Gina and I were in my living quarters inside the Grantsion mountain base. We were drinking Inta and having a talk. Gina was human, like I was, but we were living among the Zenkian aliens on the Anvin planet, far from Earth.
“Do you want some more Inta?” Gina asked as she walked across the room. Her short blonde hair was in a bob, but it was curly. She was tall, with long, lean legs and a long body. She was opposite of my petite curvy body with brown hair.
“Yes, just a little bit more. We are going to have to return to work,” I said handing her my cup. It was made of a rich clay from the mountain and beautifully decorated with green and blue paint.
She poured about an inch of the liquid into my cup and handed it back to me. I poured water into it to dilute it a bit. It was like a rich wine, only stronger—much stronger.
“What are you going to do when you return to Earth?” she asked as she poured water into her cup as well and sat down at my table in my living quarters.
“Eat pizza,” I laughed. “A very greasy pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. I might eat two of them, actually,” I said.
“That sounds delicious. I miss pizza,” she said. “I miss pizza and cheeseburgers and all that crap.”
“What about you?” I asked. “What are you going to do when you return to our home planet?”
“I am sorry about that. My parents are long gone. I don't have any family at all on Earth. But I am still excited to return,” I said.
“Yes, me too. Can you believe that in six months we will be back on our own planet?” she said excitedly as she got up on her knees. Her wide smile was an expression of pure joy.
“It is hard to believe. I am really excited. I can't wait,” I said finishing off the Inta.
“I am going to freshen up before we get back to work. Don't drink anymore. We can't have you drunk while attending to an injured soldier, now can we?” I said to her playfully.
I went to the washroom of my living quarters. It was small but functional, with all the essentials. The water poured out of a spout. It was crisp, clean mountain water, and it even tasted delicious.
I washed my face and rinsed my mouth a couple of times to try to cover the smell of the drink. Our supervisors, mainly a doctor that oversaw our work, did not want us drinking before returning to work, but what else could we do to cope with our situation? We were human females that were taken against our will to another planet and had been through a lot. Drinking helped with this uncomfortable reality, and I was not ashamed of it.
But the Zenkian aliens that we worked with now were not the ones that had abducted us.
We were abducted by the Waysaw Zenkian. They were red-skinned aliens that were mean and brutal. They took me from Earth against my will. They made me a slave in the Waysaw city. I was a slave for almost seven months before I escaped.
When I finally escaped, I made my way to the Grantsion village; we all knew they were an ally of Earth. We knew that they would provide safety to any human females that showed up in their territory. It was part of the agreement they had with Earth. So that was my goal, and I did not stop trying until I was successful. Now I was glad to be in the Grantsion Village; it was better than the brutal life that I lived with the Waysaw Zenkian.
But I still was not back on Earth. That was my ultimate mission. I wouldn't stop until I was able to return to my home planet. I was so close. I was doing everything that I could to make sure that I would be on the next voyage to Earth. I wanted to be off this planet and as far away from my abductors as possible. Even just thinking about them, the despicable couple that held me captive, made me nauseous. I had to force myself to stop thinking about it. I splashed my face with water again in order to erase it from my mind, then grabbed a cloth and dried off.
A couple of minutes later, I went back into the living area of my quarters. It was like a studio apartment. It was just one large room with a bed, a sitting area, and a small kitchen area with one large window that looked out over the Grantsion Village. It was a great view.
“All right; I am ready. Are you ready? I hope you didn't have another glass,” I said to her.
“I had a half a glass. Let me use your washroom to cover up the evidence,” she said as she walked past me. I laughed at her. “Yeah, but don’t be too long. We are going to be late, and you know how they hate that.”
I pulled on my boots, lacing up the straps. Then I pulled my brown hair into a high ponytail and then braided it tying it with strips of ribbon. My brown dress was very basic; it reminded me of burlap. But it was well-made, and it was suitable for being in this village and for the work that Gina and I did. It tied around my neck like a halter top and flowed all the way down to my ankles.
Moments later, Gina and I walked across the village area. It was like a large plaza where the market was located, and it was the main gathering area of the Zenkian aliens. We weren't the only humans there. There were quite a few human females that had escaped from the Waysaw Zenkian and some that had come from Earth on purpose. Most of them were involved in the politics going on. But Gina and I had been captured by Waysaw against our will. Gina had been captured many years before me, but we had escaped around the same time, only months apart.
We went to the soldier training grounds. This was where Gina and I worked. You see, since I’d arrived at the Grantsion village, I had been put to work in exchange for my stay with the Grantsion aliens. My work involved being trained in what could be described as physical therapy or a nursing. Gina and I both saw to the injured soldiers that would come in from battles and skirmishes, but also from training accidents.
We were walking down the hallway to the treatment rooms. Just then, a Grantsion soldier walked out of the room with another soldier. They both looked at Gina and me up and down. I had never seen this soldier before in the months that I had been in the village. He was tall, just the way all of the Zenkian were, towering at almost nine feet. He had black and blue hair; the blue was in large streaks. His black eyebrows hovered over his light brown eyes; they were so light they looked almost looked translucent. It was his eyes that really caught my attention. He had the typical blue skin of a Grantsion Zenkian, and the tight gray uniform showed off his strong physique.
They walked away and down the hallway. Once they were out of sight, Gina and I looked at each other.
“I don't know. I have never seen him before. Have you seen him around?” I asked.
“No, I have not. But I would like to see him again,” Gina said playfully.
"I know. But you know the rules: the Grantsions Zenkian are not allowed to be intimate with human females, or they will be banished. It is completely different here than with the Waysaw, isn't it?” she said.
“Yes, it is. And I am thankful for that,” I said to her. “Come on let's get to work.”