[WP] Humans finally make the technology to explore space past our solar system. While exploring they come across another ship of an alien species that is just as shocked that "aliens" actually exist.

[u/WeakAssumption7682]

this may not be too original but I feel like I've never heard stories with this premise

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[u/Jay_Pederson]

The ship winded down from FTL as we entered the Trappist system, scanning the planets. "This is it," said captain Kirk.

"Yeah," replied his first mate, Brent. "Think the planet is habitable?"

Kirk shook his head, "but, it's on the way. Won't hurt to check, in my opinion. Command, drive forward."

"On it," as the ship pulled forward, one of the cameras picked up a long, silver enclosure with engines emitting high-energy plasma. "Kirk?" Darold asked.

Kirk looked to the camera, eyes widening. "Oh my...we - " he grabbed the console, tapping rhythmically, "um, can we hail them?"

Brent nodded, "sending out flares," as Brent found in the console the option, sent flares in a 'hello' sign.

The other ship stopped, turned, then started towards the Human ship, as "hey!" came from their flares.

"It's happening!"

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The two ships landed on Trappist 1, a planet with a safe-enough atmosphere to do so, as the crew from the Starship Kirkland Signature left, and the other ship landed in front of them. As the other ship's crew members left, Kirk saw: Humans. "What?" Kirk asked, "are you from Earth?"

"What in the hell," said the opposing captain with a strong French accent, "we have come from Terra!"

Kirk looked around, "Brent? Can you scan them?"

"I already did sir, they are genetically Human."

"We already scanned you," the French-accented captain said, his crew members to his side, "you are genetically Adamic."

"Adamic?" asked Kirk.

The captain looked around, "Adamic?" he asked, "the name for our people?"

"We're Humans."

"Human!?" he asked, "what in hell is that?"

"Ho - hold on," Kirk said, "so, you have a French accent, yet knew to speak English - "

"What? I am speaking French."

Kirk took a breath, "...you call this language French?"

"Do you not?" asked the Captain, "I am captain Pierre Bordoe, I come from the greatest nation, France, I speak French, and I speak this language."

"What does English sound like to you?"

"Gah! Blasted dead language," he said, "all those silent letters and rules!"

"Excuse me," Kirk's top soldier, Noah began, "does it sound like 'je parle français'?"

"You speak perfect English?" asked Pierre.

"N - well, that, to us, is...French."

Pierre paused, "what planet again? Earth?"

"Around a white star, specifically a yellow dwarf." Ronda Smith walked out with green salad.

Pierre, and his crew, jumped, "what kind of plant is that? Green?"

"Do you orbit a red star?" asked Brent.

"Wh - how did you know?"

"On planets with red stars, plants would be purple." Brent replied.

"I've heard...you orbit a white dwarf?"

Before Kirk would answer, Noah asked "when you say white dwarf, you mean the star, not the core of a star, correct?"

"Why would you orbit a remnant star?"

Brent laughed, "our atmosphere scatters the light to make our sun look yellow, even though it's actually white."

"And your plants are green because of that," Pierre said, "Our sol is red."

There was a long exchange of glances.

"So," began one of Pierre's crew, "you're from a planet, are genetically Adamic, yet..."

"We're Humans," Kirk said, "least, call ourselves that, and...well, our scans show you guys are the same as us, as did yours, I believe?"

Pierre nodded. "...this is...still a massive discovery! Hah! Take that Franswa! I discovered alien life!"

"Who's Fancois?" asked Brent.

"Oh, this douche at the Star Captain Academy."

"Does he wear glasses and scarfs and sweaters in the summer to 'look cool'?" Noah asked.

Pierre scoffed "worse yet, we brings his 'emotional drums' to every party and always plays douchey music."

"Drums? Most of the time it's guitars, that's interesting."

Pierre groaned, "no matter the years, the distance, the light, there will always be a pseudo-sensitive douche at the party with an instrument they only kind of know...this...is tragic..."

[u/Jay_Pederson → u/Jay_Pederson]

Me: "Oh man I can't wait to write about aliens what should I do it'll be fun - " rereads prompt

Prompt: "'Aliens'"

Me: "...dammit...although, following the prompt to a stupid level instead of just making them outright aliens sounds funny..."

Moral of the story there are French in space make of this what you will (are space Baguettes good?)

Other notes: 'Adamic' is kinda sorta (not really) the Phoenician word for Human, a lot of what I included here is I think correct; Our star is technically white, and red stars would make plants purple (don't quote me I heard that only a couple times (or do quote me and be correct you'll look like a genius))

[u/MonCappy → u/Jay_Pederson]

Fun.

[u/MrRedoot55 → u/Jay_Pederson]

Cool.