Evlon

by Maia Starr

  “What?!”

  They weren’t speaking English, but I had manufactured a translation device as soon as the Vellreq had made themselves known to Earth. It was a pretty clever invention, if I did say so myself, that was able to take a chunk of dialogue of any language and learn its nuances so that the wearer could get a pretty accurate translation of the language being spoken. It got more accurate over time, and was able to pick up little turns of phrase and metaphors that would usually be lost in translation. Therese had helped me with the electrical part. That’s how we had gotten to know each other.

  “Should we deploy the soldiers?” the tinny voice from the radio asked. “We have a hundred beds to fill and only a few of us Thressl’n here to get the job done.”

  Ah. So these men were known as the Thressl’n.

  “Of course!” Zod said. “Do it now! And don’t bother me until you get back.”

  “But sir—”

  “Do as I command!”

  “…yes, sir.”

  Zod dropped his arm, and his cold eyes turned back to me. I wanted to scream at him, demand to know just what in the hell he was planning. A hundred beds to fill? Who were these horrible creatures, and what did they want with Earth?

  Pain filled me as Zod gripped my hair once again and lifted me so that I was level to him as we met each other’s eyes.

  “Oh, human,” he said, a cold smile parting his lips. “This is going to be fun.”

  ***

  It was a horrific couple of days after that. Zod was a cruel and malicious captor, and nobody knew that I was on board the ship. Gradually, I learned that a hundred women had been taken captive for breeding purposes, and Zod had decided to claim a prize for himself.

  While none of his cruelty had been sexual in nature, I was sure that it was heading that way. I feared arriving to the Planet Jenal’k more than I had feared anything in my life—even my end of the year exams.

  My body constantly ached as Zod drug me around the room, keeping me limp and compliant by injecting me again and again with the same serum he had used initially. Whenever anybody would call or come to his door, I would be shoved unceremoniously into a tiny closet that smelled terrible, a scent I couldn’t identify and doubted would even be found anywhere on Earth.

  Zod would tend to his duties and then return back to the place where he had left me, stretching my fingers too far apart or poking at my eyes. I felt like a fly that had been captured by a curious, cruel child. Everything he did seemed to hurt.

  “Just wait until we get to my place,” he would tell me, eyeing my body with grotesque lust plastered on his face. “Nobody on the planet Jenal’k will even know you’re there. You’re going to regret ever laying eyes on me.”

  As if I didn’t already! But he seemed to get off on his cruel joking. I was almost relieved by the time I heard the announcement that we were arriving on Jenal’k; I had built up so much fear and anguish worrying about what was to come that it would almost be a relief for it to be over with.

  “Now arriving. Everybody, secure yourselves please.”

  The announcement was loud, and Zod looked down at me and grinned.

  “You’re going to like it at my house,” he said, his metallic eyes glittering. “I have a lot of fun things planned for us to do there.”

  If I could have thrown up, I would have. Unfortunately, the concoction he had been injecting me with over the past few days worked as a muscle relaxer of sorts, and I had no way of being able to move, let alone indulge my gag reflex.

  A sudden turbulence shook the ship, and Zod’s eyes lit up. “Time to get ready to go home!”

  He dragged me across the room by the hair and the pain made my eyes water. He always moved me by tugging the same patch of hair directly on the top of my head. When he let go, his fingers were full of strands of auburn hair, and the smile on his face was alarmingly sadistic.

  “Let’s get you into the bag.”

  I tried with everything I had to struggle against him when I saw the long, black bag he pulled out of his closet. It was clearly a body bag, I imagined for the crew that were lost to the dangers of space exploration.

  Zod seemed to be able to see the fear in my eyes, because his smile took on a level of cruelty I hadn’t witnessed yet, no matter what he was doing to inflict pain on my body. I realized that the only way to survive this situation was to remain as stoic as possible. The fear just seemed to fuel his dark desire to do terrible things. I would have to tap into something very strong within myself to get through this. But I didn’t know if I could.

  “There we are,” Zod said. “Into the bag.”

  He cackled and draped the black bag over my face, quickly zipping it shut. I immediately felt cut off from the air around me and nearly dissolved into hysteria. But now of all times was when I had to keep calm. I had to be strong.

  It took a remarkably long time before the ship landed. The turbulence was very excessive, and then there was about half an hour of calm. Finally, the announcement that we had arrived on the planet Jenal’k filled the ship, and everybody began bustling around preparing themselves to leave.

  It wasn’t until about two hours later, however, that the bag was lifted from the floor of Zod’s room.

  I had been mute and unable to move for so long that I, and the person holding my bag, were shocked when I squirmed in the bag. It fell to the ground, and I couldn’t help but gasp in pain.

  “Help,” I whispered weakly.

  But there was no help for me here. I was trapped on the Planet Jenal’k with a race of cruel extraterrestrials. And I was headed to the home of the worst of them all.

  Chapter 2

  Laike Ostra’ki (Repair & Maintenance)

  To say I was shocked when the body in the body bag moved is an understatement. My grandmother had always told me about the spirits of the dead, and how if they felt like their fate had been tampered with, they could come back to seek vengeance. She was a superstitious soul, my grandmother, and the haunting mental images seared into my mind from her stories kept me up at night. Sometimes they still do.

  So naturally, while scouring the ship on my routine patrol to check the wiring, I was horrified to find a body bag. A full one. Captain Zod was known for being careless with his casualties, so it hadn’t been surprising at first to see that he had lost his temper and chosen not to spare a life.

  What was surprising, though, was the gentle human voice begging for help.

  I had never heard a human voice in person before. It was my job to stay on the planet Jenal’k and tend to maintenance matters. That meant I could work on ships, but never fly in them. It wasn’t my place to learn about the places my ships went or what kind of people were transported in them. In fact, as far as I knew, I could have been executed for even thinking about it. That’s what my grandmother would have said.

  But there was something about that voice that made me feel like maybe it would be okay to bend the rules, just this once. Captain Zod was remarkably cruel, and to think that he could have harmed a human girl? It wasn’t right.

  Still, all the captive humans were accounted for. Right now, Zod was probably receiving his medal of honor from Supreme Leader Aloitus for his bravery and leadership in space. They would congratulate him for saving the Thressl’n from extinction by bringing human females for breeding purposes, even though that praise should have gone to the man in charge of the mission.

  The Supreme Leader seemed to favor Zod above all others, even Second in Command Zerk’k Arkti. Zod and Supreme Leader Aloitus had more in common, though nobody would be foolish enough to call them friends. It made me worry about what kind of world they were molding for us. Wasn’t it bad enough that the gender disparity had caused an underpopulation of Thressl’n women?

  The soft voice in the bag sounded again.

  “Please.”

  I suddenly knew what I had to do.

  “Shh!” I demanded. There was a small wiggle in the bag, and then complete stillness. I felt bad; sh
e probably thought I was Zod. But if I had my way, he wouldn’t touch another hair on her head.

  Still, that meant problems for me. If I was discovered stealing Zod’s private property, even if it was a body bag, it could be the end of the line for me. Even though he wasn’t supposed to have her there in the first place, as Supreme Leader Aloitus was very stern about bringing back one hundred humans per ship, and one hundred only, I was sure that Supreme Leader Aloitus would have made exceptions for his poster child.

  I grimaced, wondering how to go about removal of this earthling without anybody being any the wiser. Fortunately, it was a rather common occurrence for me to perform custodial work on the ships upon their return, and many people were used to me taking the bodies of casualties to the crematorium for preparation. If they were crew members, a ceremony would be held. If enemies, then it would just be a quiet riddance of their body and everybody would go on as if nothing had happened. It was a bleak task, but one I was used to.

  The human was light compared to other body bags I had carried out of Zod’s room. All too often, the casualties were our own, densely muscled Thressl’n people. We were a heavy breed; even our women rivaled the men in strength and size.

  “Laike!”

  I froze at the sound of my name and prayed that my bundle would remain quiet.

  “Greetings to you, Absle,” I said, smiling quickly at my best friend since childhood. He glanced at the bag and back at me.

  “Zod has been at it again, huh?” he asked grimly.

  “So it seems,” I replied.

  “So are you coming tonight?”

  I had totally forgotten about the community dinner to celebrate the arrival of the crew of Zod’s ship. Every time a ship came back successfully, we found it a reason to celebrate. Space could be a cruel place.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I said, my voice trailing off. I hated social events with the Thressl’n. I had always been a loner at heart.

  “Well, I’ll save you a seat. I hear there’s going to be performers at this one.”

  “Already?”

  They usually saved the performers and big celebrations for the arrival of the Second in Command’s ship. It seemed that Supreme Leader Aloitus wasn’t thinking twice anymore about showing his favoritism.

  “You know how it is. Maybe things will be changing a little around here,” Absle said with a sly smile. “Could be about time.”

  He turned his back on me and waved, and I watched him walk away, puzzled. Was Absle really a supporter of Supreme Leader Aloitus? That was an unpleasant surprise.

  The bag shifted a little in my grip, and I shook it sternly. I didn’t want anybody else to stop me before I got it out of the ship. Especially if my cargo was feeling troublesome.

  I walked briskly through the familiar labyrinths of the ship, my hearts pounding hard as I went. I had to come up with a plan to get this Earth female out of here. If anybody discovered me, I would not only risk my own life, but I could also be putting Captain Zod’s reputation on the line. That meant that if I were caught, my punishment would be infinitely crueler. Who would dare to challenge the Supreme Leader’s lapdog?

  Apparently, Laike Ostra’ki (Maintenance and Repair) did.

  ***

  After a few more close calls, I finally made it to the emergency exit without being spotted and disabled the alarm. Luckily, I had parked my maintenance vehicle close by and reached it briskly, despite much commotion from the recent arrival of the ship. I tossed the bundle onto its bed with a sickening thud. The female inside grunted in pain, and I felt regret over my rashness.

  Still, I couldn’t apologize. Instead, I climbed inside the hovercraft and sped away from the ship as quickly as I could, before anybody would find that the Earth female was missing.

  I arrived at my home in Mount Zennith in record time and hauled the bundle inside. Luckily, it was out of the way and living there meant I had a comfortable amount of isolation.

  Most Thressl’n preferred to live in the red desert of Armath, where the environment was more nourishing to our bodies. The Thressl’n receive energy from solar sources, and many develop seasonal and weather disorders when they are not in warmer climates.

  However, I had a solid constitution and had always been a loner at heart. My favorite place to explore as a child had been Mount Zennith. There, I had the quietude I needed to design ships for the royal fleet and build them and take them apart. I was an expert on the subject, though my placing ceremony had identified me as more of a maintenance worker. That meant I was never truly celebrated for my designs, just asked to work on them when they failed.

  I suppose you could say I had developed a healthy intolerance for the other Thressl’n, who just expected me to accept my lot in life without any question. Of course I enjoyed helping to make technological advances for my brethren. But letting the clueless Thressl’n with engineering titles take all of my credit was a different story. And thus, I had chosen to make my home in the mountains. Although it was colder there, it was quiet and peaceful.

  I took a quick glance around to confirm that nobody had seen me take the Earth female out of the bed of my hovercraft. Of course, my property was deserted, and I hurried inside with the bundle. I had to think fast. They had seen me remove the body, and if a cremation didn’t happen soon, it would be investigated.

  “Let me out of here!” the human cried, her soft voice muffled from the bag. I frowned, my mind racing in search of a plan. “Please!”

  Without thinking, I knelt down to the bag and unzipped it.

  “You must be silent!” I exclaimed. I was trying to think, and her insistent shouting was driving me to agitation.

  I felt immediate regret when my eyes finally fell on the human. Her face was the most gentle and vulnerable I had ever seen, with large, clear eyes that I felt immediately trapped in. They were the color of amber, and the thick, auburn curls that fell over her shoulders were astounding. It was a hair color coveted by my people, but one which occurred only rarely by natural means.

  She was absolutely breathtaking, but my harsh words had contorted her features into an unattractive combination of fear and anger. But she was obediently silent, and for that I was grateful.

  Finally, it occurred to me that I would still be able to bring the body bag to the crematorium, as long as I left the woman at my house.

  “Come,” I said, gently at first. But when she didn’t move, my agitation and impatience came through. The females on Jenal’k were expected to listen and obey, not sit there with defiant expressions on their faces. And as much as I wanted to accommodate this unfortunate creature, I needed her to listen to me.

  “Now!” I exclaimed, lifting her by the wrist. I was surprised by how much stronger I was than she, despite her resistance to my touch. It was like leading a Thressl’n infant in comparison of strength.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice soft but strong. If she was afraid, she didn’t want me to know it.

  “You must wait here until I return,” I said.

  But I knew she wouldn’t wait on her own accord. Unfortunately, if she were left on her own, it would be dangerous. Camps were being built on Mount Zennith, not very far from where I lived. If she escaped, she would be rounded up into the camps with the other Earth women and Zod would find her again. Who knew what would happen to her then?

  I pulled the female into the dark cellar where I stored much of my food supply. “Down here.”

  The female was quiet as I rummaged through sacks of supplies until I found twine used to braid certain roots together for drying.

  “Sit.”

  She sat silently, her eyes filled with anger.

  “You won’t get away with this,” she mumbled.

  It was strange to hear English in person. We had only received brief broadcasts here and there from Earth, but they had been enough to give us a basic understanding of the language. The Thressl’n were keenly adept at learning new dialects, as communication was highly valued a
nd a necessity in maintaining peace in the universe.

  “I hope for your sake that you are wrong about that,” I said.

  Her eyes flashed in confusion as I bound her wrists and legs to one of the sturdy shelves in the cellar and climbed out.

  “If you do not stay quiet, you are going to find more trouble than you know what to do with,” I cautioned her, before shutting and locking the cellar door.

  I waited for a moment to see what she would do, and when I was satisfied with her silence, I ran to my study. My uncle had been my best friend and closest ally before his passing, and he had been a doctor. He left me all of his things after he died, and I kept one particularly interesting specimen in my office. It was the skeleton of a scarce race of people from the Yuloph galaxy. The elusive Yuloph peoples were smaller than humans, and thought mostly to be extinct. However, sightings of them did occur, although they were very rare, and my uncle had been the proud collector of this valuable treasure.

  I held it in my hand a moment, reluctant to part with such a gift. Everybody had been jealous of the generous inheritance, and I had coveted that skeleton all my life, more so after my uncle’s passing. But it was the only way.

  I stuffed the skeleton into the body bag and stuffed it with soaking wet bedding from around the house. I had to work quickly; they would be expecting me at the crematorium soon if any news of the body bag had reached them. When I was finally satisfied, I threw the bag back into the bed of my hovercraft and took off toward the crematorium.

  The Thressl’n had a difficult relationship with death. Most didn’t enjoy looking it in the face, and so the crematorium, like my home and the camps where the human women were to be located, were located in the vast hills of Mount Zennith.

  I just hoped that nobody would be any the wiser for my cargo.

  ***

  “Laike, greetings to you,” the pleasant operator of the large ovens greeted me. His name was Kelron, but he preferred me to avoid using it for some reason. I simply avoided using his name for any reason.