The president had been accompanied this time by his youngest daughter, a pretty girl named Orga around the age of 15 who smiled and winked at Eaton from across the huge table. He didn’t know why, weather she found him attractive or just wanted to say hello. It would be interesting if she really did find him attractive, Eaton fantasized at another sighting of the pretty girl’s face. She didn’t see him that time, instead she was speaking to a Kimian princess. Being around the same age as one another, there was a lot of teenaged gigling going on. She was glorious when she laughed, when she smiled with those full lips of hers, her cheeks all flushed and her black eyes sparkling. Her golden hair was done up in quite an interesting doo, one Eaton had never seen before. She had just returned for Nuxnux, a system of which he knew nothing, so he wouldn’t recognize that doo anyway. What ever it was, it framed her face gorgiously. Downwards from her face was the rest of her body, all of which was glorious aswell. She had a tiny waist, tiny, which probably came from eating Nuxnux foods. Along with that was womanly wide hips and oddly large breasts for a 15-year-old. The girl wore a jet-black, full body suit, exposing no more skin but her face, but was still painfully sexy. “Fabulous creature...” Eaton breathed in aw. His mind strayed back to his former wonder, what if she really did find him attractive? What if she thought of him in the same perverted situations that he thought of her in? What if she wanted him to...no! Eaton shook his head. The girl was on the verge of 16, and he was nearly 25. Plus, he thought sadly as he caught another glimpse of the goddess, she could get a lot better than me.
At that moment, Mifflin, the captain of the space station the party was taking place in and a good friend of his, returned from the Yahtzee buffet with a fifth plate full of wamabi. “Good GOD!!” Mifflin exclaimed as he slamed his massize Yahtzee body along with his bowl, easily weighing ten pounds by itself, onto the seat next to Eaton. “I swear, my friend, that food is cooked all wrong. Who ever made it was most certainly not a Yahtzee, they don’t know how to make our cuisine at all! The tripe was almost blue! And these kobobble are raw! I think they’re still alive!” Mifflin picked up his platter, the Yahtzee equivilant of a fork. Eaton hadn’t noticed the difference in the food. He’d come to this space station near Capella years seven ago. He’d been the only human at the time, though the station was half owned by the Earth, so the cooks on board didn’t see why they had to start making a human cuisine menu for just one human. He’d just had to learn how to choke down Yahtzee food. The Yahtzee were a frog like race, and their food was that way, too. Most of it was swamp animals cooked in marvelously peculiar ways (like frying it on a sudden explosion of swam gas). He’d become accustomed to it, and could usually tell what was wrong with it if there was something, but tonight, he’d shamefully been too distracted by the new human on board to notice.
It had been three years since the last human was on board the Capella station. It was a female scientist researching liquid iron pools on the second planet. Before that there were more scientists, but never more than two at a time. The crew of Yehtzees had 74 members. There were currantly only nine members of other races. Today was an exception. The president of the Lunar colony was returning from an expodition. He’d stopped here for the week and tonight his company was being celebrated. The 83 space station residents, the president, all of his secretaries and body guards, and his beautiful daughter, were gathered on the main deck to feast. Yahztee, Kimian, and Human music was playing, and to each race’s song, the corresponding traditional dance was preformed. All sorts of food was being served and eaten, and all sorts of odd languages were being spoken. Capella five loomed greenly outside the windows of the main deck.
Eaton picked up his platter and also began to eat. He lifted a kobobble to his lips and slurped it up, all the while his eyes remained locked on the young lady. Mud. He wouldn’t have been able to tell if it was the finest meal made by the finest Yahtzee chef in the galaxy, in the radiant light of the perfection of that human girl, it all tasted like mud.
Mifflin, grumpily consuming his own dinner while watching the others on board cheerfully dance on the floor before him, noticed that Eaton was not as miserable as he, and was curious. “What’s wrong with your food, Eaton, is it good or something?” Mifflin joked. He was normally a very joyful man, but could get unimaginably grumpy very quickly, especially about food. Yahtzees eat a lot.
Eaton realised he’d been staring off at the girl once more, and quickly tried to cover up. “Er-no, no, it’s certainly putered...just like all your food.” Eaton joked back. His attempt to cover up his admiring stare did not trick the old captain, though, who smiled knowlingly and leaned to the side to see what his young friend had been looking at. Catching a glimpse of the girl named Orga, he chuckled.
“She’s a human, and ugly, just like you!” Said Mifflin, turning back to his grime.
Eaton blushed. He knew Mifflin was just joking. It was common between races to joke around with that issue. “Not as ugly as you, Mifflin! And if she’s only ugly than that makes your wives hidious !!” About this, Eaton was serious. By human standards the Yahtzees were hidious. Their red and orange eyes strongly contrasted the green of their bubbly, slimy skin. On their webbed-hands and feet were long dark claws, and large tusks protruded from under a large, squishy snout. For monthes before and after each of Mifflin’s weddings he’d ranted on about the incredable beauty of his froggy loves.
“Hey, don’t you mock my wives, boy! It’s just that they’re of a level of beauty incomrehendable to you humans.” The captain finished bragging and resumed eating once more. Mid-bite, a thought dawned on him. He turned to Eaton with a mouth overflowing with fat, black kobobble maggots. “Though, it’s about time you got your own wife! She’s not the ugliest human I’ve ever seen.”
“What!?” Burted out Eaton, shocked at what the old Yahtzee was proposing. “The girl’s only 15-years-old! I’m 24! She’s a child, Mifflin!”
“Young human, I’m 344-years-old. To me, your both children. Beleive me, she’s perfect!”
“As much of a point as you have, it’s not quite like that...”
For the past seven years, he and Mifflin had been joking about what guys joke about. Women. It was usual, for every race. And at the rate Mifflin married, he’d done so four times in the past seven years, there was no shortage of jokes. The strange part of this situation was that, where the old frog captain married every week, in the entire seven years Eaton hadn’t had a single girlfriend. The joke was never about him! Eaton sat there blushing for sometime. It was when the Yahtzee captain elbowed him in the ribs that he came back to reality.
“Eeeiih!” He squeled. Sometimes the seven-foot green alien really didn’t realise his own strength. “What?” As Eaton’s arms wrapped around his torso, his eyes shot to Mifflin’s face, wondering what could have caused the old brute to elbow him. But when he found Mifflin’s face, it was clear. The captain’s eyes directed his own in a direction he recognised immediatly, Orga! Instantly Eaton had forgotten his pain and swooped around to see what Orga wanted.
There she was, that creature only to be spoken of in whispers, smiling at him once again. Now, though, she was doing more. With a quick flick of her palm, she mentionned for him to go over there. Eaton felt his heart skip a beat.......Him? From very far away, he thought he heard Mifflin’s voice penetrating. “Looks like somebody wants you to go and say hello.” The voice joked. It didn’t take a single second for Eaton to decide what he’d be doing next. He smiled back at the girl, then turned to Mifflin. “Would you excuse me, captain.” Said Eaton as the perfect, Orga-worthy gentleman.
“Why, certainly, kind human.” Replied the perfect gentleman captain.
Eaton took a deep breath, stood and turned, facing his mission like a man. He then walked off in the direction of his human crush through the thick crowds of aliens. “Go get her!” He heard Mifflin call to him.
Fabulous! The only word to discribe the situation, it screamed through his head. He was so excited, so ecstatic! The most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on wanted to talk to him!
Oh no!
Eaton almost stopped dead in his tracks. For the same reason, he suddenly felt terrified. The sexiest woman in the galaxy wanted to talk to him!! What would he do? What if she didn’t like him? He couldn’t remember how to be charming and flirt with a girl, it’d been almost a decade since he’d practised. Plus, he wasn’t desirable at all. He wasn’t good looking. For a moment, Eaton pondered this. Was he truely ugly? Perhaps it had been too long since somebody had found him attractive for him to think so, too long with Yahtzees insulting his looks. Perhaps Orga really wasn’t beautiful either! Her appearant beauty might be just a result of his Yahtzee-distorted Human taste...
A last Kimian moved aside, revealing Orga and the Kimian princess at their table, and the moment he saw her, he was certain. She was beautiful.
Orga looked around and spotted him. A large, beautiful smile grew across her face as she stood up to greet him, it releaved Eaton greatly to see that he obviously didn’t repulse her.
Orga came up to him and took his hands in with her black-gloved ones. She then turned back to the Kimian girl. “Devok Meh, darling, I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get some wine.” The princess nodded and giggled. Orga turned back to him. She leaned up and kissed him once on each cheek. “Come darling, let’s get some wine.” With that, she lead him by the hands off to the buffet.
Eaton was amazed! She’d spoken to the Kimian princess in the Kimian language, and he’d prepared himself to speak to her in that tongue, but then she’d switched to English when talking to him. It wasn’t that surprising, she was human after all, but it was more that he hadn’t heard a word of his own language for a few years.
Orga let go of his hands onced they’d reached the table on which were douzains of different alien wines. With her black gloved-hands, she delicatly inspected the bottles, all the while mumbling to herself. “Kimian watah, no...too strong...like at that confrense where the high minister of Clatoe got pissed out of his-oh, never mind...lemme see...if I even knew what ‘xox’ was...hmmm, maybe a little Forg ‘soft tatli’ would be...Aha!” The girl had finally chosen a bottle. “Vegan ‘intosh’! Lovely! Very smooth.” She heald the bottle out to him. “Ah, like silk! I haven’t had this in eons. We never got it back in Nuxnux, much too far away to get a Vegan drink. How I’ve missed it.” She carried on as she swiped two glasses and began to pour. Very gracefully she filled the two glasses to the rim with a thick brown liquid and passed one to him. “There you go.” She smiled, and raised a her glass to those smiling red lips. “What’s your name?”
Eaton stood like an idiot for a moment, a blank look upon his face. He didn’t know what to say. His name would have been a good start, but he was still so in aw. He couldn’t seem to controle his lips to say something. After a moment, Orga’s smile faded. “You don’t speak English, do you?” She asked him in Kimian. “My, I’m sorry! All this time I’ve been babbling in En-”
“No,” interrupted Eaton, finally spitting something out. He blushed a little. “English is my first language. It’s just, I haven’t spoken it in quite some time! We don’t get may Humans out here.”
Orga smiled, a little suspiciously, a little maliciously. “My problem exactly.” She gave him a glance with those sparkling black eyes of hers that toled him she had plans for him. She closed her eyes, though, as she lifted her glass to her lips once more, to fully savor it’s content’s flavour. After a long gulp, she lowered the glass and smacked her lips, her eyes still shut. “Devine.” She whispered, and opened her eyes. “That’s why I’ve called you to me, my friend. There is a shortage of Humans this far out in the galaxy. Your the first I’ve seen in quite some time. I’ve got something I want you to do for me.” Her tone was serious, as light-hearted as the rest of her was. Eaton got a strange tingle up his spine, whatever she wanted him to do, it must have had something to do with that suspicious glare she’d given him a moment ago.
Sensing that this was secret, Eaton leaned towards her, and she did the same, and she changed her tone into a whisper.