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  “Is everything ok?” The guide asked.

  “Everything is fine. I must go back to my room now.” Quora quickly said.

  Her guide followed behind her, and they got in the glider and flew back to Quora’s room.

  Chapter 10

  Bolt sniffed the bottle of a thirteen thousand-year-old aged, red wine. “General U, this is planet Ordin’s finest wine.” He nodded his head at the waitress, and she poured General U a glass of costly wine. She tipped her head to Bolt, and she left.

  General U took a giant swig of the wine. “I swar, Ordin was let into the GC cuz of its wine.”

  “It’s all for you.” Bolt said.

  Bolt was disgusted by the General but tried his best to hide it. Bolt had not seen the General in so many years that he forgot why he didn’t like him. But hearing him speak made Bolt remember why he stayed away from the General.

  The General’s scaley skin slightly raised as he guzzled the wine and emitted a smell that was gruesome to Bolt, but the Gold-hunter tried not to react to the disgusting scent. He just calmly put his finger underneath his nostrils, as if he was holding up his head.

  “General, you are well-traveled, and you have worked with many planets trying to get into the GC. So I want to ask you, what could you tell me about a species called the Damurians, of the planet Crimson? Have you heard of them?” Bolt asked.

  “Aaahh!” General exclaimed. “The Damurians? I’ve met so many creatures, I’m no gud wit names. What do they luk like?”

  Bolt pursed his lips. “They’re pale, long fangs, pointy horns on their chins, uh—” Bolt searched for more characteristics.

  “Oh, the blud creatures.” He drunk some more wine.

  “Why do you call them the blood creatures?”

  “Every planet we went to, for war, after a battle they tasted enemies blud. They didn’t like the ones they tasted. Thay luved the blud of the Saps on their planet. Thay always talked about Saps blud, and how it was the best blud in the Universe.”

  “Saps?”

  “Ya, some type of fud source on their planet.”

  “What else could you tell me?”

  The General leaned back and smiled at Bolt.

  Somehow Bolt had become even more disgusted at the apparent smugness of the General.

  “Tha great Guld Hunter, one of the richest, famous creatures in the Universe wants to take out lowly General U—a lowly GC affiliated general—for information… yu know it’s deemed weak, telling civilians what is said on the battlefield. This could put my relationship with the GC Affiliates at risk. These are creatures that would sacrifice half their population to get into the GC. What if they found out, I give out information to a civilian? Why shuld I lose their trust?” The smirk left the General’s face as he stared at Bolt.

  “Fifty Unicoin?” Bolt said.

  “Hundred.” General U countered.

  “Seventy-five.” Bolt firmly said.

  “Eighty.”

  Bolt realized the General would not let Bolt get the last number, so he acquiesced to the General’s offer with a head nod.

  “They were one of the most eager species to want to enter the GC that I met, and that is saying a lut from all GC ass-kissing planets I meet. But they revealed sumething to me that they didn’t tend to. But our Gaud, Time, reveals all. Many creatures wurship useless idols, but all of our ‘true Gaud’ is Time, I worship Time and use it in war tactics, that’s why I always win in war. You see Time is—”

  “General.” Bolt almost shouted as he interrupted General U. “I am not here to hear you preach. I am not paying you to hear a sermon about Time. Please stay on track, and tell me what you know about the Damurians.”

  “Well, they revealed that they have discuvered something on their planet. That the GC wants, and after this, I stup seeing their species on GC Affiliate missions and meetings. And out of nuwhere, I hear they are being taken into the GC. They were behind many planets. In the place they were in, over fifty years, it would take them to join the GC.”

  “This is all the information you have?”

  “Yap. That’s it.”

  Bolt pondered what could the Damurians have that would allow them to skip the process that normal planets had to go through to get accepted into the Galactic Council. Bolt began to think that they must have powerful GC officials on their side. And he became worried about Quora. Because if she discovered something she shouldn’t have, then these powerful officials will use their resources and their power to quiet her. Bolt did not want Quora harmed, in any way.

  “Thank you, General U.” Bolt abruptly got up from the table and left.

  General U raised his hand for the waitress. He wanted another bottle of wine. “I don’t know you to care about anything except finding Guld. Is this for the great lost luv you talked about before? You could have any creature in the Universe, but you chuse the one who don’t want you.” The General said, casually.

  “Don’t worry about why I need it. You—” Bolt stopped himself from losing his composure on the barbaric General.

  Bolt pulled up a holographic screen and quickly closed it. And then a sound was heard on the electronic device on General U’s bracelet, it was the eighty Unicoin Bolt promised him. Bolt got up and left the table.

  “You’re paying for this, right?” The General yelled at Bolt, but the Gold-hunter did not answer.

  Chapter 11

  A large, lifeless estate sat alone atop a hill. Officer Marumaru entered the doors of the extravagant mansion, and she was met by the servants of the estate. It was the mansion of one of the elites, Talbar.

  The wife of Talbar greeted Marumaru. Her name was Aruma. Marumaru wasn't too fond of the wives of elites. She thought they were nothing special, just the wives of the wealthy. Few had power or influence. Most didn't even try and grab the power that they were so close to. She hated beings with no ambition.

  Talbar could get rid of her tomorrow, and her position would be filled by another before the day ended, Marumaru thought.

  Marumaru knew very little about Talbar. He did not like to be seen in public because of his figure. He was the brother of Dorian, but when Dorian became the leader of the planet, Dorian became a god, and a god had no siblings. So the ritual required that he killed the siblings that he had on Crimson, but the custom had changed through time. Now the siblings had an option. They could either choose death or choose to have their reproductive organs removed and have the horns on their chins cut off. If they chose the latter, they could live, but they are continually being monitored by the officers of the leader.

  Most citizens of Crimson considered Talbar weak for choosing to live under such conditions. Even though Talbar would always live in luxury, technically being a brother of a god, but a Damurians horn and lineage was everything in their culture, and most on Crimson would have instead chosen death than to live in luxury without a Damurians horn and not being able to reproduce.

  With a hand gesture, Aruma shooed her servants away. "We were expecting Officer Lims." Aruma said.

  "I know. I am helping Officer Lims with his workload. Is your husband in? I would like to speak with him regarding a government matter."

  "I know it regards the missing Sapthian thing."

  Marumaru glanced at her and then begun to scan the mansion. "They're called humans. I would like to talk to your husband." She repeated.

  Talbar's wife looked displeased, but Marumaru didn't care. She wanted to talk to Talbar and only Talbar.

  "Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of my wife." A voice said.

  Marumaru looked up and saw the hornless Damurian coming down the stairs, and he looked extremely frail. Marumaru observed what looked like a limp to his walk. Talbar was younger than Dorian, but his face had in-depth features, as if he was the older brother, by many years.

  "That is fine." Marumaru said sharply. "Would you like to go to your office?"

  "No, we can go for a walk around my property. I haven't been out in
a while anyway." Talbar said.

  His wife grabbed a long, thick, blue cloth and draped it over Talbar, and she helped to hold Talbar up as the three walked out of the mansion and onto a dirt road that circled down the hill.

  "You have displeased our leader." Marumaru said, breaking the silence. "The longer that Journalist's body goes unfound, the more it is at jeopardy of being discovered by this Universal Journalist. If this ruins the chances of our planet entering the GC, Dorian is going to want someone to blame for this, and you know he will look to blame you for it."

  Talbar scoffed and looked back at his wife and then at Officer Marumaru. "Sometimes I regret choosing to stay alive. He took everything from me, me creating a lineage, my horn. And that still isn't good enough. Now he wants to pin something on me that I had nothing to do with."

  "This happened on your island. Who else is at fault?" Marumaru knew he was lying. "Just tell me what happened and where you think the human went. If the information is useful, it won't get back to Dorian."

  "Merciless Marumaru is now showing mercy. This seems too good to be true. Why are we so lucky to get this favor?" Aruma sarcastically said.

  Because of Marumaru's reputation, Aruma did not believe that Marumaru would really do them a favor, she thought it was a trap, which Marumaru understood.

  "Or I could bring you in and have our leader's physicians examine the wounds that have you barely able to make it down your own stairs. They can easily detect the weapon used to cause your injuries."

  Talbar and his wife looked at each other in shock. They tried not to show their fear, but Marumaru saw it. She could spot fear from a mile away. They were shocked that she knew of Talbar's wounds, but they wouldn't dare ask her how she knew.

  Talbar stopped and turned towards Marumaru, he was about to spill his guts. His wife tried to stop him, but he dismissed her with a firm hand to her shoulder. "The human had help from the Activists, he had a hidden weapon that he used to escape, my guards checked him thoroughly before he entered the planet. The human was supposed to meet an Activist member. When I found out about this human, I wanted to see him, taste him. See if the rumors of them tasting like Saps were true. So I told my spies I would reward them if they brought the human to my island. So one of my spies tricked the human into coming to me. It was easy because the human did not know the Activist he was supposed to meet. He had to know the name, but he wouldn't reveal it. I tried to get it out of him. The Activist that was helping him had to be a pretty high official in our government to have communications with a foreign species. A traitor."

  "So he's alive? You or your spies didn't kill him?" Marumaru asked.

  "I don't know if he is alive, but I know we didn't kill him or catch him. Someone had to help him get a weapon once he was on our planet, and it had to be Activists. Somehow he got a weapon. And I should have had access to government files because I didn't know the humans were able to swim. The Saps can't swim at all, I would have secured the island better."

  "These are excuses! And excuses are like fangs, everybody has some. Dorian is going to want someone to pay for this." Marumaru said.

  "Marumaru, you have to help me. Some of your officers were on my island when this happened, and I am not going to be the only one that goes down for this—"

  Marumaru took a step toward Talbar, and him and his wife backed away and trembled in fear, exposing their fangs. "Which direction did the human escape in?" Marumaru asked.

  "South of my Island, towards the drylands, in the direction of the Free Range Sap factories."

  "If I find the human, then you will have nothing to worry about, but if I don't, you know Dorian will want your head on a platter."

  Marumaru walked away from the two as they held each other and quivered.

  "I won't be the only one Marumaru, I will take your officers down with me! I have nothing else to lose! NOTHING!"

  Chapter 12

  Aris snatched some grass out of the grazing field and tasted the roots. He ate the roots and searched for some more. As Aris searched, a Sapthian bumped him, and for some reason, this filled Aris with so much rage, and this was happening more and more often. Aris would get enraged over the smallest things, and he tried to control it, but it was difficult. He knew it was something they were putting in the slop to make him so aggressive, but he couldn’t stop eating it, because he did not want to go back on the feeding tubes.

  They started monitoring his eating habits once they took him off the feeding tube. Aris wanted to avoid that excruciating process at all costs, so he fought to make sure he ate what the Damurian workers wanted him to eat. They would occasionally hook him up to the tubes and drain him of blood. This was a painful process as well, but the blood tubes were unavoidable. He could avoid the feeding tubes if he ate the correct quantity.

  The Damurian farm-worker, Jarmu, stood on the fence and poured slop in the Saps feeding area. The other males let Aris get a good position except for one, and without thinking, Aris slapped, pushed, and bit the Sap. He grunted and screamed in submission to Aris.

  Aris told himself he had to be cruel to convince the Damurians he was a Sapthian. Secretly, Aris enjoyed this power he had over the weaker Sapthians. This domination over the weak was animalistic, and Aris couldn’t control it. This type of power was new to Aris, and even though he tried his best, he didn’t know how to control it at times.

  “Look at that Sap, he’s running the herd now.” Jarmu’s colleague said to him.

  “Yea, I put a little extra, strong juice in his feeding tube, to bulk him up fast.”

  “And bulked he is, especially compared to what he looked like when he first came here. But too much of that stuff will make him unstable. He’ll try to attack someone.”

  “Don’t worry, I have’m in check,” Jarmu said.

  “Did you look over the Saps this morning and inspect them for anything odd? Boss says government officials asked that we do it daily. He said we may get inspected too.”

  “Yea. I heard the message this morning. I checked them. They’re all Saps.”

  The two workers chuckled.

  “I hear the Activist kidnapped a creature from another planet and tried to pass it off as a Sap, to hide them on our planet, but our great leader Dorian snuffed out their plans.” The colleague said.

  “I hate those Activists, with all their science babble.”

  “I hate them too. They want to change everything that makes our planet great, our religion, our work, even what we eat. I can’t wait until our great leader Dorian exterminates all of them.”

  “He nearly has… You can start cleaning the Palox around the building. The boss wants to turn some Palox into the government tomorrow.” Jarmu said.

  “What are you about to do?”

  “I’ll be out there to help you after I milk this Sap.”

  Jarmu headed towards Aris. Aris, not knowing what the term being milked meant, panicked, and attempted to run away from the farmer. Jarmu quickly caught him and held Aris up effortlessly by the back of the neck.

  “Where are you running off to?” Jarmu said as he carried Aris into the building where Aris was force-fed.

  Aris thought they were going to force-feed him with milk, so once Jarmu brought him to a cage, Aris fought and struggled not to be hooked up to the machine. And in his struggle, he hit his arm against a pipe, and he began to bleed.

  “You’re getting a little too fiery. I’m just trying to milk ya.” Jarmu said and forced Aris into the machine.

  The machine was the same as the first one he was hooked up to, except he was facing the Damurian this time. A tube was shoved down his throat while the rest of his body was constrained in the cage. Aris braced for pain as the liquid began to run through the tube. But only a little bit of the fluid went into his stomach before the machine stopped. There was a silence in the building as Aris waited for the mechanism to start up again, but suddenly Aris began to feel aroused. He uncontrollably had become erect, and Jarmu attached a device to his peni
s, and once firmly attached, the machine started to stroke it.

  “It feels good, don’t it? This is your reward for getting big soo fast. That means you have good jeans.” Jarmu said. He saw the cut on the arm of Aris and wiped it off with his finger and licked it off.

  Aris watched as the eyes of Jarmu turned red and black once he consumed his blood. The Damurian said nothing. They locked eyes, and he began to look at Aris as if he received some new information about him by tasting his blood. Aris watched as the red left the Damurian’s eyes, and he just stared at Aris. He wondered what was going through the mind of Jarmu, but couldn’t concentrate as the device begun to speed up.

  Aris exhaled a loud grunt as he ejaculated into the device.

  Jarmu took the device off, and cautiously let Aris out of the machine, but not before he smudged dirt onto the wound of Aris, and let him run off to join the other Saps.

  Aris looked back at the Damurian as Jarmu watched Aris run out of the building.

  Chapter 13

  'Where is he?' Quora said to her self after trying to message Bolt. Her room was quiet. The silence almost made her mad.

  She culled through her notes and pictures to pass the time. Bolt's spaceship had some of the most powerful satellites in the galaxy. So she knew Bolt would receive her message and call her soon, and this, somewhat, calmed her.

  But she could not stop thinking of the Sapthians, and how they looked like her own species. In her line of work, as a Universal Journalist, Quora had visited numerous planets, and she had seen many different creatures. She had seen creatures that resembled similar creatures of Earth, like the Apix species on Roodin 2X, slightly resembled lizards of Earth. And on other planets, some beings had identical characteristics as octopi, worms, apes, etc. The list could go on, but none was as similar to what she saw between the Sapthians and humans.

  With such a close resemblance to the Sapthians, what did the Damurians think of the human species, she thought. She began to think in detail about her interactions with the Damurians. The actions and gestures that were once insignificant suddenly seemed to be nefarious. The way they smiled and occasionally licked their fangs was now viewed as sinister to Quora.