Sarya was bored. She never traveled in a space ship before and was very excited at the beginning. But soon it became monotonous. Mainly that was because there were no other people to talk with. All the other people on the ship were pretty boring and often very busy. And as long as everything was fine, there wasn't much to do for her. Traveling through space wasn't as interesting as she thought. But she didn't wanted to complain. After all, she had the chance to see other worlds beside her own and she never visited the other planets on the Algol system. Everything she knew was the dry Motavia, practically nothing more than a whole big desert.<br/><br/>This wasn't always the case. While it had been a desert planet as long as it exists, there was a time, where it was green and fertile. After the planet Palma, the original home planet of the palmans, was destroyed, fugitive palmans began to settle Motavia and build a computer, called Mother Brain, which turned the barren land into a lush green. All went well, until  Mother Brain malfunctioned. And it became worse. Behind Mother Brain's odd behavior was an malicious entity, called Dark Force, apparently the embodiment of evil. He plagued Algol a millennium earlier already, but was defeated by a woman with the name Alis Landale. And he was defeated again, by a man, who was her descendant. Yet another millennium later, he returned and was defeated again. It seemed like he returned every millennium...<br/><br/>But Sarya didn't really care about that. It was all long ago and the people, who defeated him were all long dead by now. All of that was the stuff of history books and could be just as well a movie of some sort. She didn't even care about the possibility of his return. After all, she wouldn't be alive anymore when it happened and he got defeated three times already. Somebody would do it a fourth time, she was sure of that. Algol wasn't very interesting beyond that. When she got the chance to visit other galaxies, she didn't even think about it.<br/><br/>Now she was on the way to a diplomatic gathering of some sort. She didn't really care about that either. She knew that the Federation of Free Peoples called for representatives of every race, but she doubted that numans would be heard, just as the native motavians. And sure enough, the only diplomats on the ship were palmans and dezolians. So there was nothing to gain for her own race.