the event.
“He has the Human terrorist Adam Cain with him.”
“Yes! Now I remember. I do not have time for this, Yol-fin. Just have him executed when he arrives.”
“My Lord, you mentioned before how you have never met a Human. You seemed rather pleased with the prospect of killing this particular terrorist yourself.”
Hydon finally focused on his Counselor. He’s right. I do not really know my enemy.
“He is traveling with others of his kind, is he not?”
“Yes, there are fifteen Humans and two others, a Belsonian and a Fulqin.”
Hydon thought for a moment how best to gain the most benefit from the acquisition of these Humans. He reached a decision.
“If I recall, Adam Cain is traveling with a female and another male, a pirate from Sector 17, is this correct?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Have those three brought to me. Have the others turned over to Relion’s department. I have heard these Humans are extremely strong and resistant to flash weapons. Have his technicians test them. Find their breaking points, both physically and mentally. We may not be facing them in defense of the Cluster at this time, but we will face them again in the future. I want to know how tough these creatures truly are, and I want to know their weaknesses. When are they arriving? I cannot spend too much time on this.”
“Anawar should be achieving orbit about now. His shuttle will be cleared to land at the Council field. They should be here in less than two hours.”
“Good. Have a cleanup crew standing by near the Pinnacle Room – for when I’m done with the Humans.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Chapter 4
Adam couldn’t see anything from the confined rear compartment of shuttle. He had hoped to at least catch a glimpse of the infamous planet Juir during the descent. Instead, all he had to look at were the forlorn faces of his companions, all silent, having finally resigned themselves to their fate.
The reality of the situation was hard to dismiss. Even if they did mount an escape and managed to confiscate a starship, one capable of escaping the planet, they were on the planet Juir for Christ’s sake. It would be a long, hard, and impossible slog fighting their way out of the very heart of the Juirean Expansion.
For his part, Adam still held onto a thread of hope. He knew that both the Humans and the Juireans had been maneuvered into this war by the Klin. If he could somehow convince the Juireans of that fact, then they might still have a chance at surviving. Granted, it was a very slim, razor-thin, microscopically narrow chance, but still a chance. And that was assuming he’d even get the chance to say a word before the executioner’s blade fell upon his neck – which had always been Adam’s fantasy way to die; he was a big Braveheart fan.
A bright, blinding light flooded into the shuttle’s compartment as the lower panel slowly opened, shaking Adam from his fantasies. A surprisingly fresh and scented air filled the chamber and Adam took in a deep breath. It had been two months since he last breathed fresh, unfiltered air, and it was marvelous.
Lined up outside the shuttle was a contingent of armed Juirean Guards. Adam quickly counted at least fifty of them – all for fifteen Humans. Before he knew it, the Guards were within the compartment, forcing them all out into the sunlight with the barrels of their flash rifles. Normally, Adam would have revealed in the lower gravity of an Expansion-standard world – and all were measured against this very planet – but he had just spent two months aboard a Juirean starship and his muscles had become acclimated to the lighter gravity. He was hoping that would not be a problem, should the need arise.
He took the opportunity to look around and was shocked at what he saw. Rather than a concreted-over mass of ugly government bureaucracy for as far as the eye could see, he was instead standing in a wide field of bright green grass, flanked by small buildings with dark