“Yes! Yes, I was!” Riyad figured he had to curry favor quickly with these other men before their suspicions and paranoia got the best of them. After the trauma of the battle, and the loss of their companions, Riyad figured they must all be on the edge and near the breaking point. “I have been in charge for the past five years or so. You know time is so hard to tell out here.”
Riyad watch as a puzzled look crossed Ross’s face, but then quickly vanished. “The Juireans will soon be coming to question us,” Ross stated. “You must not say anything about your relationship to us.”
“That’s fine. No problem.” Then in a whisper, “But where are the Klin? Did any of them survive, too?”
Several of the other men crushed in next to him, before Ross leaned in only a nose-length from Riyad. “You must not mention the Klin. I will do all the talking regarding them. Do you understand?”
Riyad just nodded quickly. It had been such a long time since he felt really outmatched, yet these hulking Humans looked serious — and unafraid. Again, he had to step very lightly around them.
Then as quickly as the conversation had started, it was over. The men turned their backs on him and returned to their original clusters or positions around the room, leaving Riyad pressed up against the wall, with more questions than when he’d first entered the room. These men were not normal. They showed no surprise at seeing another Human; on the contrary, they actually seemed upset that he was there. After having his pirate fleet completely crushed, then watching the battle turn abruptly in favor of the Juireans — and now this — Riyad was thinking this day couldn’t get any stranger.
He was wrong.
Riyad stationed himself near the grooming station and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, just watching. Kyle Ross was definitely the leader; all the other men paid him great respect when he approached and never engaged him in any back and forth dialog.
A couple of times throughout the two hours he sat there, Juirean guards entered and brought food and drink. The guards were armed, and Riyad could see how the thirteen Humans — plus himself — could have easily overpowered them and taken their weapons. As he played out the scenarios in his head, the former terrorist could see how it would be possible for a small number of vastly stronger, quicker and more durable Humans to take over the Juirean ship. Yet no one seemed to be even contemplating a plan.
Finally Riyad had had enough. He stood and approached Kyle Ross.
“Mr. Ross, may I have a word with you?” Riyad said politely, even though he was seething inside.
Ross turned slowly from his group and eyed Riyad up and down, again with a condescending air. The others in the group moved away.
When Ross didn’t speak, Riyad filled the silence. “I don’t know what the ultimate plan is here, but I’ve seen at least two occasions where we could have overpowered these guards and gotten the hell out of here. Do you have any plan at all, or are we just going to sit here and let the Juireans call the shots?”
Again, Ross did not immediately speak up. Then: “We are on the Juirean Fleet Commander’s flagship. We would not stand a chance if we attempted to escape-”
“Excuse me — but bullshit!” Riyad said. “I know for a fact that the fourteen of us are every bit the equal of a hundred Juireans. I don’t understand why we’re not doing anything.”
“You do not have to understand. You are not part of our group. You were not asked to interfere in the battle, and therefore you do not have any input.” Then he paused for effect before continuing. “You have lived a life among the aliens, and you are a native-born.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Ross ignored his question and continued. “You have no concept as to the events you are attempting to influence. I respect the fact that you are a fellow Human being, but that fact will only allow you a certain latitude as to your presence here. Now once again, I will tell you not to interfere, and to let the events play out as they should.” Ross then turned on his heel and walked away.
Chapter Thirteen
“There!” Fleet Commander Siegor said, as he pointed at the monitor. “That one has once again confronted the leader.”
Counselor Kronss nodded. “Yes, he appears not to belong to this pack. He’s the one who was taken from the pirate ship, and that Lord Yan’wal has flagged. He appears to be very agitated. It may be a tribal conflict of some sort.”
Siegor had been watching the monitor for over an hour, studying the dynamic among the creatures in the holding cell. Lord Yan’wal had been very surprised to learn that the attacking fleet from Dimloe had consisted entirely of these…Humans, he called them. Siegor had never seen this race before, but reasoned that the Overlord had additional information the Fleet Commander was not privy to.
Yan’wal had been even more upset to learn that not a single Klin had been found, not even among the dead. A strike team had been quickly dispatched to the surface and found the remains of their base on Dimloe. It had been destroyed, and even in the wreckage, not a trace of the Klin. Then to top it off, only one Klin/Human spaceship had been salvaged intact, and that was the one these Humans had surrendered at the conclusion of the battle.
So whatever secrets they would learn about the technology and intentions of the Klin would all have to come from this one ship and the Humans in the holding cell.
Siegor told the Counselor that he would begin his interrogations now and directed him to bring in the apparent leader of the Humans, along with the dark-haired rebellious one. It would be interesting to study their interaction during the questioning. Often what was not said could reveal more than what was actually spoken.
In fact, as guards entered the holding cell and selected the two Humans to accompany them, Siegor noticed on the monitor that the red-haired Human began to protest loudly when the other Human was singled out to join him. It wasn’t until four more guards swept into the room and forcefully pulled them out that the leader appeared to accept the situation.
Under heavy guard, Riyad and Ross were brought into a cold metal room with bare walls and strapped into chairs before a single metal table. Then a hulking Juirean, with his distinctive mane of light green hair, entered and took a seat across the table from them. The guards remained.
After a few moments of silence, the Juirean nodded to the guard next to Ross. Abruptly he lifted his flash rifle and smashed it hard against the side of Ross’s head. Ross immediately screamed out in pain, nearly falling into unconsciousness. Then the guard next to Riyad did the same to him. The blow was strong, but not incapacitating, not nearly hard enough to knock out a Human. Riyad did not cry out, but rather simply shook his head and stared back at the Juirean.
After a few moments, Ross appeared to regain his senses. Riyad sensed that something just didn’t seem right…
“I hope I now have your attention,” the Juirean began. “I am Fleet Commander Siegor. You have committed the gravest crime against the Juirean Authority and The Expansion. There will be no mercy, not in light of the tremendous loss of life and material your attack has caused.”
“Fuck you!” Riyad spit out. “It was your ships that attacked us!”
Ross suddenly sobered up and shot a stare at Riyad that could freeze water.
The Commander glanced down at his datapad and at the transmission he had received just moments before entering the room. “You would be Riyad Tarazi, the titular leader of the now-disbanded Fringe Pirates.”
Riyad was taken aback slightly with the revelation. “So my reputation precedes me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You are simply a side note to the main events taking place here.” Then Siegor turned to address Ross. “What I’m more interested in learning is who are you, and what is your association with the Klin.”