Blueblood

By JIM HARMON
Illustrated by WOOD
There were two varieties of aliens—blue and bluer—but not as blue as the Earthmen!
Even if I'm only a space pilot, I'm not dumb. I mean I'm not that dumb. I admit that Dr. Ellik and Dr. Chon outrank me, because that's the way it's got to be. A pilot is only an expendable part. But I had been the first one to see the natives on this planet, and I was the first one to point out that they came in two attractive shades of blue, light blue and dark blue.
Four Indigos were carrying an Azure. I called the others over to the screen.
A sedan chair, identified Lee Chon. Think the light-skinned one is a kind of a priest?
Mike Ellik shook his head. I doubt it. The chair isn't ornate enough. I think that's probably the standard method of travel—at least for a certain social elite.
Do you notice anything unusual about those bully boys?
You tell me what you see, Ellik evaded.
Three of them are mongoloid idiots, said Chon.
I thought so, Ellik said, but I wasn't quite sure—aliens and all.
They're humanoids, Chon said, and humanoids are my specialty. I know.