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  “How’re the Saps?”

  “There was a bit of a disturbance last night. Some commotion was going on at Guhl island, and a officer said I had to move the herd from our resting spot right away. But I found another resting spot further away from the island, and I settled them down there. I still have the same numbers reported. The walk has got their blood pumping pretty good, now they’re all yours. I’ve kept them from Palox, so they’re not coughing and throwing up.”

  Thamir shook his head. “That Palox is such a damn nuisance. And you can’t hide from it, it’s everywhere. A useless fungus that plagues our planet.”

  “I hear our government is collecting it now. Paying us to collect it and bring it in. It’s apart of a government cleaning program or something.”

  Thamir shrugged his shoulders.

  Secretly, amongst the giant herd of Sapthians was a human from Earth, and he was watching the entire exchange. The human, Aristopher Coraemin, was able to blend in so easily because Sapthians of Crimson and humans of Earth were identical in appearance. All Aris had to do to blend in was not shave, not use his intellect, and just use animal instincts. And he had to communicate in grunts instead of using any forms of language.

  Aris walked in the herd for what seemed like a hundred miles, but the rancher stopped to take a break. Aris assumed he was hungry. Whatever the reason, Aris was relieved. He struggled to keep up with the rest of the herd. The Sapthians on Crimson were in a better physical condition than the humans of Earth. But, fear drove Aris to keep up with the pack and not be singled out by the Damurian rancher.

  Aris had witnessed how the Damurians suck the blood out of Sapthians, and the act was so gruesome Aris feared being killed by the blood-sucking monsters.

  If Aris was singled out, his fate would come to a violent end, so Aris mimicked the actions of the herd and grazed in the fields. What they did, he did.

  The Damurian rancher combed through the Saps, looking for a meal to get him through the long journey they had in front of them, to the next factory.

  The rancher snatched a sickly boy from his mother. The mother grunted and attempted to follow her child, but a hairless dog-cat looking creature growled at the woman, and she ran into the herd.

  Grunts from the herd filled the air as they all begun to dangerously moving around, and the pack moved in tighter upon each other.

  Aris began to panic as well. He clashed into the people next to him as they stepped on his feet and elbowed him in the back and ribs, and he tried hard not to be trampled by the Sapiens. The Sapthians felt like they were made of stone because every time they bump into Aris, he felt like he was getting hit by a full-force punch.

  He felt out of sync with the herd. He struggled to mimic their animalistic, barbaric movements, to refrain from being injured. If injured Aris could not flee when the opportunity presented its self or worst, if the Damurian discovered Aris was damaged, he would be killed.

  But the chaos that seemed like forever, in reality, was only a couple of seconds, begun to subside as the herd squeezed in tighter with one another, which forced Aris to move like everyone else. They were pressed so tight next to each other that Aris could feel the blood pump from the Sapthians around him. Quickly, a calmness came about as the grunts slowly dissipated, and the herd began to graze once again.

  From within, the herd Aris watched the Damurian as he was about to feed on the little boy.

  The Damurian rancher dragged the boy, effortlessly holding him by the back of the neck, to a nearby rock. He carefully sat the back of the boy’s neck in his lap, and firmly holding the little boy’s chin, which exposed his neck. The boy’s arms and legs floundered wildly around, but with a free hand, the Damurian held the boy’s hands in place, and with the sharp horn on his chin, the Damurian poked a hole in the boy’s neck. The horn went into the boy’s neck like a knife into butter. Blood gushed out of his neck, and the eyes of the Damurian turned black and red as he began to quickly suck the blood before anymore wasted on the crimson dirt. The boy grunted and cried with his last breath. The yell was like no other sound Aris had heard before, and he began to get chills all over his body. The herd grunted as well, but with every drop of blood that was taken, the boy’s violent cry went to silence, and so did the herd.

  Some Sapthians stole glances at the Damurian but continued to graze. Aris was glued to the gruesome act as the Damurian stood up while holding the boy upside down to get every last drop of blood from the child.

  It seemed like the Damurian was drinking forever. When he finally finished, he threw the boy’s body to the pack of Daro’s who had surrounded him once they saw the rancher was about to eat.

  The sight of the Daros tearing into the dead boy’s flesh forced Aris to look away. He panicked as he breathed deeply, and his entire body begun to tremble uncontrollably.

  “Universe save me… all for truth. All for the fucking truth.” Aris whispered to himself. “Their gonna fucking kill me. I’m gonna fucking die.”

  Aris fell to his knees, and he attempted to gather himself mentally with breathing techniques he learned as a Universal Journalist. This was taught to journalists in case one was held hostage on a foreign planet for any particular reason. The only hope he had to cling onto was that by some miracle, the emergency ping he sent into space, via old satellites, somehow got to the Nihilist Party. Aris didn’t think the Nihilist Party group he joined after he left the UJ would rescue him. Because they didn’t have the means to. Most in the Party would count him as already dead, and maybe he was. But hopefully, some of his close friends within the Party would contact Quora as he requested if he were ever in danger. She was the only one he knew that could and would possibly save him. She had connections because she was still a UJ.

  “Please help me.” Aris whispered to the Universe or whatever god that would hear and help him. And even though Aris was not a spiritual person, the situation he was in, forced him to try new things. It was somewhat comforting to pray, even though it was to no one. Pleading before any god was against the rules as a Nihilist, but Aris was desperate for help. He did not want to die yet, or at least not like this. He took a deep inhale and exhaled as he struggled to control the trembling that overcame him, but nothing was helping.

  Suddenly, a female Sap approached Aris with grunts and some grassroots in her hand, and for some reason, this calmed Aris. He didn’t know what it meant in the Sapthian culture, but it eased his anxiety.

  Abruptly, the Damurian rancher cracked his whip, and the Saps jumped up and clung together like a magnet. He whistled and prodded the herd leader forward, and the rest followed.

  Chapter 3

  Quaro had to wait months before she got what she demanded from her superiors. It usually didn’t take that long to launch an investigation, especially for Quora being a seasoned Universal Journalist. She experienced resistance in starting this investigation that she hasn’t encountered before. But Quora was persistent, and her Editor eventually gave her what she wanted.

  She sat in a dimly lit office with hardly any furniture in it, except for a table and a couple of chairs. The door opened, and a pale and horned chined creature entered the room. The Ambassador was extremely plump as his black, and crimson government suit was notably tight on him. She stood up to shake the hand of the Ambassador of planet Crimson. On Crimson, an Ambassador was the second most influential Damurian, other than their supreme leader, of course.

  “How are you on this fine day.” The Ambassador said enthusiastically. His handshake was firm, and he held the hand of Quora longer than he should have. Quora could not help but to imagine the strength this creature possessed in his cold hands.

  Quora slowly and awkwardly pulled away from the handshake.

  “Please sit.” The Ambassador said and led Quora to a seat.

  “Thank you,” Quora sat down, and she waited for the Ambassador to make the next move, but he just stared at her uncomfortably and with a forced smile on his face. “Well, as you know, I am here to investig
ate a missing Galactic Council citizen that was on your planet.”

  She caught the Ambassador licking his fangs, but he stopped himself once he noticed the weird look Quora gave him.

  The Ambassador’s eyes widened and quickly squinted. He began to slowly pace around his office with his hands behind his back as he focused on objects in the room.

  “I heard no word of this.” He said.

  “It was an emergency ping, so the standard process of informing your planet had to be rushed, but I can show you the approval letter from the Council.”

  His eyes were quickly drawn to Quora. “Of course I believe you. We checked your credentials, and the GC confirmed them. Our planet has been inspected, based on the Criterion, and we passed. We are soon to be coronated by GC Officials, so why weren’t we apart of the process of knowing you were coming?”

  “To be honest, there was information that was presented to GC officials that shows some cause for concern on your planet. Your planet is not officially in the GC yet, so I was able to skip certain processes that required notification. And if all is clear, your coronation will go as planned.”

  “What is the cause of concern? Is it a secret? Are we not allowed to know?”

  Quora hesitated before she answered, as she examined the Ambassador’s inquisitive facial expression for any information that she could use against him. “The citizen that went missing was a former Universal Journalist, who had started his private investigation practice and he was investigating your planet, we want to find the Journalist and find out what was he investigating on this planet.”

  “Missing Journalist?” The Ambassador squinted and looked confused. “If there were any Journalists on this planet, our government would have known about it and protected them at all cost. I assure you, you are the only Journalist and the only one of your species on this planet. It must be a mistake. Some of these satellites aren’t accurate, hacked by enemies of the great Galactic Council.”

  “Yes, we’re investigating other possibilities as well, and this is just one of them. If all is well, I will quickly be out of your hair.” She accidentally glanced at the Ambassador’s thin hair on his head when she said it.

  He forced another smile and said, “Then, this will be over quickly then, because there is no Journalist, besides you, on this planet… I will discuss this information with our planet’s great leader Dorian, and I will get back with you.”

  “Will I be able to interview this great leader of yours for my case?”

  The Ambassador’s eyes widened, and he let out a light chuckle. “You can not be serious. Why would you want to interview our leader?”

  Quora scoffed and said, “Because it’s his planet. Why wouldn’t I interview him?”

  “That’s not going to happen… Our planet has one religion. As you know, since we are being accepted into the GC. And that is one of the requirements of the Criterion to have one planetary religion. And we take our religion VERY seriously. To meet with the great Dorian, you have to be anointed and know the greatness of the God Damai that is in our leader Dorian.”

  Quora sighed, “Okay then, that’s a no.” She made notes into her electronic journal.

  The Ambassador licked his fangs, “I mean this with no disrespect, but you are not WORTHY to meet our great leader.” The Ambassador rose from his seat and gestured for Quora to stand with him, and she did. “A guard will be escorting you to your room.”

  Quora, along with two Damurian officers, left the Ambassador in the office and headed to her room.

  Chapter 4

  “The members of the Galactic Council, in order to form a more perfect Galaxy, to establish justice and to protect Universal trade from those that wish to break up our law, and to protect the welfare of the essential minerals, resources, and citizens of every member. We are to fight for every citizen of this Galactic Council, at all cost. We are many planets, but only ONE Council.

  “The Criterion is based on thousands of years of historical planetary research throughout the Universe.

  “Criterion I: One Planet, One Government: A planet must have a globalized government to join the Galactic Council.

  “Criterion II: Sophisticated Technology: A planets technology must be up to the Councils standards.

  “Criterion III: Means Through Civility: All globalization must be done through a civilized means. Because if barbarity is used on their planet, it will be used on the Council.

  “Criterion IV: One Global Religion or None At All: If religion is present on a planet, it must only be one global religion. No other fractions from the single religion shall exist.

  “Criterion V: Complex Social Structure: How a highly developed planet structures its social class is always going to be complicated. So the specifics of social class is not essential as long as it is not deemed Barbaric, and it has to be Global.

  “Criterion VI: Infringement: A planet in wait cannot infringe upon another planet within the Galactic Council in any way, whether it is a territory or any other form of resources. If an existing member feels threatened in any way by a planet in waiting, then the planet in waiting is to be rejected.

  “Criterion VII: Proper and Ethical Food Production: A form of civility has to do with what and how an apex species consume their sustenance. And a food supply must be Global, and if the food supply is a living-being, it must be ingested ethically.

  “Criterion VIII: One Global Race and Equality Amongst Sexes: A civilized planets citizens must all identify as one race. The species in question do not all have to look similar, but they must identify as one race or species. And within this race or species, the female and male species must have equal rights within the social structure and the Global government.” Aris recited the Criterion of the Galactic Council to keep his mind busy.

  Aris was going to recite it again when, suddenly, a large bucket of slop, mixed with various foods and chemicals, crashed onto the ground and distracted his train of thought. Aris once thought this slop was the most bizarre thing he had ever smelled. But due to starvation and watching the farmers monitor the weight of other Sapthians, Aris started to eat a little bit of the slop at a time. After he tried it a few times, suddenly, it wasn’t so bad, but he only ate enough to fulfill his hunger even though his body craved for more. It was hard, but Aris fought the urge.

  Aris was now at a farm-factory ranch. This was the sixth farm he had been to, and just like the other farms’ Aris tried his best to keep a low profile. Aris just wanted to blend in with the rest of the Sapthians and not stand out. Aris was extremely terrified because the value of Sapthian life on this planet was like that of cattle or fish on Earth. He lived in fear that he could have his blood drained at any time. What drove Aris to try and survive was to expose the information he had discovered while secretly investigating planet Crimson. If his investigation went public, it would show that the Damurians violated the seventh and sixth Criterion and should not be accepted into the GC. Aris thought, maybe other planets would be heavily reviewed as well, or perhaps this was wishful thinking.

  On this farm, Aris noticed that the farmers would randomly take Sapthians into an adjacent building from the barn that the Sapthians fed and slept in. And when the Sapthians came out of this building, they had long stitched up scars on their stomach region.

  One day Aris snuck in the building and saw a row of Sapthians hooked up to a bunch of tubes. In this factory, they seem to focus on extracting blood from the stomach area. This factory was mild compared to the other farms’ Aris had been to.

  Aris had seen the blood drained from Sapthians in some of the most creative ways. On one farm, Aris saw a woman fed nothing but mana, a thick liquid substance, from the sweet Manal tree that grew on Crimson, until she was big and plump. When she was the right size, her blood was slowly drained from her neck, and she was too fat and weak to squirm. The mana alone weakens a Sapthian’s body, one would not have any energy to move, and Aris thought a humans body would react the same way. And as she was being drained, s
he made these horrid screams. Screams that once terrified Aris, but now he had become accustomed to them. Once she was entirely consumed, they minced up her bones and liver to savor the mana taste. This was like a dessert to the Damurians. They could only enjoy the fruits of their planet through the blood of the Sapthians.

  Another process Aris witnessed was when a newborn was taken away from its mother. At the age of around four years old, and preferably males, because they used females to produce more Sapthians. And the boys are chained by their necks and caged to prevent them from moving too much. And for about a year, or until their blood was the correct thickness, the boys are served fatty foods. Tubes were then inserted into their veins, and their thick blood was slowly drained throughout their short lives. Aris had seen one young Sapthian that had to be at least twelve years old, chained up in this small cage, unable to stand or even turn around. A boy that never played with his friends or ran against the wind. Even if Aris had attempted to free these boys, they would not be able to stand up or even move. Their muscles and bones would be so weak from the years of being constricted that it would be physically impossible to run away. It was one of the cruelest things Aris had ever seen.

  And when Aris thought it could not have gotten any worse, he discovered another cruel method. The Damurians forced a man and a woman to mate, and the Damurians monitored the man with intense scrutiny because the procedure had to be perfectly timed. Before the act, they would have examined the male mating for months, to time the male’s climax. Wires were attached to the male to test his blood. When it was time for the act, they would quickly stab the male in the head, killing him at the moment of climax, and the blood was drained from the male’s body right of way. Aris heard the Damurians discussing the reason for this whole procedure, and the Damurians said it was done like this because, at the moment of climax, oxytocin was released in the male’s blood. Usually, the endorphins entered the bloodstream and then dissipated, but if the climax and death happened simultaneously, the oxytocin would stay inside the blood, giving the blood an enriching taste that caused a high when the Damurians consumed it.