By KIMBLEY BATES
“Georgiiiee!” Says my little brother Fred. “I’m so happy you’re heeerreee!”
R’deel, right beside me, intervenes. “Surely you know that this human’s name is not ‘Georgie,’ it is George.” He tilts his head.
“Uh… Yea, of course I know that, I just used a nickname?” Fred smiles up at the R’Oraag, who just turns to me.
“You prefer to be called something other than your actual name? What is this name of Nicks?” He asks. Behind me, Pixi and Danny chuckle. I sigh.
“Its, uh, taking a name and altering it or shortening it to be more childish. Most of the time viewed as endearing and enjoyed by the subject of the change. Let’s go inside…” I explain. He still looks confused when I turn away. Fred moves from the doorway and lets in me, the other two humans, and R’deel and R’sakas, who are the only two otherworlders brave enough to get off the ship.
“Man, I forgot how much I missed this place.” My childhood home, the house that my mother and father built, and the house that I had shared millions of memories with my beloved family. The house where my Dad took his last breath, too long of a time ago for me to remember. As far as I’ve been told, he had been guarding a wealthy trader crossworld, and was wounded in an assassination attempt. Dad had spotted the sniper in time to move the Trader out of the way and the bullet shot into his own shoulder. He was deemed a hero, but not likely to survive due to the bullet being too close to his heart. They asked him what he wanted to do, and Dad said the only thing he wanted was to go home. I was only 2 earth-years old at the time, turning 3 in the next month when he died.
Now, I’m 22 years old and I’m an explorer. R’deel made it his mission to explore every habitable world in the entire 7th and 9th galaxy possible and he wanted me to join him. Unfortunately, I’m just a mechanic, but it’s exciting nonetheless.
“Georgie, what are we supposed to do now? We are inside the house.” R’sakas asks.
“First of all, please don’t call me ‘Georgie,’ it’s weird coming from superiors.” I say. “And now, we sit down, and we talk with family, and we eat good food, and we have a good time.”
“I am rather famished.”
“Great!! Here are the top notch orderves of human civilization. Some Christmas Tacos, and vegetables, and then over here we’ve got some turkey and ham, and sweet potatoes and fruit salad.” I grin at him.
“Don’t forget about la Tamales!!” My cousin walks into the house from the backyard, probably from barbecuing and points at his famous tamales. “Mmm make your boca muy feliz! Special recipe, as you know it mi amigos.”
R’deel looks confused.
“What up, Deel?”
“I think my interlanguage translator is malfunctioning. It appears you are speaking two languages?”
“Ohh, yeah that’s not a malfunction.”
“What do you mean?”
“Its nothing much, there’s just hundreds of languages spoken around the world and people normally learn to speak multiple. When we’re comfortable with both languages sometimes we drift between them.” I explain. R’deel looks like he might faint.
“You’re saying that you switch languages mid sentence?” R’deel looks like he might faint.
“And you eat all of this food. There are dozens of animals and plants in this room. You have domesticated them all in order to eat them?”
“Uhh yep.” Maybe bringing them along wasn’t the best idea. Its informal if not anything.
“Humans are too much to handle.”