Hitchhiking on Ziba

This creature called Gorgus
picked me up in his hover-cruiser.
I barely understood his language
but he told me his stories anyhow,
his exploits as a rare metal scavenger,
intergalactic bounty hunter,
mercenary on both sides
in the Crosiun wars.
He rambled on
about how hard he’d had it.
Spent a month in a Zorgon jail once.
Was nearly killed in a Qarulian bar brawl.
A laser blast from a Varelian cop
just singed his fourth ear.
He whined and complained,
bragged and cursed,
for ten thousand miles or more.
Just like Ooba
who gave me a ride on Zebu.
And Ythak on Gua,
Petro on Miana IV.
If some weren’t green,
and others yellow or blue,
I’d swear they were
all the same guy.