“I’ve made new arrangements for your detainment,” the gruff, old alien had said. Adam stood silently before the Juirean’s desk waiting for more details.
“I will not have a repeat of what happened the last time you were held aboard a Juirean vessel, so you and your companions are to be transferred to another ship – a small, unmanned Enforcer. You will have full run of the ship, all except the bridge and generator rooms. Explosives have been fashioned around these spaces while monitors have been placed throughout the ship. I will not tolerate any efforts to access these spaces, or any attempts to escape.”
Anawar leaned back in his chair and ran a wrinkled hand through his light blue hair. Adam knew Juireans signified rank by the dyed color of their manes, great masses of hair that billowed from the tops of their head to cascade halfway down their backs. However, this Overlord was old, and the constant battle between the dark blue of his rank and the ravages of age was quickly being lost to stubborn streaks of gray. Maybe he’ll do a better dye job for his command appearance before the Council, Adam thought. A little Just for Aliens would go a long way to help cover up that gray.
“I am fully aware of your reputation, Adam Cain,” the Overlord continued. “I am also aware of the outcome of the latest engagement between our two races. This convoy is headed for Juir to add our firepower to the countering forces being assembled there, a journey which will take two standard months.” Anawar paused a moment to look Adam up and down. “You Humans are the gravest enemies of the Juirean Expansion and I would not be faulted for simply destroying the prison ship at my discretion, killing all of you in the process. I have the Klin-designed spacecraft you were captured aboard, which by itself will gain me great favor with the Council. But I must admit, I would personally like to present you to Elder Hydon as well, but it is not a necessity. The last thing I will tolerate is any further loss of Juirean life by your hands. Be forewarned, I will be looking for a reason not to kill you and your co-conspirators. Eliminating you as a threat as soon as possible would make my life much simpler. So whether you live or die now depends entirely on your actions aboard the prison ship.”
Anawar briefly flashed his teeth, a gesture that would normally be called a smile, yet one Adam knew to be sign of defiance and arrogance in alien culture. Adam did not respond; it was too early in his captivity to cause problems. Besides, this particular Juirean seemed serious about keeping him in chains. That may change, but for now he had to be careful.
“You seem to have thought of everything,” Adam complimented. “When will this transfer take place?”
“Immediately; as we speak your companions are being escorted to the landing bay.” The Juirean hesitated, fighting back the urge to say something more. Finally he gave in to his urges. “The Juirean people do not deserve the pain and destruction your barbaric race has brought to the Expansion, and if you were any other group of Humans, I would have summarily executed all of you as an act of war. But you are Adam Cain, the terrorist, and I know how much pleasure the Elder will get from personally putting an end to your evil existence. But remember, you arriving at Juir alive would simply be a bonus.”
The shuttle skidded into the Enforcer’s small landing bay, and once the atmosphere had returned to the chamber, all the prisoners were hustled out under heavy guard. Anawar’s Counselor, another old Juirean named Timino, was in charge of the transfer. He barely said a word, seeming instead to be put out by the whole affair. When everyone was off the shuttle the old Juirean stepped up to Adam.
“I would have cast you all out into the cold of space if I was in command,” he said without preamble. “I know that as long as you and your kind are alive, you are a threat.”
Adam grinned at him, flashing his teeth in his own sign of challenge and defiance. “Yeah, I get it: The only good Human is a dead Human – something like that?”
“That is a very accurate way to express it,” the Juirean agreed. Then he motioned for all the guards to reenter the