MY SHIP WAS DESTROYED

Walking toward the nearest town, I see bonfires and hear humans singing. I wonder momentarily if I've time traveled into the past. Thankfully my hood covers my face, which is the tell-tale sign I'm not human. But I'll have to find someone to help me to contact the Alliance Force. They don't even know I'm on Earth. My mission was so secret that no one but the Empress knew.

I look around at the human faces. Who is the most trustworthy and open-minded among these humans? Then I see her illuminated by a light above her. The goddesses are guiding me to whom I must trust, and it doesn't hurt that she's an adorable human. I make my way through the crowd straight toward her.

BUT ADORABLE LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING. WILL SHE HELP ME OR BETRAY ME?

Fox

I have seven weeks to meet and marry a human woman. If I don't, I will lose my position as Commander of the Alliance Force.

Since I took command, my attempts to meet eligible women have been disastrous. Lev, our resident anthropologist, has suggested I attend Oktoberfest in Munich. His rationale is that I like beer, the camaraderie of dancing and singing, and will be surrounded by women who also enjoy the same.

I always advise my officers to mingle with humans at their festivals. The better we understand humanity and are emotionally connected to the people of Earth, the better we can defend their planet.

Perhaps taking my own advice will help me find a wife before it's too late.