This chapter was rewritten as of 8/3/10. The main difference is the extended intro.

PART ONE: THE GRASSLANDS

It was a special day. The day that Olimar would grant me and my fellow xenobiologists permission to explore the planet for a maximum of one year. However, he did send some regulations.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me provide an introduction. I am a professor that works at the D.P.W.R.C, or Distant Planet Wildlife Research Center. Using specialized probes, we dedicate ourselves to learning all we can about the strange creatures inhabiting the Distant Planet, or as we code-named it, Planet O.

We'd been wanting to actually visit the planet ourselves for some field research, but after a small incident involving poachers, coordinates to Planet O are strictly a secret. We're aren't even allowed to use our own company probes for research; we're forced to borrow ones owned and pre-sent by Hocotate Freight, not that I'm complaining...

So the D.P.W.R.C and Hocotate Freight managed to strike a deal, determined by their chairman, Olimar. We could venture to the planet, so long as we didn't actively interfere with its natural workings (outside of emergencies). He also suggested that, for our safety, we use highly sophisticated vehicles known as anti-gravity cones. They were mechanized cone-shaped devices roughly twice the size of his golden ship, each possessing a glass canopy (for the pilot to see through) and four extended devices that give off a magnetic pulse. This "anti-gravity" pushes the cone away from the ground so that it essentially floats. Somewhat ironically, it was possible to operate virtually every function from the seat.

Once everything had been set straight, the cones were stored into a massive mother ship, which whisked us away to Planet O. Needless to say, the ship was piloted by a Hocotate Freight Employee, but the captain himself was none other than Shiyo, Olimar's son. What an honor it was to have the young Captain on the ship! To my knowledge, he's been an aspiring explorer since childhood.

Since large ships are slower than small ones, even at hyper speed, it took us about a day to get there, instead of the hour it takes Olimar's ship.

After the main ship attained orbit around Earth, the seven expedition members (including myself) were launched into the atmosphere in our cones. The sensation of barreling towards the planet like torpedoes was almost terrifying. But as we drew closer to the ground, the cones sent out a surge of anti-gravity that quickly broke our falls. Still floating high in the sky, we had a discussion via the communication system. We all agreed that we'd start in the plains and split up.

Though many of O's predators will go after any animal they can take on, the gluttonous Red Bulborb tends to be selective of its prey, feeding primarily on species returning to their nests at night.

Hovering through the plains, I came to appreciate the beauty of the world full of poisonous oxygen almost immediately. Hocotate was a barren wasteland with a tree here and there, while this place thrived with plants. In the middle of my serenity, I noticed one of the most familiar animals on the planet a while away.

I approached it and saw that it was a Red Bulborb, sleeping due to its nocturnal habits. Something that I didn't count on was it waking up due to me hovering near its face. When I realized I had gotten too close for comfort, I quickly rose far off the ground as the large beast rose and chased after me. After a following me for a brief period, the bulborb turned around, stomped back to its resting place and went back into slumber. How could any predator come after something much larger than itself? Did it make the correct assumption that the machine was but a mere machine and that the real organism was inside?

During an attack by a Fuzzy Fangling, Peach Pikmin instinctively mash together when fleeing. This creates a confusing sonar image for the Fangling, reducing the risk of an attack.

Seemingly flushed by the commotion caused by the bulborb, a Flint Beetle leapt out of a nearby grass field. Knowing that this creature was built for speed, I set my cone's speed setting on high as I approached it. It scooted around very swiftly, and, deciding I had done enough, backed off. The beetle eventually darted into a bush and settled down.

As the sun setted, I recollected what I had done on my first day as a few Honeywisps floated by. Remembering the flint beetle, I was sure that no creature could get past its armored shell, which provides a formidable defense against predators such as pikmin; which host a natural dislike for the species (reasons unknwon).

Little did I know that I'd soon discover a new animal that preyed upon flint beetles regularly.