The Euclidian: Alien Hitman

by Jay Cannon

  “Hopefully, someone will show up in person to indoctrinate us, which will give us an opportunity to interject ourselves into the conversation. If that doesn’t work, we’ll start a riot. Anything that will get people to enter this place. Trust me, we are not going to some work farm or petting zoo,” said Daloi, working to reassure everyone. “Until then, let’s learn what we can from the people here.”

  “I know how we can get them to talk. Dholi, let’s blow this joint,” said Tatan.

  “You read my mind,” said Dholi. “You take the girls.”

  “You two aren’t really going to do that, are you?” asked Daloi, her expression dubious.

  “Hell yes, I am,” replied Dholi. “I’m going to start on that wall and work my way across the room.”

  “Fine, but no compulsion. I don’t want you taking advantage of the prisoners.”

  “I won’t have to. Look around. There are plenty of people already ahead of us. I’m thinking about taking on five at once.”

  “I don’t even want to ask how you are going to do that,” said Daloi, a look of disgust crossing her face.

  “You won’t have to. Just sit back and watch me work my magic,” said Dholi, smirking and snapping her fingers.

  “I don’t think I’ll be doing that.”

  “I’m an Alpha, and I don’t want to have sex with a bunch of random strangers,” said Rosda.

  “I’m with Rosda,” said Daloi, giving the little prisoner a high five.

  “Aren’t you just a little curious about those Alphas?” asked Dholi, placing her hands on her hips. “I want to know how they smell under their clothes, how they taste and what noises they make at that special moment. Do they ever fart during sex?”

  “Okay, that’s going too far,” said Tatan, this time grimacing with distaste.

  “As if you never slipped one out,” Dholi shot back, giggling.

  “Not on purpose. Either way, it’s too crude to talk about. I could start my investigation on Rosda. At least she’s not sedated.” Tatan looked at her, a lustful gleam in his dark eyes.

  “No thanks, I’d rather keep my clothes on, if you don’t mind,” said Rosda, hurriedly walking away.

  “Try not to make nuisances of yourselves, you two,” said Daloi, giving her siblings a stern look. “Remember, we are being monitored.”

  “The stupid orientation video had instructions on how to behave,” countered Dholi. “The instructions said nothing about refraining from sex. Plus, they may have some important information to share.”

  “Still, don’t risk exposure. Our chameleon abilities have limitations. Continue to speak Alphan as well, as long as we’re in here.”

  “Okay, I’ll try to be discreet while I screw my way across this giant prison cell.” Dholi gave Daloi a huge grin before sauntering off to find her first target.

  Dholi and Tatan gravitated toward one corner of the holding area and proceeded to engage its occupants in various sex acts. The more sex they had, the bolder they got with their activities. These endeavors, however, did not go unnoticed by the Euclidian.

  ***

  “What do you two think you are doing?” asked the Euclidian guard, who approached Dholi and Tatan after entering the room through a door hidden in the wall.

  “It’s called the multi-orifice, double-grip maneuver,” Dholi replied matter-of-factly. “If you don’t mind waiting a few moments, I’m sure I could fit you in.”

  “I’m not interested in joining your private orgy. Stop having sex and stick to your personal area,” ordered the frowning guard, placing a hand on his weapon holster.

  He wore a crewmember’s uniform with several stripes, which gave Daloi the impression that he had some power.

  “Don’t be so angry,” she said, approaching the tall guard from behind and gripping his neck. After a moment of resistance, he calmed down.

  “Don’t fight me. Just relax. What’s your name?” Daloi crooned.

  “I am Goron, the supervisor for this holding area. Sex is allowed between prisoners, but not to this degree,” he complained, looking at Dholi with disgust. “Keep your sexual activities to two people, or I’ll have you sedated and restrained in your cot.”

  Goron was a senior security officer assigned to monitor the confinement of the Alpha prisoners on the ship. He often led security teams during extraterrestrial missions.

  “You speak Alphan quite well. Why is that? You are Euclidian, right?” asked Daloi.

  “Yes, I’m Euclidian. As officer in charge of containment security, it’s important to learn the language of the people we hold here. I wouldn’t be effective, otherwise,” he replied, twisting his head as if attempting to wake from a dream.

  “Why don’t you take us out of here to someplace private where we can have more freedom of movement?”

  “That is not permitted. You must–”

  “Do it for me,” requested Daloi, rubbing Goron’s chest and tightening her grip on his neck.

  “Of course,” said the guard. “Follow me. I’ll take you to a place where you will be safe.”

  The three Cheoili walked out with Goron, to the surprise of everyone around them. Rosda stepped in line behind them before being stopped by Daloi.

  “Back inside with you,” the Cheoili growled, grabbing Rosda around the throat and shoving her back into the room.

  Goron led the three Cheoili into a narrow passageway that connected to many other holding areas. The dimly lit hall was so long the Cheoili could not see either end of it. Goron stopped at one point, touched a spot on the wall next to a mauve light, and another hidden door opened.

  “What is this place you are taking us to?” asked Tatan nervously.

  “It’s a mechanical transport,” said Goron. “We need to go to the lower decks where they keep the minerals. Those storage rooms are left unlocked and are not monitored.”

  “Tatan, let him do his job,” scolded Daloi. “The longer we are out here, the longer we are susceptible to being discovered.”

  “You should listen to her,” said Goron. “There are roving anomaly monitors on every level. They wander the ship looking for anything that might be out of place. It could be structural, electrical, radiation, or security related. If one spots you, I may not be able to keep it from reporting you.”

  They stepped inside the small transport room, but before the door could close, Rosda jumped in. The door then closed, whisking them downward several hundred meters.

  “How is it you’re here?” asked Daloi.

  “The antidote I created seems to have a nice side effect. It protects me from your compulsion enzymes,” said Rosda, smiling.

  “I guess you can stay for now. We might find another use for you,” said Daloi, before returning her focus to Goron.

  When the transport stopped, the guard led the group along another dimly lit corridor and cautiously stepped into a large room with piles of minerals. Goron directed them to a small office in the far corner.

  “You won’t be bothered here,” Goron assured them, “You can come and go as you please, but I suggest you stay within this area. There is some food in that cabinet, and I can bring you more later.”

  “It’s good of you to find us a safe place to stay,” said Daloi, placing her hand on his face. “Do you know when we will arrive at the next destination?”

  “We will be docking with a few cargo vessels over the next few weeks and then head out on an observation mission. We should be back on Euclidia in around five weeks,” he replied.

  “That sounds promising,” said Daloi. “Before you go, tell us about that striped security guard who was overseeing the prisoner transfer.”

  “That was Adar, an Ossie. He has tremendous speed and strength and is able to make himself invisible,” explained Goron. “A pretty neat trick if you ask me.”

  “I’ll remember that. You can go now,” said Daloi. “Don’t tell anyone that we are here, and I expect to see you soon with more food.”

  “I will return shortly, as yo
u request. Good-bye,” said Goron, leaving the area through yet another invisible door.

  The Cheoili watched as Goron left, amazed that their escape from the holding area had gone so well. They made an inventory of their immediate surroundings, anxious to identify anything that might give them away.

  “Daloi, why did you let him go?” asked Tatan. “He could warn someone of our presence.”

  “His being here might look suspicious. The last thing we need is a bunch of nosy guards coming in here and finding us, and worse yet, discovering that we’re not really Alphas. Why don’t you three make a loop of this area and see what you can find on the other side of that pile of rubble?”

  “That could take us hours!” exclaimed Tatan, not eager to take yet another long walk around a big room.

  “What else do you have to do?” asked Daloi, shooing him away with her hand.

  “Come on, Tatan,” said Dholi, pulling his arm. “Let’s go see what we can find. You go around that way Alpha,” Dholi requested, pointing to the other end of the pile.

  “My name is Rosda.” The short, chunky Alpha directed a disgusted glare at Dholi before moving away. Seeing her influence in the small group waning, she decided to take the time alone to think of another way she could ingratiate herself with them before they decided to kill her as they did her former colleagues.

  As Dholi and Tatan walked off, Daloi gazed out the window from the small office of the enormous storage area. The pile of iron ore nearly touched the high ceiling and stretched for several kilometers. It reminded her of the hills near her home on Cheoili, before her parents migrated to the planet Alpha. She wondered if she would ever see her home again.

  Circumstance had thrust her into the criminal lifestyle she now embraced. Finding a decent paying job on Alpha was difficult for the foreign-born Cheoili. After learning a trade, Daloi left her family on Alpha, who were struggling financially, for a lucrative position on the planet Euclidia as a trade liaison for a local manufacturing company. She sent money home and spoke with her family on a daily basis.

  While she was away, burglars killed her parents while her siblings were at work. Angered by the loss, Daloi returned home. She took a job with a local gang, hoping to find her parents’ murderers. She eventually succeeded, bringing the murderers to justice, her kind of justice. After disposing of their corpses, she and her siblings moved to Moorland to start anew.

  While living on Euclidia, Daloi learned to speak the Euclidian language fluently and to understand the Euclidian culture, which reflected their cruel nature. As an outsider, she found herself a target of locals who made fun of her. They played tricks on her, and men took advantage of her naiveté. That is, until she learned the power of her touch.

  The enzyme secreted by a Cheoili calmed other beings when it came into contact with their skin. It also made them susceptible to suggestion.

  When Daloi discovered this ability, her parents discouraged her from developing it out of fear of attracting unwanted attention from the authorities. The enzymes didn’t work on other Cheoili, and Daloi didn’t know what would happen if she tried it on an alien species.

  Then a Euclidian lover told Daloi in an abrupt manner that he no longer cared to spend time with her. It hurt Daloi deeply to be tossed aside like a piece of rubbish. It’s like every man on Euclidia wants to have his turn with me before dumping me for the next shiny new object, she thought.

  Deciding she had had enough, Daloi stopped her suitor before he could finish explaining all the ways that he had become disinterested in her company. She placed her hands gently around his neck, focused on releasing the enzymes in her fingers and spoke softly to him while gazing into his eyes.

  “You look so sad about our breakup,” sighed Daloi.

  “I am,” he replied.

  “Then you should show me how sad you are by stripping naked and running through the streets to let everyone know how sad you are.”

  “I should?” said her erstwhile swain, bewildered by the statement.

  “Yes, you should. Do it right now!” Daloi shouted.

  With that, her lover disrobed and ran down the street, professing his sadness to anyone who would listen until the police arrested him for public indecency. Daloi cackled at the delightful surprise that her suggestion had worked so well.

  From now on things are going to go differently for me. No longer will I be the ingénue here for everyone’s entertainment. I will be the dominatrix, and people will respect me, she vowed.

  As time passed, Daloi spent more time discreetly testing her abilities on the Euclidian and individuals of other species. She learned how quickly the enzymes took effect, the limits of what she could demand, and how long the effect lasted. She also learned to fight so she could use her fists to protect herself when her enzymes could not.

  On Euclidia, she also learned how well her chameleon abilities worked. Early in the life of her planet, its humanoid species developed chameleon and compulsion abilities to protect themselves from Cheoili’s many carnivorous animals. In that way, evolution spared her race from extinction. Over time, the Cheoili no longer needed their unique protections, and since they worked poorly on each other, they rarely used them. Daloi planned to bring them back into use, at least by her siblings and herself.

  ***

  Tatan and Dholi walked into the office after touring the storage space to find their sister having fun with Goron.

  “What are you planning to do with him?” asked Tatan, watching Goron as he sat on a couch with his shirt off, massaging her feet.

  “You know how my feet hurt after I’ve been walking on them for a while,” said Daloi, with a mischievous grin. “He offered to rub them and I’m too polite to say no. Where’s the little one?” she asked, looking around.

  “Who knows? Hopefully she got buried in a landslide and died,” Dholi laughed.

  “Daloi, is there anything else I can do for you?” asked Goron.

  “Not for now,” Daloi replied. “Just tell me what you got us,” she requested, looking in the bag he brought with him.

  “I brought you some better food, water, and a container of Tammarian Grog.”

  “I have fond memories of that grog. Did you get me any toys?”

  “I got you each a photon pistol, a personal transporter and this hologram training program, which will teach you about the planet we are going to. The transporter won’t work on the ship, but it will work once you are on the planet.”

  “Good boy. Any update on when we arrive?” asked Daloi.

  “We are still several weeks away.” Goron shrugged.

  “That’s a long time, but I guess it gives us time to prepare for our new adventure. Forget what you saw here, but swing by every eight hours or so to check in on us. Now get back to work,” said Daloi, patting Goron on the butt.

  “Yes, mistress.” Goron walked out feeling good about the visit, but unsure why.

  “Sis, are you sure you can trust him?” asked Tatan.

  “Yes, because I know how long the compulsion lasts.”

  “So is it the compulsion or your relationship that makes him obedient?”

  “Probably a little of both.”

  “Tell us what you have been planning, sis,” prompted Dholi, looking excited.

  “We should eat some food first,” said Daloi. “Then taste this grog. It will absolutely blow your mind. When you are in the right mood, I’ll tell you what I have planned.”

  “Hello everyone. I’m back,” said Rosda, holding up a handful of soil she had dug out of the pile.

  “Good for you,” said Dholi. “Why are you bringing that mess in here?”

  “I believe that I can make crude hand grenades from this material. Once it is compressed into a metal cup and thrown against a hard surface it should cause a small explosion, which could come in handy, don’t you think?” Rosda smiled, hoping they would be impressed.

  “I like the idea,” said Daloi. “Once again, you’ve earned your keep. Make us a few and then jo
in the training session.”

  ***

  Weeks had passed since the Andrea’s visit to the prison planet. Seated in his favorite lounge aboard the ship, Adar looked forward to a drink prepared by his favorite bartender, Vikktor.

  About 15 tables, scattered here and there in the dimly lit lounge, were occupied by crewmembers looking to imbibe during their downtime. The digital walls allowed patrons to watch an event or play interactive games.

  A long, horseshoe-shaped counter dominated the front of the bar where Vikktor crafted his magical elixirs.

  “What’ll you have, Adar?” Vikktor asked, approaching him with a wide grin bisecting his round face.

  “Just get me a Tammarian grog,” replied Adar, looking pensive and nodding at Vikktor. “I need to think a bit.”

  “Coming right up.” The bartender retreated and soon returned with the effervescent, turquoise-colored drink and placed it on the polished stone bar in front of Adar.

  Adar took a swig, studying the few other customers sitting at tables near him. Something is not right here. Everything looks normal but it is not, he thought.

  Adar chugged the rest of his drink down and started a rhythmic tapping of his nails on the bar.

  “How about a fresh drink, Adar?” Vikktor asked, eyeing the empty glass in the front of the Ossie.

  “Not now Vikktor. I’m going to go down to the sports arena and see what I can get into. Maybe I’ll swing by later.”

  Before Adar could leave his seat at the bar, in walked Raina and Rhana, twins well-acquainted with the Ossie.

  “Hello, ladies. I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” said Adar, smiling as the sight of the two exotic women lifted his mood.

  “But you’re happy we’re here, right?” asked Raina, pursing her lips.

  “Of course I am.” Adar grinned. “Why don’t we head to my stateroom and play some bondage games.”

  Females of another alien race, Raina and Rhana differed dramatically from Euclidian women. They had tougher constitutions, higher libidos, and they welcomed interludes with foreigners.