by Will Lemen
The slightest failure to comply with the ancient Anunnaki military protocol of saluting, under any circumstances, even on the battlefield, is looked upon as a sign of disrespect to the superior officer and so deemed an offense that is punishable by death if the offended officer considers the execution of the perpetrator necessary for any reason whatsoever.
Most soldiers that are found guilty of this offence, hope that they are going to be the one that is lucky enough to receive the summary death penalty as their punishment.
For those that do not, will without a doubt end up in a place somewhat similar to the place that Private Jol now occupies.
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"I see that the powers that be in the upper echelon have been wise enough to promote you to Captain, and not only given you an interstellar spaceship of your own to command, they have chosen to honor you with the command of the flagship of the Annunaki fleet," Rylo Kesbvoff the Captain's friend flattered. "However, I am slightly surprised that the Captain of the pride of the Anunnaki expeditionary fleet was not aware that I was aboard his ship."
"Rylo Kesbvoff of the Science Academy on Tarsa II. While you are slightly surprised and apparently overly concerned at my assumed lack of situational awareness concerning my crew and my command.
I, on the other hand am not only very surprised and overly concerned, I am disappointed as well. That you of all Annunaki's have surmised that I of all Annunaki's, would be so flagrant in disregarding my duty to the Supreme Being of our planet," Captain Xarr retorted, with a smirk. "While you busy yourself with dissecting the Captain's responsibilities, you seem to be failing in your conjecture to ascertain the identity of the person who was responsible for your assignment to this particular ship and mission."
"Still the same Pacal Xarr, all business, and no sense of humor," Rylo jested.
"You are wrong about that Rylo Kesbyoff, I do have a sense of humor. Did I not petition for you to be allocated as the overseer of the indoctrinating persecution chambers not only on Bay 5, but of all of the rest of the persecution bays on deck 13 as well?
Or did you think that you were placed in charge of all of the rehabilitation chambers on this ship because of your merit?" Captain Xarr again jested. "Besides, if I did not have a sense of humor, I would have already had you taking Private Jol's place in that high-tech rehabilitation chair of yours."
His Captain's remark amused Lieutenant Zeem and a slight smirk broke the stiff horizontal line of his mouth.
"I stand corrected Captain Xarr," Rylo admitted, snapping to attention and saluting just in case, as trading places with Private Jol was not high on his list of accomplishments he was trying to achieve during the mission.
"And speaking of Private Jol, have you authorized a break in his indoctrinating persecution regiment? Lieutenant Zeem and myself have been here for at least four of the earther's minutes, and we have yet to hear him beg for mercy, or even heard the slightest screams of agony coming from the direction of Private Jol," Captain Xarr inquired, pushing three of Private Jol's severed toes toward Lieutenant Zeem with a sweep of his boot.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to add the charge of dereliction of duty to the Private's list of offenses. It seems that during the separation of the interphalangeal joints of those three toes' you just kicked over to the Lieutenant, Private Jol passed out from the minimal pain of that process.
This action taken by the Private causes me to believe that he is either malingering, thereby being derelict in his duty, or as I suspect, he is no braver than a uniformed Annunaki school girl who sits crying in a puddle of her own piss after getting caught cheating on a final exam.
In either case, I am adding an additional charge to the Private's ever-growing list of transgressions, and several more digits will be removed from his extremities in accordance with the proper protocol for that additional violation.
How an Annunaki with as low of a pain threshold rating as Private Jol, has somehow managed to get into the military service of the Annunaki Confederation, let alone become an officer on a fleet interstellar spaceship assigned to carry out a mission as important to the Fatherland as the one we are now conducting, is well beyond my humble and meager comprehension," Rylo announced, again snapping to attention.
"I have brought Lieutenant Zeem to your indoctrinating persecution chamber in hopes of giving him a glimpse of his future if he keeps insisting on... let's just say, bending the rules," Captain Xarr claimed, as he inspected some of the persecutor Kesbyoff's instruments of indoctrination.
"I will be more than happy to instill instruction to the Lieutenant in a way that he will remember for at least 16 cycles of Oraiya, and that is after we return to our home planet," Rylo offered, after noticing Lieutenant Zeem smirk at the thought of him replacing Private Jol in the chair.
Pulling a hammer from a hook on the wall that looked like it was made to tenderize meat (and it was), Captain Xarr walked over to the unconscious Private Jol.
"Please join me if you would Lieutenant Zeem."
Without hesitation, the Lieutenant followed his leader to the gleaming metal chair where his predecessor was seated and oblivious to his surroundings after being indoctrinated senseless.
Captain Xarr handed his young subordinate officer the meat hammer, and with a pleasant smile on his face, he cocked his head and gave the order.
"Strike Private Jol on the left hand as hard as you can!"
"Sir?" the Lieutenant questioned.
"It was your report that was Lieutenant Jol's ultimate undoing, so I think that it is only fair to the Private, that you are the one that wakes him up so as to avoid further charges that will no doubt result in a longer stay in this chamber, and facilitate additional digital extractions," Captain Xarr explained, as he prompted his subordinate to carry out his latest order with one more warning. "And Lieutenant, if you question my orders one more time, I promise you that it will be your toes that get kicked across this room. Is that clear?"
Moving into position to make sure that Lieutenant Zeem could see him, Rylo Kesbyoff smiled at the Lieutenant while nodding his head slowly.
With visions of himself sitting under the greenish-yellow light in the metallic recliner, Lieutenant Zeem raised the heavy spiked hammer over his head, and with as much force as he could summon from his dominate arm, he smashed the head of the tool down onto the top of the unconscious former officer's left hand.
What was left of Private Jol's good eye bulged out of its socket as he tried to scream through the thick cloth gag that had been wedged into his mouth.
"Is that a new technique, using a gag?" the Captain asked.
"Yes, it muffles the sound of the weaker ones, cutting down the decibel levels and eliminating the need for the indoctrinating persecutors or their staff to wear audio frequency protection," Rylo answered.
"Hit him again Lieutenant!" Captain Xarr barked.
The hammer fell onto the hand of the constrained ex-officer again, and again a muffled scream echoed throughout the chamber.
"Please enlighten me Rylo Kesbyoff, does not the restriction of the mouth for the purpose of lowering the decibel levels affecting the disciplinarians also impede the process of the personnel being disciplined from exercising their normal penchant for begging for merciful tolerance?" the Captain thoughtfully inquired as he once more ordered.
"Again, Lieutenant!"
As it had done twice before, the heavy hammer fell barbarically upon the left hand of Private Jol, shattering bone, and tearing through multiple layers of skin.
"Their pathetic whining and their pitiful cries for mercy are of no concern to me. If I were to give mercy to all of those that begged for it, discipline would not be able to be instilled, and rumors of my generosity would spread like wildfire through the Annunaki Confederation of planets and beyond. Those rumors would not only place doubt in the eyes of my commanders, and give a glimmer of hope to my future clients, but also propagate a firestorm of disciplinary voids of which I would be held responsible for," Rylo
said, in answer to his Captain's question.
"I understand your concern, and your lack thereof, now with that said, I shall now try to get my point across to the young Lieutenant here," Captain Xarr, grunted.
"Are you sure you don't want me to teach your Lieutenant the lesson?" Rylo asked willingly, again making sure that the young Lieutenant could see him smiling maniacally and nodding his head.
"Not at this time, however, if Lieutenant Zeem fails to understand the gravity of the situation, you will be his next teacher," the Captain promised, as he glared at his newly promoted officer.
"I am sure I won't have long to wait," Rylo commented, as he too glared at Lieutenant Zeem.
Holding his hand out, Captain Xarr ordered Lieutenant Zeem to surrender the meat mallet to him.
"Hammer please, Lieutenant Zeem."
Lieutenant Zeem relinquished the tenderizing gavel at the same time his sphincter relinquished its strangling iron grip on his anus.
Thinking that he had not only dodged the proverbial bullet, but he had also had the pleasure of practicing some of the fine art of indoctrinating persecution on the innocent officer he had nefariously replaced, he shared his thoughts with Captain Xarr.
"A career in the subtle yet ever illusive art of indoctrinating persecution might be something that I might look into sometime in the future Captain Xarr."
"Well as Captain of this ship, I would not want to discourage any of my officers from expanding their horizons so to speak.
However, I would caution you or anyone considering a change in career choices not to take the leap blindly.
Therefore, as your superior I feel that it is not only my obligation, but it is my duty to help inform you of all aspects of the change in venue that you are now contemplating," Captain Xarr schooled, as he tapped the bloody head of the teaching mallet in his hand.
"Thank you Captain Xarr, any advice you could give me would be greatly appreciated," Lieutenant Zeem added, not noticing the gleam in Rylo Kesbvoff eyes as he listened to their conversation.
"I am glad that you feel that way, it shows me that you have initiative and that I have picked the right Annunaki officer for the job," the Captain boasted. "Now put your left hand down on top of Private Jol's hand and don't move, or flinch, and you had better not under any circumstances scream in my ear. Is that clear Lieutenant?" Captain Xarr asked, as he raised the metal hammer over his head.
"Yes Captain Xarr," the Lieutenant answered, his sphincter muscle again gripping his rectum tighter than a gnat's ass stretched over a rain-barrel.
The pain from the hammer slamming down on the top of his hand was immense and Lieutenant Zeem's eyes protruded out of his eye sockets just as Private Jol's one good eye had done just minutes before.
However, he held his hand steady, and did not flinch. And the only noise that was heard echoing around the chamber were the muffled screams of Private Jol, as the sharp edges of the broken bones in his left hand gouged through the skin on the top of his hand, and through the palm of Lieutenant Zeem's hand as well, and of course the smug snicker of Rylo Kesbvoff of the Science Academy on Tarsa II.
"That is your lesson for today Lieutenant, and if there is a need for another lesson that has to be taught to you, the pain involved in that lesson will be raised to a level that you cannot at this time comprehend," Captain Xarr proclaimed. "Is that clear Lieutenant Zeem?"
"Perfectly clear Captain Xarr," the Lieutenant answered, holding his bleeding and mutilated hand.
"Now enough playing around, get to sick-bay and have that hand taken care of, then get back to the bridge, we have a mission to complete," Captain Xarr ordered.
"Yes Captain Xarr," Lieutenant Zeem responded, as he saluted with his right and as of yet uninjured hand.
Passing the guard and leaving the chamber, Lieutenant Zeem had no doubt that his Captain had chosen his left arm as the teaching tool, keeping his right arm intact and able to perform the proper protocol that shows respect for superior officers during a salute.
However, no matter how much he tried, he could not imagine how there could possibly be more pain than he could comprehend.
Then the graphic memory of Private Jol's dismembered toes bouncing off the top of his boots flooded back into his brain, and he no longer questioned his Captain's comments.
Rylo Kesbvoff! Where is the senior medical aid that I ordered assigned to Private Jol to prevent any premature demise on his behalf?" Captain Xarr angrily questioned his chief indoctrinating persecutor and old friend.
"She stepped out moments before you and Lieutenant Zeem entered the chamber Captain Xarr," Rylo answered, sensing his superior was in no mood for banter. "We had run out of smelling salts here so I sent her to Bay 2 to retrieve more. That is why Private Jol was not conscious when you and Lieutenant Zeem entered the chamber."
"Who did you assign to fulfill the post?"
"3rd subordinate medical aid Suni sir," Rylo quickly answered.
"3rd subordinate medical aid Suni, she is not the one that was brought up on charges of cavorting with two naked gynandromorphs at Fleet Admiral Kiiney's party celebrating the Annunaki Confederation's victory in quadrant 42 over Krhul the "Butcher of Tikyor" is she?" Captain Xarr asked, unable to contain a smile.
"No Captain Xarr, that was 3rd subordinate medical aid Suin, I heard she is aboard, but I don't want her on my staff, figuratively speaking of course.
"You are correct, she is aboard this ship, I had her transferred from the A.S.S. Uranus (Annunaki Space Ship Uranus) to my vessel prior to lift off.
I felt she might be good for morale.
I mean anyone that was not intoxicated and would willingly, and knowingly commit gynandromorphy at a Fleet Admiral's party with not one, but two naked gynandromorphs is bound to keep morale high, at least at a recreational level don't you think?" Captain Xarr speculated with an even bigger smile.
"I have no doubts she will be a true asset to the wellbeing and morale of this ship's male crew members, but if I were you I would keep her away from the gynandromorphs, I hear you have a couple of the meaner ones on board, up on deck 69. Mean or not, gynandromorphs when mixed with regular Annunaki's can be quite a handful, naked or with clothes on," Rylo warned.
"I'm quite aware of the dangers of gynandromorphs.
I am holding one of them on charges of unauthorized use of its mesmerizimic gland in an effort to further its own agenda of receiving unlawful carnal knowledge of at least one of the male earthers.
It enraptured and then had clandestine illicit galactic interspecies sexual relations with the employer of one of the test subject group's progenitors before our experiment commenced," Captain Xarr told Rylo.
"Sickening, damn gynandromorphs!" Rylo exclaimed.
"Yes, sickening is one word for it, yikes is another if you know what I mean?
Anyway, that particular gynandromorph will be handed over to the proper authorities upon our return to our glorious home planet. The remaining gynanromorphs, if they do not cause any problems on the return voyage, will be drafted into further service for the good of the Annunaki Confederation in some worthy capacity, stationed somewhere on the outer planets of the Confederation's dominion," Captain Xarr assured his friend. "Meanwhile have 3rd subordinate medical aid Suin checked for parasites and tested for any and all recreational transmitted diseases that might be residual from any of her past indiscretions.
Then have her report to my quarters tonight at the earther's time of 8 o'clock pm central daylight savings time, that is, if she passes all of your tests and is found to be, let us just say, bug free."
"Certainly Captain Xarr, I will attend to that matter personally as soon as 3rd subordinate medical aid Suni returns with the smelling salts."
"And pick up those disjointed toes before someone slips and falls, you might as well have titanium ball bearings rolling around on the deck," the Captain ordered, as he departed the indoctrinating persecution chamber in Bay 5.
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Later t
hat day...
After a brief stint in the ship's Sick-Bay, and a couple of dozen lies later (Lieutenant Zeem couldn't have rumors of his outlandish stupidity and lesson in Annunaki discipline floating around the ship, it was bad for his image), the Lieutenant was back on the bridge of the mother ship awaiting orders from Captain Xarr.
"Captain on the bridge!" an Ensign yelled, as Captain Xarr made his way to his command chair.
"Lieutenant Zeem, report!" the Captain shouted with authority.
"Captain Xarr, I have observed that most if not all of the members of the control groups (zombies) are beginning to become lethargic and inert in the manner that their attacks are being executed.
Furthermore, the inactivity of the canine population (K-9, feral dogs), except for a few isolate incidences seems to be becoming almost epidemic, if you will pardon the pun sir," Lieutenant Zeem, reported.
"Your recommendation Lieutenant Zeem?"
"Captain Xarr, I recommend that the genetic differentiation sector found in the DNA of the main constituent of the chromosomes that abounds in all of the species that are germane to this operation be altered to better fit the dynamic criterion of our experiment, to help insure the success of our main mission to this planet," the Lieutenant answered abruptly. "Similar to the adaptations that were made at the beginning of our mission which slowed the physical decomposition process in the control groups.
"Please continue Lieutenant, and tell me your recommendation of which calibration changes should be made in the chosen DNA that should be prosecuted to further fit our needs," Captain Xarr exhorted.
"The configuration of the pestilence implanted into the control subjects and canine corps during the evaluation period prior to the inception of our experiment, was intended to repulse both groups, making them repugnant to each other.
That configuration had a success rate of 98.9310482658% and only a handful of the control group members or feral canines attacked and devoured each other, and an even smaller percentage pleasured themselves by consuming the dead bodies known to the earthers as road kill," Lieutenant Zeem explained.
