A white man stepped out of the the blinding dock, he looked about with a strong jaw, a pectoral tapestry of perfection, only defiled by a mole near the left nipple. He was the team leader on this expedition, the greatest great grandson of a former astronaut, back when only an elite few could travel to space.
Following him was an Asian women, no taller than a sapling, submerged in the fluorescence of the vivd planet of which they crash-landed. She was abstract to her male counterpart, but outweighed him in the matters of xenomorphology. She was intelligent, but she was also like a child in the newly discovered planet. She turned to look at her husband: a black man of pale, caramel skin. He pigeonholed his mind to the direct path ahead, seeing a passage that was anything but natural, immediate proof in his mind that extraterrestrial beings existed on this opaque planet, jiggling with animated sentience. Everything seemed alive, and welcoming to the foreign bodies, with fishbowl caps, and gas tank oxygen, with nitrogen putters.
The three space travelers stepped onto the musky ground, a mulch of gummy residue, clacking and clicking with clinging onto their boots. It almost held on like that of a babe coddling it's parent's leg, saying "Weee!!!!" With every step forward. The world was more purple than pink, more yellow than red, and no green in sight, except for some camouflaged misty gaseous element that steahlily snaked throughout the atmosphere.
The white man smiled, amazed by the luck they had, as he stepped around the space shuttle. It wasn't in too poor of shape, he could fix it with help from his teammates in a matter of hours. If it were to take an Earth day, that would seem to long. The black man still kept his eyes focused on the sentient-made path, becoming more anxious as the time flew by, knowing that eventually whatever alien life form made that path would surely be coming back down that very path, and find three new species of meat to devour. He too began to check the shuttle, but in the frantic stylings of a creature not wanting to turn into prey, searching for a hidey hole to ride out the xenomorph's hunger.
The Asian woman was still impressed by the flora, which seemed more like gelatin cubes,mand fake plastic flowers, the kind you laid a rest atop tombs for added sympathy that lasted longer than massacred petunias, or hacked callalilly. She began a bioscan, and found that the world was clearly inhabited, but she could see that things were obviously off-balanced with this strange, beautiful world.
Her husband, too busy focusing on what the white, strong jawed sycophant who was too busy admiring his own ego in a pool of mercury to notice. The path; beaten with alien substance. He ignored his beautiful wife, and arrogant commander, and took up his laser pistol, crouching down, as he walked past the two, and down the path. The white man only noticed when the black astronaut surpassed him, a no-no in his eyes, full of white liberal guilt, yet a suppression of self-identified bigotry in his attempts to be understanding.
"Not so fast, Clint, I do to want you to feel obliged to take charge! I'll head out into unknown territory! Why don't you sit back and help out Lisa, you know how difficult it is for her to see, I mean pay attention to her surroundings! My bad!"
"Damn it, Michael! There's gotta be an alien prescence here! Look at that trail! Look where it leads, towars that giant jelly mountain with the cavernous hole! It must be a beast we could never as men face!"
"Of course there's a liens here: us. My my, you're sure funny with your wild superstions, Clint. Perhaps you're going to tell me next that you saw a Sasquatch roaming around I thieae jelly fields. Be careful. it's doesn't feel like a safe space, and it could fold in upon itself in weeping worry. Don't worry, I'll take the lead with bleeding-heart understanding, you be a good boy, I mean a strong, intelligent, independent man of color, and make sure that Lisa doesn't bump into anything! I mean, that she opens her ey- I mean thwt she stay scanning for respectful, civilized life forms."
"Yeah, cause it seems lacking, so far-" Clnt said under muttered breath.
"What's that now?" The captain shot back with a candid smile of white privilege.
"Nothing boss man, I'll just sit back and watch over the ship, make sure no spooks come along and steal it off. I know how you white folk don't like seeing their stuff get stolen by spooks that aren't even there."
The captain's smile faded, as he readied his plasma rifle.
"Real funny Clint, just stay with the ship, if I'm not back in thirty earth minutes,"
Wouldn't be much of a loss, I say! Clint said inside his head, a small migraine was enveloping his skull with heated spite.
"-make sure to send Lisa out, but dear God! Make sure she's wearing her glasses!"
The captain went off towards the jelly rocks, and Clint sat with his wife, who was still amazed by her surroundings, a a Ning rocks, alien flora, and the occasional speck of dirt she swore was moving. He loved his wife, and his marriage to a fellow astronaut was more than satisfactory. Although his mother said he was catching Yellow Fever was very, very uncalled for, his father took to Lisa like a daughter without much uneasiness. Sure, he'd have loved to son marry a beautiful Nubian Princess, but Clint was happy, and was so sick of the stereotypes, and the disdain for interracial marriages. He could even see a slight displeasure In his captain's eyes, and once they got back to earth, Cont would kindly answer with a swif punch to the racist bastard's head. He could control his anger, he never had much of a problem with anger,mbut this asshole had made him feel like biting his stupid fucking face right off in a fit of uncontrolled rage.
Thirty minutes went by, and not a sound, the wind blew slower, almost like a steady not fog that crept about you, rather than a cool breeze that was wild and free. The world was strange, it had not changed much in the half hour, not even the sounds changed, as though on a loop. Lisa found nothing truly groundbreaking on the planet, even in the half mile radius from the shuttle that she trekked. Clint was busy fixing the shuttle to get it operational. Lisa noticed something odd: there was a strange pulse that happened every fifteen minutes. She didn't know what to think, as a pulse went off three times, but she checked her bio scanner, and saw movement, coming towards herself and Clint at a fairly quick pace. It was the captain,being chased by a tiger-like furry jelly monster. Clint laughed, as the bastard fiend was brought down by what looked like a Seasme Stree muppet.
The Captain was killed, but Clint didn't have time to enjoy this news, but ushered Lisa back into the shuttle,,she banging her forehead on the shuttle launchbay door, but they both ran in, and a King started the launch.
"Damn Honkey, trying to get is killed, bastard! Damn creature made my Afro frizz!" He exclaimed.
The shuttle launched off, and was drifting off into space, away from the muppet monster, and off to the mothership. Then they were off, a historical flight, where the first racist was eaten on the Jelly-molded, yellow belly planet of Political Correctica.
Thank you for reading this short little farce.
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