Surreality (Part 21)

From my point of view the girl wasn’t so bad, us humans have probably done far worse things than her race or at least equal to them, and I have never seen much point in stereotyping one person based on their race, but my guests were quite insistent about me locking her up and the Stupid ships computer seemed to agree with them so I had little choice. However, they could not stop me from taking her food and talking to her, which is exactly what I intended to do.

On the way to the holding cell, which my ships computer had failed to mention we had, Tamas filled me in on who the Draconians were and what wonderful things they had done for the aliens arms markets and how well they were controlling the universes expanding population, albeit not in a polite manner, in addition he explained the events that lead to his ship “encountering” my ship. Despite how interesting it was to talk to an alien that wasn’t turning me into a girl or throwing books at my head, I was drawn to the alien girl, so much so that at one point I missed an entire half of a dialog. I could not keep myself from watching her, she looked so on edge so ready to fight at any moment while at the same time she seemed completely calm, utterly depressed, and ready to cry, every so often I would catch the flicker of what could have been a smile deep in the chaotic obsidian darkness that was her eyes, those enigmatic eyes of hers never seemed to stop moving, she seemed to expect attack at anytime. Oddly enough all I could think of when I saw her was that she desperately needed a hug. This was not to say she was in anyway fragile in fact the way my new alien prisoner carried herself I gathered she was only “putting up” with her captors and could escape quite easily anytime she decided to, I chose not to mention this to my new guests, although I suspected that that Tamas fellow was fully aware of the tenuous hold he had on the alien girl.

By this time we had arrived at our intended destination and I was fed up not knowing, so I grabbed the alien girl’s arm, the next instant my back hit the ground and I was staring up into her the deep black pools of her eyes. Now since I was expecting her to react in such a manner, I was completely unperturbed and went on as if nothing and happened, “what is your name?” I inquired gasping for breath, “You see I can’t keep calling you “the alien girl” in my internal monologs so it is imperative that you tell me your name”. My complete lack of fear of the girl seemed to unsettle Tamas’s crew, confuse the alien girl, and amuse Tamas. “My name is Minaroro” the alien girl said so softly I almost didn’t hear her, her voice was that of a distrustful angel mixed with a hint of rage, the playfulness of a faery, the calm of the ocean before a storm engulfs you, and the sadness of ten thousand childless mothers. I had never met anyone like her, she was the stuff of myth and legends, while she was helping me to my feet I decided that I would stick close to this girl, she was special and I honestly wanted to give her a hug, but given the previous reaction I felt I should get to know her first before I went embracing her randomly.