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  We Orbas wore very light attire, usually a large piece of cloth across our bodies. Unless, of course, we are in battle.

  We all stand around looking at one another, trying to figure out how to get these items onto our bodies.

  “I have an idea,” I say, glancing out the window and seeing the man still out there, examining the jet fuel on his body. “I need to concentrate, but I think there’s a chance I can do it.”

  “What are you talking about, Benzen?” Jarick laughs. “You and your ridiculous ideas,” he shakes his head.

  “Me and my ridiculous ideas might help us stay alive,” I explain to him without anger in my voice. “So just bear with me.”

  As young Orbans, many of us are trained from an early age to partake in activities that suit our minds and bodies the best. Ethazol’s particular talent, for instance, was being authoritative and intellectual. That is why he was taught from a young age to have engaging leadership skills and a clear thinking mind that could deal with problems in front of him. However, his talent does not extend to thinking outside of usual situations, and so he is only performing at his best in already learned scenarios.

  I, on the other hand, inherited my talent. It came from my mother, a being so vastly special that she could create any talent she pleased. Yet she only chose ones that could be good for the planet, ones that would benefit others before herself.

  When I came into being, she chose a talent for me that she said suited my personality. She waited until I was old enough to form opinions and congruent thoughts before she sat me down and asked:

  “Benzen… What do you want to do when you are older?”

  I thought for a second, looking into her opal eyes before I answered:

  “I want to be able to move anything anywhere, but with my mind.”

  I remember watching her sit back in thought for a moment before she raised her hands and declared:

  “Very well,” she held me. “I will give you the ability to have a mind that transcends the body.”

  “All of us Orbans are also warriors by nature. We only use our training when our race is threatened by another group of lifeforms.”

  Now, inside the ship, I wish that she were here to guide me through the ability she had gifted me. It has been so long since I used it, but I'm sure that deep down, I have not forgotten its inner workings.

  “Crew, you must support me for a moment. Stay calm and remain quiet.”

  They all look at me as though I am not behaving in the most appropriate way. Yet they're quite used to this, as I'm always the one that strays behind the rest. I’m smaller than they all are, but not by much. I am six feet tall, but they are only a few inches taller. I act in different ways at times, but they now see that I can do something most extraordinary, and that there is a great happiness that comes from being peculiar.

  I have been alive for 24 years thus far. Victorinth was born after me, but by only one year. The rest are a few years older than me. I will eventually be as tall as them, but it just takes some more time to grow to their height.

  I crouch at the window and look to the man outside. The look of terror has not left his eyes, and I knew that at any moment, it could only get worse.

  “Stay calm, Benzen,” I whisper to myself. “You can do it.”

  Focusing my mind, I put all my strength into remembering my mother as I look at the man and… transfer his clothes from his body, through the ship and onto me.

  “Well done, Benzen!” Victorinth cheers.

  “Quite the talent!” Jarick slaps me on the back. “Now all you gotta do is find five more of these creatures so you can camouflage the rest of us.”

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