(This is an excerpt from the story I've been writing. I'm posting it here because I'm hoping for feed back and because a certain little 9 tails wanted a bed time story)
Cannington of New York, Presidential Suit
Sep rounded a corner. “Beds are for sleeping not jumping.” Par’ex was jumping up and down on the main bedroom’s large bed.
“Bed is bouncy!” Par’ex protested. “If someone sleep on bed, they bounce off!”
“What is problem?” Kaj’ek asked.
“Par’ex is jumping on the bed,” Sep said. “He shouldn’t be.”
“Pova!” Par’ex told her.
Sep caught Par’ex by the arm and pushed him onto his back on the bed. But Par’ex turned the bounce into a jump and roll that allowed him to through himself onto the room’s other bed. Kaj’ek couldn’t help laughing. Sep was less amused.
“The Canningtons are hosting us,” Sep said calmly. “That bed belongs to them.”
Kaj’ek made a short, rattling huff and said, “Jali ja, Rex.” Kaj’ek picked up his little brother and put him on the floor. The child ran out of the room, probably to evade any further chastising.
“Is he always like that?” Sep asked.
“He is a child of 2 sheega.” Kaj’ek said.
“6 years,” Sep said as if correcting him. “He is 6 years old by Earth standards.”
“He has not grown hair yet,” Kaj’ek said.
“Humans are often born with hair,” Sep said. “Look, I know he’s young. But we have to be careful right now.”
“We are being careful,” Kaj’ek said. “We are letting the Human military hold us here. We are making no transmissions. We are waiting.”
“That’s not what I mean,” Sep said. “People are stupid, and that includes Humans. Par’ex is a child, but he’s also ten percent of all Nanka on Earth.”
“Atheega,” Kaj’ek said exasperated. He walked into the living room to sit with his sister. Kiv’ix was using a slender object covered in buttons to control the image screen. He sat next to her folding his legs under him. Par’ex started digging around in their belongings again.
“It’s a shame that these measures are necessary,” A woman on the screen was saying. Behind her he saw a video loop of soldiers stacking up objects he didn’t recognize “I mean, I can’t imagine what they must think of us, that we’re so worried that… that someone might do something so horrible. At the same time it is certainly better to… you know… take that precaution. Because you never know.”
“Certainly Maria,” a man’s voice this time. “But our sources tell us that these… er… parcels may pose unintended dangers. Er. There are concerns about certain chemicals… er… Caffeine for example has been named as a potently dangerous substance. Now one of the men… one of the alien men… I believe his name is pronounced Ken Hoy… This man is apparently a medical professional. Now he claims that most of our food products are perfectly safe, but has also asked that he be allowed to… er… to review anything being served to his family.”
The image changed to his mother and father in a room Kaj’ek didn’t recognize. He did recognize the President of America sitting next to Miv. The image changed to his uncle with his arm around Miv’s waist. Maria talked over the footage. “The man we’re seeing now is named Who kane? Wakeen? Something like that.” She chuckled nervously. “Obviously we’re still trying to get confirmation. The woman is his wife… er… Ro… Romif Hanth? Apparently, these people are all part of the same family. We believe these 2 are parents. The white haired woman is believed to be an elder… perhaps a matriarch of sorts…”
“What was that about?” Kiv’ix ask. She was speaking Koro so Sep and Rookt wouldn’t be able to understand them. Their \mother’s native language was much easier to speak Human English.
“Pi… Rex is too much of a child for Sep’s liking,” Kaj’ek said, also in Koro.
Kiv’ix huffed just like Kaj’ek had. “He isn’t even old enough to grow hair yet. We were all like that at his age.”
“You were worse.”
Kiv’ix growled halfheartedly. “Patience is the most valuable skill one can learn. Rex will learn it with time. Sep should try learning it.”
Kaj’ek clicked his cheek in agreement. “Rooroo was probably even worse, imagine the trouble Rex could get into if he knew when gravity would shut off.”
Kiv’ix laughed shortly before resting her hand on Kaj’ek’s arm and looking at him with a fake smile. He knew what was coming. “You’ve been very quiet since we landed.”
“Vix don’t,” Kaj’ek said.
“I just want to know how you’re feeling,”
“I’m on guard,” Kaj’ek said. Why did his little sister have to be a Joroo now?
“This is a stressful situation,” Kiv’ix said evenly. “I just wanted to make sure everything is ok.”
Kaj’ek was silent, but he had plenty to say. Things would never be ok. He would never be ok. This place would never be ok. The best she could hope for was a brother who muddled through life with the third of his soul that hadn’t been torn off. She was so selfish. They all were. And he wanted to let them know it.
Par’ex saved them when came to a landing by leaping over the back of the couch and into the seat on the other side of Kiv’ix. He had his feet in the air and his head hanging off the seat. “Found!” he said handing a large book to his sister.
“My Joroomee!” Kiv’ix shouted taking her book. “I was beginning to worry I left it!”
“It was with…” Par’ex was interrupted by Kiv’ix dragging him into her lap and snuggling him.
Kiv’ix looked at the door suddenly. “Someone is coming to the door,” she said.
Kaj’ek stood and started walking to the door just in time to hear the knock. “Room service,” a male voice said on the other side of the door. Rookt was closer to the door already. She was about to open the door when Kiv’ix ran up and stopped them. “Room service!” The man said again, lauder this time.
“What?” Rookt asked in a whisper. “It’s just the food we asked for.”
“The Human has his communicator,” Kiv’ix said. “The soldiers take those. And there is no rolling thing like what they bring things on.”
“Is he armed?” Kaj’ek asked.
Kiv’ix made a short throaty growl. She couldn’t tell. Thanoln perception was amazing, but even they had limits. And she wasn’t familiar enough with Human weaponry -or Human thoons- to fully understand what she was perceiving. Whatever was on the Human, it made her pull Rookt away from the door. “He has things. Gonthlan. Be safe.”
“Excuse me,” the voice on the other side of the door was cordial, but not as patient. “The food is getting cold out here.”
What happened next happened quickly. The instant Kix’ix, Rookt and Par’ex had a wall between themselves and Kaj’ek, Kaj’ek whipping the door open. His primitive brain had already taken over most of his actions. He naturally lashed out, grabbing the unknown Human by the neck and yanking him onto the hotel floor face first. Kaj’ek’s Heshtralu was reflexively at the man’s neck in under a second.
“WAIT!” the Human held his hands out with his fingers splayed. He was tall but not very heavy. His skin was darker than a Koj’et’s. For some reason, his hair was white, short and straight and if he hadn’t been this close Kaj’ek wouldn’t think it was real. “I’m just a room service! Please don’t hurt me!”
With the Human pinned, and his threat reduced, Kaj’ek was able to wrestle some higher reasoning away from the primitive side of his brain. “You said you had food. You lied than. Why are you real hear?”
“Ok,” he said. “You got me. I’m not really room service.”
“I said that now,” Jaj’ek said losing patience. “Why are you here?”
“I’m a producer with Kinkade Broadcasting Network,” The Human said.
“Why are you here, producer?”
“We want to invite you to come on our channel and tell your story,” he said. He was getting calmer now.
“Do you have weapons?” Kaj’ek asked.
“Not on me,” the Human said. “I don’t wanna get caught trying to sneak a gun in here.”
“You speak with your neck,” Kaj’ek said pulling the Human to his feet.
“It’s ok, big guy,” the man said standing up with his hands held up and away from his body. “You’re the one in charge here.”
“How did you get past the soldiers?”
“Oh please. Ask me about the time I snuck a pair of ladyboys past the secret service,” The Human slowly held a hand out in Kaj’ek’s direction. “Orion Omar Oscar.”
Kaj’ek could tell that the hand wasn’t a threat. He suspected that he was supposed to hold it and move up and down. A “hand shake” Humans called it. It seemed to be the appropriate greeting. And it didn’t elicit an attack from the Human, Oscar. “I am Kaj’ek Tins’ot.”
“Quick question,” Orion held up his index fingers than waved his hand next to his head. “Is that color natural?”
Kaj’ek pointed at the left side of his own head where he had a large patch of Kojet blue hair. Most of his hair was green like his Choonee mother, but like most Nanka with mixed ethnic heritage he had mixed hair color. Kiv’ix had a patch of green hair in front of her right ear and mostly blue hair. “Yes,” he said. “It’s my hair.”
“I like your people already,” Oscar said, slowly pulling a flat, shiny box out of his jacket, opened it, and handed Kaj’ek a piece of ridged paper with writing on it. “Just give me a call when you feel like talking. And er, maybe save the rough stuff for date nights. Guy like you, you’re gonna pull ass like a rock star giving a pop star a piggy back ride.”
Kaj’ek had no idea what any of that meant. He simply took the card and let Oscar leave. A moment later Kiv’ix walked back into the living room followed by Par’ex. Kaj’ek, with his brotherly reflexes, caught Part’ex by the shirt before he could dash out the door. “Strange Human,” Kaj’ek said reading the card.
“Strange,” Kiv’ix agreed walking to the door to intercept the now shirtless Par’ex and closing the door.
Rookt walked into the room with Sep holding her arm. “I read his mind,” Rookt said. “He did not lie. I like him.”
“How did he get in?” Kaj’ek asked.
“There is a second elevator hidden in the walls,” Rookt pointed in the vague direction of the building’s south west corner. “They use it to repair wires.”
Kaj’ek went to the phone. Kiv’ix stopped him. “I do not think he is… a danger to us,” she told him.
“Oscar cobajee,” Kaj’ek said agreeing with his sister. He picked up the phone and turned it on. It didn’t take long for someone to answer. Kaj’ek had to ask the front desk to connect him to the soldiers. He than asked them to guard the maintenance elevator. He didn’t mention Oscar. The soldier, a “captain” as far as Kaj’ek knew, seemed confused but agreed to assign someone to it all the same.
“This guy could be useful,” Sep said. She was looking at card Oscar left. “Par’ex, put that back.”
Kaj’ek didn’t bother looking at what Par’ex was into this time. Rookt had walked over to the window. She was looking out over the city silently. Kaj’ek had only met his cousin in person a few times before. He didn’t know her well enough to know what she was thinking. Kaj’ek walked over to the window next to her, ignoring the sounds of plastic objects bouncing off the wooden floor and Sep growling. Kiv’ix would have to handle it.
“Do you think we are safe?” Rookt asked.
“In here,” he answered. “Are Humans safe here?”
Rookt made a clicking noise with her cheek before clarifying. “This is their planet.”