Oxtovar - Hutt River

Mikzinkol - Molossia


Salvatorio rubbed his head, which was in excruciating pain. He looked around and saw two others staring at him.

The one with the darker hair opened his mouth, turning to glare at the latter but whatever he said was definitely not a language Sal understood.

It definitely didn't originate from Earth.

The other one hung his head as he was getting lectured.

While they talked, he studied them. They looked exactly like humans, (the one lecturing was taller than the other with dark hair and the other one had golden hair and amber eyes), except for the fact they had pointed ears. Like elves. They even acted like humans...

They wore white uniforms with golden rims along the side, like a big onesie, except he couldn't see a zip. Their 'shoes' were rimmed with a illuminating bright blue.

They suddenly remembered him.

"Um, sorry about that." the lecturer apologised, still glaring at the other.

Salvatorio blinked. "Wait, hang on a minute. You speak English?!"

They stared at him.

"You noticed? Am I- Are we good?" he rephrased his question, as the shorter of the two nudged him, frowning.

"Of course!" he replied.

"Then all our education came in handy then!"

Sal raised an eyebrow.

"We got to choose what Earth language we wanted to learn. I choose American English." he said, as if it was the most important language in the world.

Which it wasn't.

"But this idiot over here decided to go for Australian English. Which is very stupid, it isn't that impressive." he waved his hand dismissably.

He smiled, marvelling the fact that they all learnt different variations of English (he had studied British) and spoke; "But I have a question... who are you? Or what? That's not a language on Earth, isn't it?"

"You're right. It's not an Earthly-language. It's Zoxatork." the taller one nodded.

"Zoxatork?" he repeated dumbly.

"An alien race!" he said smugly. "And I'm-" Here he said something that sounded like a repressed sneeze. "And this is my... friend-" he grimaced, before saying something else that sounded like he was choking on water that went down the wrong way.

"Excuse me, what?" He raised his eyebrows.

He said their names again.

"I'm.. I'm afraid I don't know how to pronounce that..." he threw his hands up.

"You can't? It's very easy."

Salvatorio shook his head. "Not for me. Can you, uh... spell it?"

They exchanged looks but they did anyway.

"My name's M-I-K-Z-I-N-K-O-L."

"Mik... Mikzinkol?"

He shuddered. "Don't say it like that!"

Sal stared. Wow, he was picker than he thought. "How about a nickname?"

"A what?" the other guy spoke up, grabbing a hold of a book and flicked through it. "Oh, a striekumix."

"WHAT?"

He looked up, flushing. "Just translating."

Salvatorio smiled. "That's fine." He turned his attention to Mikzinkol. "Your name sounds like a human-name called Michael. How about I just call you Mike?"

"As long as you don't butcher the pronunciation again." he sniffed.

"And you?" he said, turning to the other one, who almost dropped the book in surprise.

"Oh, I'm-" he said his impossible name, making Mikzinkol scoff and speak in their language.

"Oops, sorry. I'm O-X-T-O-V-A-R."

"Oxtovar?"

This time he did drop his book. "That's not how it's said!"

"Sorry."

"But you are giving me a nickname too, right?" he asked, his eyes big.

"Well, yeah." Salvatorio tried his best to think of an alternate name while trying not to focus on the stares of Oxtovar.

"How about... Oscar?" he finally decided.

He smiled brightly. "I like that! What's your name?"

"Me? Oh, I'm Salvatorio. But just call me Sal." He waited for a bit as the two processed the information.

"Just one more question... where are we?"

Mikzinkol and Oxtovar glanced at each other.

"Uh, it was Oxtovar's fault!"

"What? Slow down. You haven't answered it yet!" Sal cried out.

The two glared at one another.

"We were trying to abduct the Prime Minister, but this idiot bumped the controls and we got you by accident." Mikzinkol snarled.

"It wasn't my fault! I heard something!"

"I don't care what you heard! We're going to get in trouble! And of course it's your fault!" He whipped his hand across his chest and the book flew off the floor and into Oxtovar's arms. "I'm going to tell Terzux."

Mikzinkol stormed out, leaving the human and alien alone.

'So... where am I?' he thought as he realised that they still hadn't answered his questioned.

"A UFO."

"Ah, okay- WAIT, WHAT?!" he screamed, staring at Oxtovar in shock. "How-"

He smiled and tapped his forehead. "I hear."

"You..." He mimicked the action, confused. "You read minds?"

He nodded.

The UFO shook and Mikzinkol walked back in with someone else, who he assumed was the Boss.

"So, you did abduct a citizen..." he muttered, staring at Oxtovar.

"I'm sorry, Terzux!" Oxtovar squeaked. "I won't do it again!"

"You better not." He turned to look at Sal, who stared back. "Take him to TD-956. Both of you, guard him." Then he walked away.

"I can't believe this!" Mikzinkol exploded. "This is all your fault!"

"Can you stop blaming me?!"

Salvatorio quickly intervened, standing up. "Do you really need to argue?"

"Yes."

Oxtovar rolled his eyes. "Come on, we need to get Sal to TD-956."

The two aliens directed him across the UFO and they entered TD-956... which was just a empty prison cell.

"You're joking."

"Not at all." Mikzinkol shook his head. "Go on, get in." He opened one of the cells.

"No!" Sal stared at him like he was insane. "What did I even do?!"

"Nothing really, it's more of the fact that we abducted the wrong person." he snarled, making Oxtovar throw up his hands.

"I've already said I was sorry!"

They began to bicker yet again (gosh, couldn't they take a break?) and Salvatorio walked into the cell.

"Happy?" he snapped. "You can stop fighting now."

They stopped, glancing at each other once more.

"Right." Mikzinkol closed the door and tapped his finger on the lock-pad, signalling the cell to lock.

Sal watched in amusement as he sat on the floor and Oxtovar determinedly looked away from the other Zoxatork.

"So, what are you guys doing?" he asked.

"Um, making sure you don't escape?" the taller raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"No, I meant, what are you doing? As in..."

Mikzinkol and Oxtovar shared very lost looks. Sal had to resist the urge to hit himself on the forehead.

"Like, what do you do in the UFO?" he managed to clear up his question, and they seemed to understand.

"Well, since we're part of this special mission-" Oxtovar stood up a little straighter. "-we get to be here! With the rest of the crew! Who are all older than us, but still! We get to be part of something..." he trailed off, zoning out.

"Older than you? All of them? But you look 18! Like me." he added unnecessarily.

"Actually, we're 314." Mikzinkol smirked. "And everyone else is 557."

"Oh." They must have a different concept of time, then.

"No, you guys have a different concept of time. You know how hard it is to divide and times everything by 17.4?" the mind-reader stared at him like he was delusional.

"What?" Mikzinkol glanced over at them, realising that he had missed something in the conversation, but it took one look at Oxtovar to remember his abilities.

"I almost failed Earthology..." he groaned.

"I didn't." the taller one spoke up.

"No one asked."

Salvatorio pondered for a bit. He opened his mouth, but Oxtovar answered his question before he could start.

"Yeah, he has one too."

"Really?"

Mikzinkol frowned. "What are we talking about?"

"Well, Oscar can mind-read, what can you do?"

He smiled, standing up. "Glad you asked." He stared at his fellow Zoxatork, who paled.

"Please, nooAARGHH-" he screamed as Mike's eyes glowed bright red and Oxtovar was flung across TD-956.

"Are you joking?!" he whimpered in the corner, rubbing his sore back. "Why did you have to do that?"

"So... what's your power?" Sal asked, not really getting it.

"I can move things." he said proudly.

Move things... Sal blinked. But anyone can do that!

"Not everyone." Oxtovar replied. "He does it with his mind."

"Oh."

Mikzinkol smiled brightly. "I like doing it."

"Of course you do."

They sat in silence, watching Mikzinkol casually throwing Oxtovar's book around TD-956.

"We should get to know each other." Oxtovar burst. "If we're stuck guarding you, we might as well learn who you are! I know you know who I am, but I'm talking about Sal." he added, glaring at Mikzinkol.

"Well, I'm human." he stated the obvious.

"We know that." he dismissed his statement with a flick of his hand. "But what are humans like?"

Mikzinkol rolled his eyes and Salvatorio realised that this was a common interest of the hearer.

"Humans... are interesting. They created phones."

"Phones? What's that?"

This was probably the first and the last time Salvatorio was ever going to hear that phrase in his life.

"A phone is..." he paused, thinking of how to describe it. He sighed, and reached for his back pocket, and surprisingly it was in there.

"This is a phone." He lifted it up and the two of them stared intensely at it.

"Wow..." Oxtovar stuck his finger between the bars and poked it. "Does it move?"

"What? No, that's not the point of a phone."

"Bo-ring." Mikzinkol trilled.

Another statement he thought he'd never hear related to technology.

He turned it on.

"IT'S BRIGHT?! How did you do that?!" Mike gasped, leaning closer.

"I turned it on."

"Pass it!" Oxtovar grabbed the phone and tapped it hazardously. "It's not doing anything!" he grumbled, raising his arm up.

"HEY, WAIT!" Sal cried out, noticing that the alien was about to whack it on the floor. "Let me show you."

He swiped up and a lot more options appeared. "You move this to change the brightness." He demonstrated, swiping his finger.

The Zoxatorks fiddled with the brightness.

Salvatorio had no idea how they occupied themselves for twenty minutes straight without getting bored at least once.

As expected, Mikzinkol got distracted first.

"Is that all it does?" he pouted.

"Well, no actually-" he hissed the next second as his face was shone with light and Oxtovar let out a triumph gasp.

"I can make it light from the outside!"

"That's the torch..." he informed them, but they were already distracted.

Soon they discovered all the buttons and pressed them, until Mikzinkol pressed his finger on the 'home' button.

"Oh no!"

"What happened?" He strained to see the phone.

They showed it to him, which said; 'Enter Passcode'.

"Right." He put in his number combination, which was; '1300-6555-06' (for whatever reason) and the two stared at all the apps.

"What's all those squares?" Oxtovar breathed, his finger hovering over one.

"Those are apps." he explained. "And yes, you can tap them."

At those magical words, Mikzinkol hurriedly hit one of them and Sal's 'messenger' app opened up.

Lovi: Dude, where are you?

Feli: Where are you? You're not at home, have you gone somewhere?

Salvatorio's face hardened, and he reached for the phone. Surprisingly, the Zoxatorks didn't complain.

"Are you good?"

He didn't answer them, and read the drastic messages his brothers were sending him. He tried replying, but no wifi.

He groaned.

"Saaal-" Mikzinkol waved his hands in front of him.

"Sorry." He closed the app and gave it back to them.

They held the phone but didn't do anything with it.

Is he good? Mikzinkol asked in his mind.

"I don't think so..."

What happened?

"I think it was this..."

Oxtovar opened up the 'Messenger' app and they saw Lovino and Feliciano's texts.

Is he...

"What's the term..."

Home...

"...Sick?"

They both stared at each other, sure they had cracked the code. None of them had felt homesick before, as they were constantly seeing new planets and living there. They didn't have a place to go home.

How do you help someone with homesickness?

Oxtovar shrugged.

Sal curled into a ball. "I want to go home..."

"Already?" Mikzinkol said, earning himself a jab in the ribs.

"My brothers are looking for me! I literally just disappeared off the face of the earth!" He clicked his fingers.

"Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about-"

"How about we take you home?"

"WHAT?!" Both Salvatorio and Mikzinkol stared at him.

"Why are you dragging me into this?!" the Zoxatork hissed.

"It was all my fault that Sal is here in the first place. We should get him back!"

"We're going to be in so much trouble!"

Sal sighed, shaking his head. "No, you don't need to do that. Mike's right, you will get into trouble. Though, I would like to see Earth from the outside. Like the 'Universal' logo."

"The what?"

"Never you mind." he laughed, looking around. "Is there a window anywhere?"

"No...?" Oxtovar glanced over at Mikzinkol to confirm his hesitant 'no', but he had a sparkle in his eye. "Oh no..."

His eyes flashed red again and the screws of the wall started untwisting themselves.

"What are you doing?" Sal questioned. "I won't be able to breath, there's no oxygen!"

"Nonsense!" he laughed and continued unscrewing the wall.

A minute later, the wall fell down, and Salvatorio gasped.

For multiple reasons.

1. He didn't die of the lack of oxygen,

2. There was a orange, magnetic shield surrounding the UFO and;

3. And Earth was stunningly beautiful.

"Are you kidding..." he mumbled, staring at the giant orb. "It does look like Universal..."

"What is Universal?" Oxtovar asked, but there was no reply.

The two aliens stared at the Earth, but with less enthusiasm, they had seem planets before. They were all the same for the most part.

But they understood that Earth was probably the best, they were the most civilised society out of all the other species in the galaxy.

"Humans are very weird creatures." Mikzinkol said.