Page 8 of The Accidental Omega
The orange guy stands quickly, crossing the room, “Nice to meet you, human. Here is my chip.” He holds out a tiny thing about the size and shape of a thumbnail.
The beefcake holding me stops.
“Uh, thanks,” I say softly, reaching down to take it.
“My name is Fohux. I’m also an off-planet omega. If you need to talk...” he trails off and my alien starts for the door.
One of the others of the pack opens it, and I study his horns as he does. They are the deepest purple, and look textured, and sturdy. I wonder if they still serve a purpose.
As we step outside, I blink quickly. The light is orange-ish. Like from one of the best sunsets of my life or something.
The short alien holds out his hand. “I’ll hold that for you, given you don’t have anywhere to put it.”
I hand the ‘chip’ over, while I consider if his tone was flirty or not. Movement catches my eye and I look out at the exceedingly narrow pink street.
“How long was I out?” I ask softly as my eyes take in the city.
It’s very low to the ground, for the cities I know, anyway, only a few buildings higher than three stories dot the landscape, though the buildings are close together, like I’d expect in a metropolis.And the information packet had said that I was going to one of the largest cities on the planet of Celnoe. The buildings are somewhat rounded, but more surprisingly, with plants growing on the top.Blueplants. I blink harder.
“Not long, little omega,” responds the one with gray hair and whose horns stand up higher off his head than the others.
I consider that. Maybe it has to do with where their planet is?
“Is it sunset?” I ask.
“This word does not translate,” the tall, slender one who’s skin leans greenish, answers.
“Um, is your star setting for the day? Like... Is it almost night time?” These language transmitters are amazing, but I never realized how much of our language was idioms.
“No,” he answers, looking at me, his eyes the deep blue-gray of a stormy sky.
Before I can come up with a response, a large, veryroundvehicle pulls up. No one is driving it. It doesn’t have any kind of wheel. The top is a dark glass, the bottom maybe some type of plastic.Do aliens have plastic? Fuck, I did not spend enough time researching shit this last week.
One of them presses his entire hand, five fingers, I note, to it and a hidden door swings inward. The big guy holding me eases us in first like I weigh no more than a bag of potatoes.
Inside the vehicle, the top appears perfectly clear, and my head swivels around, taking in the buildings around us. I see one alien that looks similar to mine standing next to a building, plucking—what I assume are fruit—off a roof-plant.That’s a smart use of space.
The other aliens pile in and soon what seemed like a large vehicle is a bit claustrophobic. The dude holding me sits me up like I was a doll and for whatever fucked-up reason, that runs a thrill of excitement through me. I clutch the huge shirt to my chest as I settle myself, my naked ass on this guy’s pants.
I clear my throat. “Can I have some clothes?” I ask, looking between them.
“There are some for you at our home,” the one holding me says.
“Well.” I sigh, a bit frustrated, “Can I know your names? The information packet listed them but I have no idea who is who.”
The short one looks chagrined. “I apologize, little omega. I am Wells, the fourth of pack Gathea. That makes me the ufura; so this is my failing.” He looks embarrassed.
“Holding you is Zallan, our first, our aleron.”
The big one with the...full circle purple goat horns.
The short one with the blue curls continues, “Ryson is next to you,” he nods to the gray haired one, “Our second, our ebondenn. And Nara is here,” he indicates the tall, slender one with blue hair tightly braided down his back. “Nara is the third, a charax.”
I look over them, attempting to memorize who is who. “Some of your words, your titles, I think, did not translate.”
Nara, the tall one answers, “That is unsurprising, given that your ‘Earth’ does not have packs. You are right, omega,” he smiles at me, “that they are titles,designations, we call them. Andyouare Elizabeth, ouromega.”
I think on that. “DoInot have a designation? Since you’re all alphas and then have a designation?"
