by Maia Starr
For this reason, I was more than happy to sacrifice my life as a commander in the rebel army. My father, who was a commander before me, had groomed me for such a position. I began at a very young age, as all of the Kalazaron did. But I did more than that. I not only studied battle training, but my father allowed me to attend council meetings. He taught me about the elections and why it was important that we could elect our leaders, and that it was not so in the capital city of Konthos. This was the main reason for the split many years ago. Now we were to defend that system, because it was everything that we stood for.
Many rebel Kalazaron looked the way I did. We had colored hair cut in the shaved style, flipped over to one side or in a mohawk. We had many tattoos that adorned our bodies. Each tattoo was not given lightly. They all symbolized something. Each tattoo was rewarded after a victory of some sort. Most of them were granted after a successful raid on the Belvenreed outpost across the vastness from the Blue Mountain Base. I had over fifteen tattoos recounting my victories. I wore each one proudly.
Being a commander held many responsibilities. There were twenty commanders in all and we each had our own duties and contributions to maintaining the rebel base. We did not have the resources that the capital city of Konthos had, therefore we had to come up with our own ways to get resources; this included raids on the Belvenreed outpost. This included scouting the far reaches of space and commandeering any military-like craft that we came upon. We knew most of those ships were headed for some sort of war, no matter what race and planet they were coming from. This meant they were heavy with artillery. This meant that we would have artillery to continue fighting our rebellion.
When we came upon such a ship almost a month out from our planet of Kaethon, we knew by the markings on the ship that it was from Earth. These were the best kind to commandeer because Earth loved their war games almost as much as the warriors of Kalazaron did. This meant they were heavy with the best weapons that Earth had to fight with.
Most of them were loaded with warrior men that they called soldiers. However, every now and again we were lucky to also commandeer a few of their human females when we took the ships. A few of those human females now lived at our rebel base and contributed to the running of our small society. They were good and smart for doing various work that was needed. A few of them had even coupled with some of the Kalazaron warriors. They did it willingly of their own accord.
I had sampled my fair share of the human female sex but I had no intention of making one my own life mate. Fucking them was fun, but that's all it was to me. I had no attachment. None of them were a match for me.
So when we attacked the ship and I encountered the strong female that fought back with intense skill, I was completely startled by it. I had never met anyone like her in any race—not the Kalazaron and not the humans. There was something different about her, and I wondered if it was biological. She knew how to fight with such great skill. She was fearless. Yet she was stunning to look at, and filled with anger. I was curious.
When the ship landed, I went about making sure that we unloaded the cargo and ran through the checklist of all other landing routines before I decided to deal with the human females. They would be last. As I walked down the hall to their holding room, I thought about the very strong female once more.
She had surprised me the last time I walked into the room, thinking I was going to be joining a bunch of docile human females. She had caught me off guard. I thought for sure that a human male had somehow boarded the ship with us, or that I had a mutiny from one of my own warriors. I never guessed that it would be one of the human females.
So when she attacked me, I was shocked. That shock turned into arousal. I wanted to wrestle and roll with her on the floor. Then when she continued to try to fight me, I’d had enough. Now as I reentered the room, I did it slowly and cautiously. I peered in through the small glass slit to see that all of the females were sitting on the floor, accounted for. The fighter female was sitting with her arms crossed, pouting like a youngling.
I still entered slowly as the door opened and I stepped through. I looked on either side and around the entrance to make sure there was not some sort of clever trap that was going to kill me as I stepped through. Finally seeing that it was safe, I entered and paced in front of the females as I did before when I introduced myself. Now I was going to introduce their future to them. They weren't going to like it, but that was no concern of mine. They were prisoners, and that was the end of it.
"We have landed at Blue Mountain Base. Kaethon is now your home. When you are escorted from this ship, you will be taken to your new living quarters. You will each be evaluated and you will be sent to work where your skills are most needed. You will have a strict schedule and only be allowed in certain areas of the base. You are now our captives. You are now our slaves. You will do as you are told, or you will die. It is your choice. Try to escape," I said as I looked specifically at the fighter female and continued, "and you will die."
As I finished, ten, armed warriors entered. It was time to take them into the base. "Stand up," my sergeant said to the human females. "Stand in a line."
They did is they were told and the sergeant then put their wrists into cuffs that were linked with chains between all of them on one, long leash. The fighter female shot daggers at me. I just smiled in return.
As the sergeant put his hands on her arms in order to put the chain on her wrist, she elbowed him in the face. It came out of nowhere to him, but I had been expecting it. The sergeant punched her in the stomach and she doubled over, but that did not stop her. She swung an uppercut swing straight under his ribs and he doubled over, gasping for air.
The other warriors moved in, but I stopped them as I said, "Enough!"
Everyone froze in their tracks except for the sergeant, who was still doubled over, trying to grasp for air. She knew exactly where to hit the body under the ribs to make one suffer. But I knew that the sergeant had great strength and his blow to her stomach must have been incredibly painful and possibly caused some extreme harm.
"Take the females to their new shelter. Bring this one with me," I said as a pointed at the female. "What are you called, female?" I asked her. She said nothing and put her chin in the air and defiance. "Very well, say nothing, but if you do not tell me what you are called, then I will allow my warriors here to make up a name for you and that shall be your name. They will not be kind, I can assure you."
"Serena Swands, Special Forces," she said with anger.
"What kind of special forces? Do you have powers?"
"I am good with guns. I can shoot a target over a mile away," she said proudly. My warriors began to laugh. No one was that good. Our technology on our blaster guns couldn't do it automatically. It took a very skilled warrior to do something like that. We had never seen it done before.
"Very well, Serena Special Forces, you can come with me now, without a fight, or you can stay here and die."
She looked at me as though she was actually contemplating death. I admired her for that. It took a hard person to sacrifice themselves for freedom. This is what the entire rebel cause did. She had that same principle inside of her. Then she took steps forward and came without anyone touching her. I don't think she liked the idea of being in chains, but she was willing to come with the armed escort.
"To Pentor," I said to the warriors that were escorting her. I followed along behind them, keeping an eye on her. I would not walk in front of her because she could do something stupid once again. She needed to be watched.
As we walked out of the ship, I watched her take it all in. She was examining every area of the landing base. This was new to me. Usually females of the human race coward and cried as they were led across the landing port. This one was taking in information with her eyes. She was memorizing every single thing she saw.
If I was a captive it's exactly what I would do as well, in case I wanted to escape. I knew she was thinking about it. She was being smart about it thi
s time, though, and would not do something so brash. She would definitely need to be watched.
As we walked out of the landing ports and through a carved tunnel, we came out on the other side of the mountain wall into the area we called the Village. This is where our main systems sustainability took place. Since we did not use a form of exchange that the humans called money and the Kalazaron called sums, we did not have use for markets where goods would be sold. Instead, we had markets that were run by the rebel organization where food and supplies were rationed out equally amongst everyone. In exchange, everyone did work that would help the sustainability of the base.
There was a lot of work to be had there at the base. From engineering to make sure that our water system and lighting and electrical technology worked to farming the fields, to mending cloth coverings. Cooking, taking care of the younglings, and other domestic labor was left to the female Kalazarons.
There was work to be done every day, but this area of the village was where everything was gathered. This is where you would find our reconstructionists, who healed the bodies of our warriors. This is where tables were laid out for rations to be supplied. It is where everyone met for conversation and where we held our meetings and where Elect Official Treen spoke to us from the mountain side ledge overlooking the gathering space of the village forum. This was the heart of the rebel base.
As I nodded to the warriors that led Serena in to Pentor, I said to them, "Leave us."
They all looked at me strangely, as though I was crazy for suggesting to be alone with this female that had already demonstrated that she would fight anyone. But I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it. "Leave us."
They obeyed my orders and I closed the door behind them. I moved in, walking over to a long table and said, "Take off your clothes. Take everything off."
She gasped and shouted, "Absolutely not, you pig!"
"What is a pig?" I asked as I smiled at her, amused by her strange defiance.
"Commander Jaylin Brakin. It is a pleasure. What may I assist you with?" Pentor asked as he entered the room.
"This human female has just arrived from space. She had a physical altercation with the sergeant and he gave her a hard blow to the belly. I wish to have her examined for any damage."
"Very well; remove your clothing and lie on the table," Pentor asked her as he moved to the drawers and shelves to gather tools.
Serena stood frozen. When Pentor gave her his attention once again, he was confused as to why she had not done what he had asked. "Do you wish to be examined or not?" he said to her.
She turned and looked at me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to leave. I didn't have to. She was a prisoner and I could make her do whatever I wanted. I did not have to leave. I could do whatever I wanted. But in the interest of not fighting her, I resigned and said, "I will be outside."
I walked out of the room, but I was not done with her.
"Commander," Prana Qaboen said as he walked up to me as I stood outside the door. Prana had come to the rebel base as a youngling. He was eight years younger than I was, and I was already a Kalazaron of high command when he reached us. He had been left an orphan when his father and mother betrayed the capital city organization and were tried, convicted, and executed. After that, he lost faith in the capital city and made his way through the secret underground travel system that brought Kalazaron to us. Ever since he arrived, he was always eager to learn. He was one of the most intelligent warriors that we had. However, sometimes his over eagerness could get a little annoying.
"How was the scouting trip? I heard you brought back a large cache of artillery from a human Earth ship? Is that true? How much did you get?" He went on and on with his questions.
"It is true," I said. He looked at me and realized that I was standing guard by the door.
"What is it? What's in there?" he asked, but he did not give me time to answer. He was through the door before I could stop him. I followed him in and we were both met with a surprising yet delicious sight.
Serena was lying completely naked on the table while Pentor moved a projector scan tool across her body that analyzed for damage on the holographic screen on the wall. Her eyes were closed and she did not notice that we had entered. Her long, lean body was stunning for a human female.
She was tall, taller than the human females that I had seen thus far. Her long, yellow hair was in a tie on top of her head. Her breasts were ample, with rosy pink nipples crowning them. My eyes roamed down them to her belly and to her special, female spot that was covered with soft, light hair. She was exquisite, and had a toned body that showed her strength in fighting.
"Shit!" Prana shouted at the sight. She opened her eyes and turned to see both of us staring at her with our mouths open like the lustful beast that we were.
"Get out!" she shouted.
"Do not move or we will have to start over!" Pentor said to her. She stiffened and did not move, but she yelled again, "Get out, you pigs!"
I laughed at her as I took another fill with my eyes. Then I grabbed Prana and pulled him out of the room, though he was reluctant to leave.
Once outside the room, I close the door.
"What the hell was that? Who is that?" Prana asked.
"A new human female brought here to the base," I said to him. She was on the Earth ship and tried to escape a few times. We did what we had to do to stop her from escaping, so now she is being checked for injury by the reconstructionist."
"I have never seen a human female like that," Prana said as he took another step back toward the door.
"Enough. Leave the human female alone."
"Fine. Show me the artillery?" he said as he arched an eyebrow at me.
"Yes, I need to attend to it anyway. Come with me," I said to him as we moved to walk through the village and through another tunnel that would lead us to the training ground and military section of the base.
Chapter 3
PRANA QABOEN
I was there to get all the information that I could; it had always been that way. It was not an easy thing to do, but I had been able to do it all those years. However, it didn't mean that I could not have fun while I did it.
When I walked in and saw that human female lying naked on the table, I knew I had to have her. She was going to be mine. Seeing her made a stirring in me and I was almost completely hard as I looked over her body. The way she shouted at us in such a feisty manner only increased my interest. She did not shrink away like so many human females. She was a fighter, like me. I liked her instantly.
When we left her, I had to occupy my mind with other thoughts in order to calm the heat that was stirring inside of me for her. I would have to deal with her later; for now, my focus was on the recent shipment. That was the most important thing. I watched as the commander went through managing the new inventory. I watched and listened and made notes with my eyes. They had commandeered a very large bank of weapons. It was impressive. We knew how to work the weapons of the humans, after so many years of taking over their ships and capturing their females.
"What are the numbers?" I asked the commander.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"How many blaster guns? How many explosives? How many blaster nets?" I listed out the various items that could be seen.
"We won't have the totals until later. For now, I must report to Official Treen," the commander said.
"May I accompany you?" I asked him, wondering what he was going to report.
"Best sit this one out, Prana," he said as he walked away.
"Shit," I said under my breath. That would be vital information that I would miss out on. I wondered what this new plan would be now that we had these military-grade weapons from Earth. They would be put together with our arsenal and double it in size. Now that Treen would have this, he would want to use it.
Official Kahren Treen was the Official of Blue Mountain Base. He was the descendent of Lieutenant Treen, who was the initiator of the rebellion years ago. He
was the one that had planned the attack that led to the rebels splitting off from the capital city of Konthos.
That was many, many, many, years ago, and we had established a new order at the rebel base. We did not have a Master, like they did in the capital city of Konthos. Instead, we had an elected official, voted in by every Kalazaron at the rebel base, including the females. It was something that the rebel cause had wanted in the capital city of Konthos, but it was denied. So began the rebellion, and it had been that way ever since.
Now that the commander was occupied and I could not tail him in order to gather information, I thought I would turn to more pleasant matters. I backtracked to the reconstructionist room, and to the human female. I smiled as I thought of a delicious lie.
