Spiritaki Jiber and his self exiled group of scallywags were wiping the sweat off their brows after their narrow escape from Zortixia. They had vacated the Zortixian atmosphere at such great velocity it was a wonder the navigator had held the ship together.
Their destination was Earth where they were hoping to join forces with Eno Ergot and launch an epic battle campaign that would result in the subjugation of the entire galaxy. Jiber thought Ergot was an idiot and that he could easily manipulate him and his crew. Jiber had always thought most Zortixians were imbeciles. They had savoured a wholesome and beneficial power rather than riches and luxury. The Jiber would rather horde gold bullion than rule fools because from wealth power was generated. Jiber’s father near the end of his rule was savouring philosophy rather than greed and when you followed that path a population was bound to become rebellious.
Jiber had scant knowledge of Earth. He planned to join forces with Eno Ergot and swindle Earthlings into believing they were embarking in a great Crusade. These Earthlings, primitive and aggressive as he had heard, would make a great conquering army and the first planet to fall under the flag of The Opposite would be Zortixia. All he had to do was promise them something grand and they would come flocking to his cause. Or perhaps he could cause discontent, seize power in some state and enslave enough people to create his army. Lacking soldiers he would be forced to rely on Earthlings.
Few Zortixians had ever visited Earth and no one had been interested until recently after Montenez had returned for a visit. All voyages to Earth were forbidden without the highest approvals. There was fear that Earthlings were so backward that unscrupulous Zortixians were afraid they could be very easily manipulated through superior Zortixian technology and intellect. Earthlings were always on the verge of war and if any side were given the advantage of advanced Zortixian weaponry the consequences would be grave.
They touched own in the black of night in some deserted area full of odd-looking buildings. Many of them sported different flags. A survey party scouted the area finding they were on an island with a vast metropolis across a river. The river that swirled around the island had a foul odour. The survey party reported several signs with a message “WELCOME TO EXPO 67”. The crew bedded down for the night.