JANUARY 01 2026 

 

            I received an invitation to the battle station XLR6 where Thor Han works, for Jen Han was willing to speak and he visited his brother as to be able to meet me physically. Certain things, when it comes to the secrets and wonders of Creation, are better discussed in person. It was wonderful to meet again, hug and spend time catching up on each other’s life. Then a moment of silence settled… Jen Han looked at me with intensity, and said:

-I went inside. I went inside him, the plasma being. I met him.

            The frequency of the moment changed. Though we were meeting in a quiet corner of a lounge, suddenly, the air around us suddenly shifted. It was as if a bubble had wrapped around us, muffling reality beyond it.

-The inside is like a constructed small city, but devoid of life. Although… there is a liminal presence, it is him, the being, the Explorer. His consciousness, embedded in everything, every physical parcel of matter in here. We can see, really, that there were biological people traveling in there, a very long time ago, but I don’t even know if we can appreciate the measure of time in there. Time does not count anymore in there, because it is so old… This being doesn’t live by a linear measure of time. So anyways, these people left an immense amount of time ago—uncountable time. Only the being remains, attached to, embedded in, and melted into the structure of this ship. You know how some spacecraft are so old that they turn to stone. They fossilize. I think that's what's happened to these types of objects.

-It is not a carved rock?

-I don’t know, I am not sure anymore.

-Interesting… so there would be the carved space rocks and…fossilized ships? I never heard about that before. How can something fossilize in the empty medium of space?

-Because it’s organic at the start. It turns not into -properly, mineral stone, but it hardens to that point. It crystallizes… You should have seen the inside walls! They are all coated with this blue, crystalline neuropathways network structure. It’s like quartz, looking blue because of the inside lighting, as if the quartz was “melted”.

-Melted?

-Yes, like glass, but it is pure crystal, and it is shaped like the inside of a brain. As if… it is his brain, the being. It’s an entirely new life form unknown to us. It is biological, living, yet made of crystal.

-A crystalline life form. I suspected these existed but couldn’t figure it out how it could be possible.  

-Believe me, everything is possible. The entire inside walls of the craft are coated with this crystalline, intelligent, living network. It pulses with a blue luminous flow composed of tiny light particles, connecting information, storing it there, analyzing it, processing it… and this entire structure is powered by the mind, the consciousness, of the being. It has a name, made of three frequency sounds; that could be closely identified as the sounds: “B”- “Sh”- “M”. But of course, our human voice organs are unfitted to accurately pronounce it. His name can be heard, felt, but not pronounced by humans.

-As we, Alteans, have.

-I also saw him. He manifested himself to me. You see, because he is made of pure plasma, even though inhabiting a crystalline life form, he is pure, polarized gas. And he can shape himself into anything. Usually, at natural state, he looks like a hue of luminous, unshaped gas, but he can consciously shape the gas using an electromagnetic containment field, that he can shape to any form, with his mind. So I saw, first, the polarized hue, then the consistence of the air changed and the gas transformed into a humanoid form, very bright, with only glowing eyes as a feature. That was for him the best way to communicate with me.

-Oh wow exactly how The Nine manifested to me, when they communicated the first time; one of them took a green glowing humanoid shape with shiny purple eyes!

-This one was glowing orange, with white eyes.

-Polarized plasma often appears orange. Interesting. So how did he communicate? By bundles of information? Did you hear a voice in your head?

-I did hear a voice in my head, but it was using mine. Really weird. The voice was commenting the information that he was sending me, yes exactly like the Alteans communicate, by encoded bundles. But of a much higher, and faster level, and debit.

-I am riveted. Continue! What did he say?

-He told me why he chose me. He explained why he picked me instead of His Highness Prince Ea. Ea could understand all of this much better than me, but...okay, the being said there were two reasons. First, I am a Starmaker, and he wanted to study my brain to learn about our level of science and understanding. Of course, I could also grasp the information he shared. They don't just take information; they behave according to the great flow of Creation and give an equivalent gift in exchange. The second reason, and the real one, had a profound impact on me and my life. He revealed that my destiny was to save a world. He was willing to gift me with specific knowledge to help me accomplish that. I swear, this was huge for me.

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        At that point in the story, Jen Han did not want to publicly name that specific world until the time was right, according to the actual state of the disclosure operations. However, he was willing to share with me part of what the Explorer said. He expressed that the complete data will initially only be shared with Dan Willis and me as part of our science exchange program. Nonetheless, Jen Han allowed me to share that the entire bundle of information was enclosed under the following aspect:

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“Frequency is the key to access all things created, for it is what binds space and time in a multidimensionally variable ratio”.

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         Jen Han also mentioned that his terraforming team had found, clearing the sands in a valley in the northern hemisphere, a huge ancient pyramid, and was asking if Ea could help finding out the exact age of the construction. Of course, I asked my dear friend Ea, who is the heir of the Anakh empire, actually stationed in his mothership Nibiru near Jupiter, if he could provide some assistance. In response, he sent a team of his own scientists to Mars. They could date the building back to around 300.000 years old when the Anakhim had a colony on Mars alongside the Tyruu cultures composed of colonists from different origins such as Reptilian Naga from the Draconis constellation, Insectoids from the Sombero galaxy, Ant People and Sasquatch ancestors among other cultures. At the time, Mars -"Tyr"- was a lush world providing abundance for all its inhabitants. After the Orion Wars blasted, the Nebu created the nefarious Alliance of the Six to take over the galaxy. One of the destinations was Sol. A violent war resulted between the Martians and the Alliance of the Six, an offensive lead by the Maytra from the Andromeda galaxy. The outcome resulted in the destruction of the fifth planet, Maldek, and an exodus of the Martian populations to Earth. Mars was ripped off its atmosphere by the explosion and became the barren world we have known to this day. But not for long anymore...

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OCTOBER 3 2026
 

      Ea offered me to meet with the interstellar Explorer "3iAtlas" physically. Complete article here. Having arrived in our star system in July 2025, the visitor was set to reach its perihelion behind the Sun on 29 October, passing only 30 million kilometers from Mars on October 3. He was picking me up with the golden shuttle and we were making a stop on the way, on Mars… Ea was standing in the command room dressed magnificently as ever. He turned to welcome me as I walked from the shuttle's teleport pad and invited me to sit in one of the two secondary front seats on either side of the main command chair.

-I have never been on Mars, I said. It is a very exciting first time for me!

-The visitor is at its closest from Mars, Ea replied, an opportunity for you to stop by and salute your good friend, Jen Han.

-How wonderful! Despite working with the Galactic Federation of Worlds, I am a civilian. Earth civilians aren't allowed on Mars at the moment because it's under the protection of the Earth Alliance, a military organization.

-Don't worry. I have galactic diplomatic immunity. I can go anywhere in the galaxy and bring guests.

 

      The golden imperial shuttle set course to the red planet. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. I have been to many amazing places already, but Mars was always to me a forbidden planet, and at the image of the unavoidable, natural tangent of evolution, we are always drawn to what is out of our reach. And there it was: Mars. I was surprised to see that it is not the uniformly red, dusty desert that NASA photos show. It has large ice caps and several green patches resulting from terraforming operations. As soon as we entered lower orbit, a military operator with an American accent addressed us in English through the command board’s speaker. The soldier requested landing authorization from the Earth Alliance, and I wondered how long it would take him to realize who he was addressing. Ea, in turn, responded to the operator with patience and elegance. When he declined his titles and status, there was a silence of a few seconds. Then, the operator made him repeat himself, probably incredulous. A few seconds later, the soldier resumed the conversation, this time with a trembling voice, saying that they had verified the signature of our ship and apologizing profusely for the inconvenience. It must have been a shock for this simple soldier! Now stammering, the operator applied protocol by requesting validation for the other people on board. Ea exchanged a complicit smile with me, then addressed again the operator.

-By virtue of my titles as First Prince of the Empire and Galactic Ambassador for Peace, my universal immunity also applies to my guests.

-Your…Your Highness… the poor man stuttered, the protocol of the Earth Alliance requires the identity of your guests… please?

-Can we avoid that? I whispered to Ea. I’m gonna get in trouble.

        Ea winked at me and replied to the Martian operator.

-I am travelling with Anakh Princess Ninmah from the Imperial House of Anu. We are not requesting authorization for passage; we are informing your authorities of our landing.

-Landing granted, Your Highness.

-Also, I do not request an escort.

-Understood Your Highness. No escort.

-Thank you. Have a nice day.

        The man on the other end of the communication was certainly sweating like never before, I thought, laughing to myself.

-Are things always that strenuous on Ki? Ea asked me.

-Yep. Earth administration. Military is the worst. The Federation is the same.

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         We entered the thin, blue and brown ribbon of Mars’ atmosphere, smoothly sliding down in the elegant imperial shuttle.

-You may want to inform your friend of our visit, Ea said.

-Oh, yes!

       I activated my implant and contacted Jen Han. He was surprised to learn that I was only a few hundred miles away from his habitat on Mars. However, his excitement quickly turned to nervousness when he found out that my pilot was Ea and that an Imperial Prince was about to visit his small humble Martian habitat in a few minutes. We landed just above the equator, near the Alpha Centaurian scientific colony. We could see their white, translucent domes in the distance. Ea’s shuttle touched ground as close as possible to Jen Han’s small domed house. While the engine stopped and the dust began to settle, Ea attached a breathing apparatus to my face, covering it from my nose to my chin.

-We will have to run from the shuttle to your friend’s door, Ea said while opening the shuttle’s airlock, the temperature is mild but the air pressure is much lighter.

-No environmental suits? I asked, dumbfounded.

-No, you only need this breathing mask to convert the air composition to your requirements. It is not cold, believe me.

-I think I’ll have to review everything I thought I knew about Mars.

 

         We hurried down the ramp, and when I jumped onto the Martian ground, I felt lighter. Following Ea’s fast steps was fun, and in seconds, we were at Jen Han’s door. On the way, I saw nothing but brown dust, so I can't say I saw much of anything on Mars. Jen Han’s small, domed house had an airlock porch that opened and closed behind us. Once the ambient pressure had stabilized, we removed our masks, and the door opened. I ran into Jen Han’s arms, and we hugged and laughed. It was so good to meet again, and for once, not on his brother’s battle station. This was the environment I could see in the background when we communicated: the desk, the kitchenette, and the bed. The place looked more like a monk's cell rather than a house. Jen Han had company: two girls his age, a blonde and a brunette, whom he introduced as his colleagues. For now, however, they were all three bowing to Ea, trembling with awe, with one knee on the ground and one hand on the chest, until Ea asked them to stand up. This is the diplomatic protocol used by the United Galactic Alliance. It's not about submission or inferiority, but rather, respect for the values of one's rank. Jen Han’s young friends were visibly emotional about this unexpected encounter. After a brief conversation, Ea invited the three of them to join us on the Imperial Shuttle to meet the interstellar visitor.

 

         As the shuttle left the Martian soil and set a high orbital trajectory, Jen Han introduced his two female friends who were sitting behind us. The brunette, Tem, was nicknamed after her home planet, Temmer, in the Ashaara star system (in the Pleiades). The blonde, Tahura, was an Alpha Centaurian from Silo. They both worked for the jointly-run terraforming operations. Our three guests were impressed by the beauty of Ea’s spacecraft entirely made of solid gold and platinum, but foremostly to be in his presence. The girls could barely breathe or say a word. We soon arrived in sight of the interstellar visitor, at first a bright glow that revealed quickly as a bright cylinder reflecting the sunlight. As we approached, Ea made telepathic contact with him. A sacred silence filled the room. All of us were hanging on his next words, as well as the spectacular vision on the front screen.

-He is inviting us to approach, Ea said. Behold.

 

        Ea brought his craft close enough for us to see the structure's details: the rows of square windows and the metallic lattice clinging to the rocky outer shell. Then he positioned the shuttle to hover above the visitor's back. The energy was phenomenal! I could feel his polarized plasma consciousness field engulfing our craft. When Ea steadied the shuttle above the visitor’s back, the frequency in the command room changed. The instruments came to a still; we could feel him -"it"- the vast being beneath us, its consciousness a tide of polarized plasma sweeping through the hull and into our bones. It was as if the shuttle had ceased to be a machine and become part of a living current, vibrating with a rhythm older than the stars, and the gold composing our craft was magnifying this power. My thoughts weren’t my own anymore; they moved in patterns shaped by something vast and wordless. Awe mingled with a quiet shiver, the sense that we were standing inside a thought, inside the awareness of something that had seen creation unfold and still remembered the pulse of the first light. No sensor could measure that energy. It was presence. A consciousness vast enough to fill the void, pressing against us gently, almost tenderly, as if welcoming us into the dream it had been dreaming.

 

        For a moment, none of us spoke. Words had become too small for what we were inside. I could feel his mind, and everyone else’s mind aboard our craft, through a kind of harmonic empathy, as if the visitor’s field had woven us into a single mind. Even Ea, who had seen things we could barely name, grew still. His face lost its usual sharp precision. He seemed to be listening to something vast and private, something only he and the visitor could share. As for me, what I felt wasn’t light or energy or even thought. It was recognition. A sudden knowing that this consciousness wasn’t foreign at all. It had been with us from the beginning, folded into the codes of our atoms, waiting for the moment we’d come close enough to remember.

 

       The shuttle’s hull hummed, not from engines or vibration, but from resonance, like a prayer being answered in metal. Every gauge on the panel flickered between silence and infinity, unable to define what was happening. Outside, the visitor’s form pulsed once, slowly, as if breathing. And we understood, without translation or command, that it had seen us. Not as explorers, but as children returning from a long forgetfulness. No data recorder could capture that. The experience wasn’t information; it was communion. As for Jen Han and the girls, I turned back to look at them. I saw my young Ahel friend, broken and in tears. He was pale and sobbing, his body shaking with tremors.

-Jen Han are you Ok? I asked, worried.

         My young friend was staring at me, unable to get any sound out from his throat.

-He merged with him in the time field, Ea said.

-With Jen Han? He is going to be Ok?

-He’s a Starmaker (*terraformer), that is why he chose him.

-Wow…

         Jen Han managed to stutter a few words with trembling lips.

-He… he told me… to give you…this message:

“I come in peace”

 

         I understood completely what Jen Han was enduring. I saw in his trembling eyes the same storm that had once torn through me when I first came into contact with The Nine. Nothing prepares you for it. It doesn’t simply happen to you; it rebuilds you, atom by atom, thought by thought. It feels like a cosmic wind tearing through your soul, stripping away everything that isn’t truth. The storm doesn’t pass in a day; it lingers, whispering, reshaping you for days, for weeks, until you no longer remember who you were before it began. I knew this state well. Such contact is never only a transmission of data or energy; it’s a translation of being. The message always comes in layers, folding dimensions into perception, awakening senses we didn’t know we possessed... The visitor was not only speaking to him; he was tuning him, aligning his frequencies to the same calm that now hummed through the stars. I also knew that this message was multidimensional: The visitor came with peaceful intentions, he was bringing peace, and he arrived at a time when peace was settling into this star system. He had come at precisely the right moment, when the turbulence of this star system was at last giving way to equilibrium. His arrival was not random. It was part of a pattern, a harmonic restoration.
-The Explorers are bringers of peace, Ea said. They travel through places where significant changes are happening.

 

        Jen Han was well taken care of by his two colleagues, especially Tem, on whose shoulder he leaned for the rest of the trip. Before dropping them off on Mars on our way back to Earth, I told Jen Han that I would give him time to process what had happened and that he could contact me when he felt ready. I gave him a big, warm, motherly hug, and we parted ways at the edge of the shuttle’s airlock.

 

        About a week later, I still hadn’t received a heads-up from Jen Han. I decided to contact his brother, Thor Han, to find out without bothering my young friend. I couldn’t travel to space for a while because I had caught a cold on Mars and developed an ear drum problem due to pressure shifts. As I expected, Jen Han had confided in his brother. The plasma space being merged with Jen-Han’s consciousness. It was more than just an exchange of information. It took him to the origins of where he comes from and who he is. He teleported Jen Han physically onto the craft and returned him in the fraction of a second he was taken. Thor Han’s brother saw the interior of the craft and spent some time there, learning about the nature of Creation from the being himself. The being also told him about the changes on Earth and Jen Han's role in them. Our young Ahel friend was profoundly moved.

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JULY 08 2025

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        When I contacted Jen Han today, he was in a truck back from some terraforming operations. As part of his tasks, he is often checking data on these towers that are everywhere, that change the weather, and he is bringing back the data to the station. This procedure, for some reason I don't know, needs to be done manually. His colleague, who was driving, was an Alpha Centaurian young man with short brown hair, his name was Jor El, interesting, apparently it is a common name. They were driving towards Aries Prime and I could see it! At first, the track was leading them to a small entrance bunker in the side of a rocky hill and I was disappointed. 
-Is that the entrance of Aries Prime? I asked.

-No, Jen Han replied, it's just a side entrance. Do you want to see the base?

-Of course!

          The vehicle drove up the hill, kicking up a red cloud of dust, and stopped at the top. When the dust settled, I exclaimed in awe. There was a large canyon with several branches and a cluster of buildings filling it. I realized I was looking at the glass roofs of the mostly underground base. Aries Prime looked like a complex structure of greenhouses mixed with bunker roofs. I suppose that's how they get daylight inside while minimizing energy use. I will remember this vision always.

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MAY 01 2025

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            Jen Han couldn't fully take a communication as he was finishing a work on holographic devices and was about to catch a shuttle for Alpha Centauri, in the purpose of spending two days break there. He said it was not for work so I asked him if there was a girl involved. He said yes, but not the one that was with him in the cafeteria on Aries prime, last time. It's a new one. Jen Han is very discrete on his personal life so I respect that and didn't ask more questions. The Alpha Centaurian girls are rather cute lol.

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JANUARY 29 2025

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            In this next brief session to talk about our science exchange programs, I connected with my device to Jen Han on Mars in the middle of him having a lunch in the company of an Alpha Centaurian girl, a cute blondie named Cena. She was connected telepathically to him, listening to our conversation as he allowed her so. Probably to impress her.  He was also a bit distracted. Jen Han has always been very private about his personal life, so surprising him in the company of girls is always amusing.

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JANUARY 08 2025

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-I have been occupied with my work here at Aries Prime Station, Jen Han says. It is from here that we centralize all operations of planetary engineering, or terraforming as you may call it. I always have time for you. We have been very busy here, if I may say so, with the rush to prepare for the arrival of new colonies from Terra in the next two years. We must prepare biodomes and facilities with organic, fertilized soil so that they can settle immediately and be autonomous.

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NOVEMBER 20 2023

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JH: The terraforming operations on planet Tyr, known as Mars, have now reached a significant threshold as the lower layers of atmosphere on the planet have increased levels in oxygen and nitrogen. The multicellular life present in the subsurface layers of the circumpolar regions have significantly developed, displaying feeble but visible changes. The micro-organisms imported from Alpha Centauri able to produce extraordinary amounts of lithium perchlorate helped generating the necessary oxygen, in an organic and slow process. It is here not about terraforming a planet in order to import new life-forms, but about re-forming a planets’ ancient atmosphere, that was destroyed by a cataclysmic event, in order for the local life-forms to have a new chance of thriving and their restored environment. Holographic technologies identical to those implemented in medical beds are employed to interface the lattice of the current Mars atmosphere to a moment in the past when this atmosphere was intact and best suited for the development of life. By time quantum interface, the ancient, original, holographic atmospheric lattice re-pairs the current one. One could describe it best as a healing of the planet rather than a modification. This will make it easier for Earth future colons to settle on Mars, where the Space-X company has already acquired territories from the Earth Alliance. Only companies approved by the Earth Alliance as working in favor of Humanity in the respect of all local life and environmental conditions, are given clearance to build colonies. As another significant requirement, these companies will have to work in close collaboration with the local Tyruu government, now in charge of the management of their own planet with the guidance and protection of the Galactic Federation of Worlds.

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NOVEMBER 07 2023

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-JH: I have watched the recorded transmission of the presentation in your symposium, that my brother transmitted to me. It was good, excellent, and I am so proud of all the team, all of them who worked on this project, even those who weren’t present. I have been made aware of the discrepancies of opinions within the team, and the splitting to compare different methodologies. In the end, it worked out well and you made your first Phryll generator, congratulations!

-E: I never told you all these details, who did?

-JH: Thor Han, of course.

-E: He always knows more than he pretends.

-JH: He spies on you and your communications sometimes (laughs) 

-E: How are you Jen Han?

-JH: Oh great, I have been upgraded!

-E: Oh brilliant! Congratulations in turn, to you! What happened? Are you still in that Selosi experimental biodome?

-JH: No, guess where, Aries Prime!

-E: Aries Prime? Woahh what are you doing there?

-JH: Well it is more interesting now for me, they are teaching me about different types of environmental change operations, I am working as one of the assistants to great scientists. Some scientists are from Terra. Working on the atmospheric domain, operating on the air masses’ movements. Everything here is so slow; this planet is full of life already and all changes need to be made finely, in accordance with the requirements of the local life forms.

-E: You said some scientists are from Terra?

-JH: It’s a mixed team.

-E: What nationality on Terra?

-JH: Ehm Russian and American.

-E: How many of them?

-JH: Six.

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SEPTEMBER 11 2023

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-ELENA : I have only the sound, can you hear me?

-JEN HAN : I can hear you, wait I will switch the visual on.

-ELENA : How do you do that? Do you do it with the implant or using technology?​

-JEN HAN : Technology. Wait, right, can you see me?

-ELENA : Yes! What’s the brown stains on your face?

-JEN HAN : Oh I was outside, strong winds here, it lifts the soil in dirt storms.

-ELENA : Do you mean… that you can breathe outside?​

-JEN HAN : Yes, we can when the winds are here. There are areas on Tyr where you can breathe. We are moving the atmosphere, creating currents in it, but not too brutal; by stages.

​-ELENA : Yesterday you couldn’t take the communication with me because you were in a horrendous and violent storm, but you were wearing an environmental suit.

​-JEN HAN : That was for the dirt. You can’t breathe in a powerful dirt storm, only you can breathe when the wind is from sublayers of the atmosphere; it moves the breathable air without the dirt; then you can.

​-ELENA : Ok thank you. I will still have to interview you on absolutely everything you are doing on Mars.

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JULY 31 2023

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DAN WILLIS: I hear you are doing your first terraforming assignment on Mars where you now get to use all your knowledge.   How rewarding that must be to see the planet transform!

 

JEN HAN : I was just talking about this to Elena, here on Tyr it’s tough. My first job is not what I expected; I am allocated to the observation and regulation of the micro-organisms that grow on the inner shell of the biodome where I am assigned to. That’s not exciting. Here on Mars, because the Selosi brought their own ecosystems, it can at any moment disbalance the perchloric acidity of the ground and cause harm. These micro-organisms produce lithium perchlorate, and at a specific temperature, they generate oxygen, so they release theses microbes extremely carefully, not to shock Tyr’s ecosystem. You don’t see it but there is an ecosystem on Tyr. I would have never allowed these colonies to come and settle here; Tyr is a fragile planet still. Its biosphere was ripped off in the past and it had remained unstable since. Most life forms here have been living underground. There is so much work to do here, and I am only preoccupied with the terraforming operations. The diplomatic and political interactions between all these different groups, the Selosi, the Meton, the Terran military, the Terran colonists, the Tyruu reptilians, the Insectoid clans, and these others arriving soon. In a way, I am tranquil with my microbes crawling under Dome 65T. How can I help you my Terran friend? Hey I can communicate now directly with Elena, they said they are trusting me now!