My Primitive Alien Exile

I thought I was being hired for an HR position, not to serve as the human resource for a bunch of aliens…

One abduction later, I’m working as the personal assistant to an ambassador for the Intragalactic Star-System Coalition. It’s not a bad job, and it definitely got me away from the backwoods of Montana where I grew up, but it’s not all peace talks and interstellar mediations. 

We’re on our way to a big conference when our ship is attacked by unknown assailants. I’m tossed into an escape pod and make it out before the ship implodes, but debris knocks my pod off course, and with the computer running nothing but errors…well, ‘screwed’ just about sums it up.

Looks like I’ll be crash landing on a primitive alien planet. Good thing my daddy was a paranoid survivalist nut and taught me everything he knew.

The one thing he didn’t teach me? What to do when you fall for an alien with big ears, a prehensile tail, hand-like wings, and enough curiosity to kill a cat nine times over.

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