place. We are not staying long, I don’t want to, and

besides, I can not stall you on your voyage to cha-roon, it is forbidden. . . "

"You bet it’s forbidden, you smart ass son of a. . . "

"Yet, it is essential that we make this pause in our journey. Do not Worry. . . " and he went to the wall and was practically sucked into it with a sound That revolted Akazar, it reminded him of the sound your boots made while walking in mud.