Crash Landing

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But the hair follicles upon my face were the least bit of my concern since I had no idea what the hell they meant by entrapment or persecution.

Maybe they're just one of those words that can be thrown around willy-nilly?

Maybe it doesn't translate in the same fashion as it does in English?

Zaxton seemed to understand my confusion because he nodded over to Zion who began the process of pulling out the items from their own satchels of belongings, dark brown satchels that almost matched their skin tone hidden behind the slowly dying embers of the campsite fire that Zion was now rifling through with a bit of hurriedness and rushed behavior that only reminded me of a child eagerly opening presents.

Except the look upon his face wasn't excitement or elation, it was dread and worry instead.

"As a female in our land, your…extremities are considered to be valuable assets for our people–"

Well, it's good to know that my vagina is somewhat important to these people for some of the oddest reasons out there.

"--But this fact also places you in immense danger if one should find out that you are indeed female and do not belong to any of our people. There would be a higher chance of you being sold to a lesser, aggressive male out there if we do not hide your assets properly."

Say what now? Belong?

Like, owned?

Sold?

As in, someone would own me if they found out?

Like I would be sold and inevitably become someone's property?!

The cogs and wheels inside my brain were spinning faster than Zaxton could explain their rituals concerning laws that surrounded women in general and I gulped nervously, was he saying that I was in immediate danger then?

My fingers, slightly shaky as my palms grew sweaty from anxiety, gripped harder onto the translating device that was proving to be worth my time and energy more than any of the other repairs I've done before back on the Celestial.

"And how, pray tell, exactly are you going to hide my assets?"

I wanted to stop the sarcasm from leaking through my voice but it was too powerful of a reaction and a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Zaxton's chest and across the land shook my own bones with the vibration.

He was laughing.

He was laughing at my question.

I guess even sarcasm breaks through even the toughest of barriers like, say, when you encounter a whole other species out of nowhere when you hadn't exactly planned on your ship malfunctioning before you crashed down on their helluva partying planet.

I highly doubt they have parties here, their expressions mirrored the gray hazed filter over this entire situation.

Hell, even the forest seemed to be depressed as fuck.

"Zion and I will help you conceal your natural feminine features, we cannot risk your identity being discovered sooner than we can assist you with your issues."

And with those words spoken with such authority and confidence, Zaxton motioned me over to where they stood whilst Zion was quick to pull out the supplies they needed to help disguise my body from the prying eyes of their society.

Stepping to where they were busy readying a strange disguise for me that consisted of a heavy black vest that hung heavily over my upper body and dragged all the way down to my butt, black boots that were heavier than my legs could physically move them forward and that felt like rocks were attached to my feet, and some sort of darker makeup disguise that felt like mud being smeared across any sort of exposed skin upon my face, hands and collarbone.