Captain's log - day one. We have landed successfully and established the research outpost. Thanks to our latest cloaking technology, we were able to settle close to the target group of aliens we are going to observe. Everything went well and we're preparing to run the first scans of the settlement. At first glance, the society appears to be quite primitive. Some of the groups started experimenting with antimatter but most of them just seem to live their everyday lives in small, separate settlements. They're built like simple networks. The aliens use some kind of vehicles for transportation. We'll have to investigate their propulsion systems. From what I can tell, they're absolutely unlike anything we've seen before. They emit some sort of gas into the atmosphere, probably helping to maintain the specific climate inside the settlement. I wonder if the natives can live outside. Captain's log - day two. Our doctor is excited about the first samples of the natives' tissues. My people have gathered some in one of the places nearby. The aliens apparently go there to have the specific part of their epidermis removed. We know too little of their culture to establish if it's done for health purposes or, perhaps, it's some kind of religious ritual. So far, we've been able to establish how they acquire food. Seems they have a particular bartering system, although we haven't found out what use they have for certain items. They look like small parts of their clothing, being made roughly from the same material, but they're too small to conveniently serve the purpose of making clothes. "Captain! Look what I've found!" The young lieutenant was so excited that she failed to report properly. "What is it?" Her commanding officer smiled generously. The woman approached him and handed him a small artefact. It looked like a representation of one of the aliens. Strange shape. They had large heads, their limbs were disproportionally long and the joints seemed all wrong. This one was slightly different. The head was even bigger but at least the limbs were more regular. "Do you think it's another species?" The captain rolled the figurine in his hands. "Perhaps an image of their god?" "We need to investigate more but I suspect it's a religious artefact," the woman confirmed. "Very well," the captain nodded and gave her the item back. "Proceed, lieutenant." Captain's log - day five The last few days were rather hectic. We managed to gather enough data to begin the comparative research. Nothing checked out. We're beginning to suspect that this species is too unlike all the others we've encountered, that we'll have to study them closer. One of the ensigns has already volunteered for a reconnaissance mission. I see no other option than to agree. "I'm walking through one of their streets," the ensign reported through an open comm link. Making him look even remotely as one of the natives had been a daunting task but with some effort, they achieved a satisfactory result. "There are some sort of transparent doors all around," the ensign continued quietly, so that the natives couldn't hear him. So far, no one had been paying attention. "Try walking through one of them," the captain suggested. "It's a big room with a lot of people inside," came the next report. "What are they doing?" "Most of them are. bent somehow around some sort of pulpits. There are some colourful substances placed on them. The natives are manipulating them with some tools and." "Stolik dla pana?" One of the natives approached the ensign. "Captain?" The ensign was unsure what to do. Unfortunately, the universal translator wasn't was universal as they hoped it to be, since it's been unable to decipher the aliens' language so far. "Back away, slowly," the captain whispered through the comm link. "I'd like to investigate some other places," the ensign suggested once he was safely back in the street. "You're feeling up to it?" The captain made sure. "Yes, sir!" "Proceed. Try another door." The ensign gathered all his courage and entered another room. This one was smaller and there were only a couple of the aliens inside. "There are a lot of items placed along the walls," the ensign continued to report. "There is one alien on the other side of a small wall, talking to the others. They are looking at some of the items. "Describe them." "Some kind of. vessels?" "Perhaps that's one of the places they conduct trade?" The captain suggested. "I don't think so," the ensign slightly shook his head. "They don't seem to have anything in exchange. wait!" He came closer and saw one of the aliens pull out a small, flat object. The ensign observed the other native put it into some kind of device and. handing it back. The couple then took one of the vessels and walked out of the room. "Czym moge sluzyc?" The ensign didn't wait longer and rushed out back into the street. Captain's log - day ten The aliens are still a mystery to us. We don't even understand their social structure yet. Having been unable to translate their language, we cannot understand their daily routines. From what we've seen so far, they live in small communities, comprising of two to four different races. Some of them live alone but it's never the smaller ones. The doctor postulated they might be their offspring but it seems highly unlikely. There are no great genetic differences between the races but they look so different, we're still puzzled. Observing their activities is fascinating but doesn't reveal much. Further missions weren't more enlightening than the first one. We saw aliens engaging in all sorts of strange activities. One of the most widespread appears to be watching some kind of screens. They either do it while pushing buttons on flat padds attached to the monitors or just watch the screens idly. Since their senses are so different than ours, we can't even see what they see on them. We also have no clue as to the purpose of the devices. We suspected some kind of communication devices but they hardly speak while watching them. Might be some sort of telepathic link but we can't tell. The only word we've been able to understand of their language is "Czlowiek". Our translator claims that the word should sound "Human." Apparently, that's how they call themselves.
