by Maia Starr
When I awoke, I didn’t know if I had allowed enough time to make it impossible for the ship to turn around, but I was very thirsty and hungry. I quietly opened the door and looked around. No one was in the area. I made my way to the wall and looked out a small, round window; the blackness of space surrounded us. It was beautiful. After nearly bringing myself to tears, I finally pulled myself from the view and began to tiptoe around the ship.
I had never been on a ship before, so the layout was foreign to me. I walked down a long corridor not seeing anyone, and by luck, I peeked into the glass area of a door and saw the kitchen. I quietly entered and looked around. I wondered if it was sleeping hours on the ship because there was no sign that the kitchen had been used recently. I carefully drank water and ate a dehydrated meal of rice and vegetables. Then I thought, maybe I could stay hidden a while longer. I could take food and water with me right now. But first, I had to find the toilet. I walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, but all the doors were shut, and there were no glass windows like the kitchen had. This would be hard to find.
“Hey! What are you doing here?” a voice yelled.
I was startled as I turned around and saw a man with black hair in a grey jumpsuit coming toward me.
“I’m looking for the toilet,” I said.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be on this ship,” he said.
“Where are we? How far from Merton Loy?” I asked.
He looked at me confused and then said, “How did you get on this ship? Who are you?” he asked again.
I steeled myself. “Look, I will answer all your questions, but I really feel like my bladder is about to bust. So if you will show me to the toilet, I will answer your questions. It’s not like I can run away,” I said trying to reason with the man.
“In here,” he said as he pushed open the door next to me. Damn it, I was so close.
“Thank you,” I said as I went in.
“I will wait out here,” he said.
As I was inside the bathroom, I heard the man call through the intercom. “Wake up the captain. It seems that we have a stowaway from Merton Loy on the ship.”
I was disappointed as I finished and stepped out of the bathroom. I did not want the captain alerted so early on. I was hoping to spend more time dodging the important questions.
“Come this way,” the man said as he waited for me outside the bathroom.
“What is your name?” I asked him.
“Trevor; what is yours?” he asked in return.
“Silver,” I said. He stopped and gave me a strange look. Then he kept walking. Soon he led me into a room with long benches and a table; it looked like the lounge in the Merton Loy cafeteria rooms. I sat and waited nervously, wondering if they would turn around. I hoped that they would not. Soon Trevor and another man walked back in. The other man looked furious. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and he was older—maybe fifty years old.
“What the hell are you doing on my ship?” he asked in a very stern tone.
“I…I….” It was all I could say in my frightened state. Then I thought of a lie—a very good one.
“Good spit it out girl! How did you get here?” the captain asked.
“I was just curious about the ship. When it was at the dock, I just wanted to take a look. I climbed on board to see it. It’s such a beautiful ship. Then I guess I fell asleep. I just woke up and walked down the hall when Trevor found me.”
Both of the men were silent as they thought over my words. They were sort of true as these men did not need to know that I purposefully stowed away, and perhaps this would help to clear my name when we arrived on Earth. It was just an honest mistake. I waited to see if they would buy it.
“Damn it! Twenty years of flying and I have not had one thing go wrong on one of my missions, and now that I’m retiring this happens. Crap!” the captain yelled as he moved back in the room. Trevor folded his arms across his chest and seemed to be holding back a laugh.
“Well, we’re too far to turn back to Merton Loy; we don’t have the fuel for that. I guess you will have to go back with us to Earth. Then the authorities can deal with you,” the captain said.
I stopped myself from jumping up and down and simply said, “Thank you, and my apologies.”
“Put her in one of the bunks and get her some food and drink,” the captain said to Trevor.
“Yes, sir,” Trevor responded.
Minutes later, I was in a private bunk with a small bed and a table. Trevor brought in a tray of food and water and said, “Get some sleep. It’s going to be a long journey. Right now is our nighttime, even though there is no night. We all wake in four hours, our morning.”
“Yes, thank you, Trevor,” I said smiling.
“You’re welcome Silver,” he said as he left. As soon as he was gone, I did jump up down. “I’m going to Earth. I’m going to Earth,” I repeated excitedly.
For the next two days, the ship headed toward Earth and I was already planning the locations that I wanted to see and experience. The four-man crew was polite, but not much for conversation. That was fine with me as the less I had to talk, the less likely it was that I would expose that this was all part of a plan. But then it all went wrong.
Sirens blared as red lights flashed. I jumped up from bed and ran toward the flight deck.
“What is it? What happened?” I yelled.
“We’re being pulled in!” Trevor yelled.
“The beam is too strong!” the captain yelled.
“Beam! What?” I shouted as I watched them pushing buttons and flipping switches.
“We are in a pull beam! They are pulling us onto their moon base!” the captain shouted.
“Who are? What?” I shouted.
“It’s the Kalazaron! We’re all screwed,” Trevor said.
“We are nowhere near their planet. How did we get here?” the captain said.
“Damn, it’s the auto pilot. It’s on the fritz again,” Trevor said as he moved over to a wall of switches.
I had no idea what they were talking about. I did not know what Kalazaron meant. I did understand that the ship was moving against our will and that was bad. I, and the entire crew of men, watched out the window as the ship was pulled toward a small, silver moon next to a large, blue planet. My eyes were wide with fear. There was a large base on the moon and it looked ominous.
Moments later, I was able to truly understand what it meant when a ship was being pulled by force.
“Humans! Put your hands in the air high over your head and exit without trouble,” a large, tall, alien said to us as a group boarded the now parked ship.
We did as they asked as they pointed guns at us. Of course our crew had arms as well, but there was no reason to put up a fight. The blue aliens outnumbered us and we could not get off the moon with our ship pulled in anyway. I realized in that moment that I would never see Earth. I was now a captive.
As we walked with blue alien guards around us, I got a good look at them. The beings were very tall—between seven and eight feet. They looked like human men, only more elongated and very muscular. Their skin was tinted blue in various places and it was very beautiful to look at.
They wore warrior like clothing, like I had seen in books before. Mostly I had seen it in history books in school, like the Roman gladiators we studied of ancient Earth. There was leather-like material that covered their lower half, like a short skirt. They wore sturdy boots and their bare chests were crossed with leather-like straps that held their weapons. On their arms were leather-like cuffs that went from wrist to elbow.
Besides these unique details, they looked like men—very attractive and athletic men. I had never seen anything like it. Yes, the miners on Merton Loy were muscular due to their occupation, but a lot of them were sickly from breathing in mining dust. They were nothing compared to these alien beings.
We were led off the ship and into a large room. “Sergeant Hafah, these are the humans that were on the ship,�
� one of the beings said to another alien warrior that walked in. This new warrior, called Sergeant Hafah, caught my attention immediately.
He looked a bit different than the others, with long, dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a look that reminded me of the Viking warriors that I read about in Earth history class at the school on Merton Loy. That look fascinated me, as it reminded me of Earth. His blue-tinted skin reminded me of the war paint that the Vikings would decorate their bodies with. This Sergeant Hafah had a very stern, almost angry look on his face. His full lips were tightly pressed together and his masculine chest heaved up and down as he stood in front of us.
“What were you humans doing in our airspace? It is forbidden,” he said with a booming voice as he stood his ground firmly.
“I am the captain of the ship,” the captain said.
“Then speak, Captain. Why were you in our airspace? Is this an attack? Speak truthfully,” Sergeant Hafah asked.
“No. We were on autopilot and the ship must have gone off course without us realizing it. It is a very small crew, as you can see. We were on our way back to Earth and this is a mistake,” the captain said.
“I don’t believe you. What is in the cargo?” the sergeant said, turning to one of his guards.
“It is a large quantity of silver. We are checking the ship logs and manifest now to see where the ship was headed and why,” the guard said.
“Good. For now, put the males in the cages. I will question them later and then they will be transferred to the slave work systems. Put the female in a room quarter.”
“Yes, Sergeant,” the guard said.
The sergeant looked at me, and the expression that came across his face could only be described as repulsive. He was disgusted with me as he ran his eyes over my body and up to my face. I felt a sting of hatred and hurt fill my heart. Was he not used to seeing female humans, or was it me particularly that he did not like? He sort of grunted before walking off. I had never felt that way before, and it would not be the last.
The guards pushed us forward, away from our ship and further into the base. I looked around at the glass-domed moon base. I could only assume that this moon had no atmosphere or gravity, much like Earth’s moon. I did not see any beings outside the base. The space was beautiful and very technologically advanced. It was much prettier than anything I saw on Merton Loy.
Then I heard the guards behind us say something that sent chills down my spine.
“Commander Yun used to make us kill the males and only keep the females as slaves. Sergeant Hafah does things differently here on the Tyla Wen moon base.”
“Yes, you are new here but you will see. He has put the males to better use.”
That is when we were separated. The male crew was taken down one hall and I was taken into another. I was scared to be separated like this, but what could I do?
“In here, human female,” the guard said as he pushed me roughly.
“I’ve never seen one so dirty before,” the guard told the other as they laughed at me.
I felt angry and embarrassed. I really didn’t think I was all that dirty. Dirt was a part of life on Merton Loy because it was a mining outpost. There was no way around it, but they made me feel like I was some sort of outsider, even in comparison to the humans they had already seen. It was embarrassing. I sighed and looked around my prison. Was this really better than being on Merton Loy? I had only escaped because I thought I was going to Earth. Now I was stuck on this moon base where I couldn’t even go outside.
I sat and cried. Had I made a mistake? This moon was just as barren as Merton Loy. Though there was something here that I did not have back on the mining planet, and that was an unpredictable future. On Merton Loy, I was going to have to marry a miner and have children—and that would be my life. Here I had no idea what was going to happen. I knew that I would have no freedom as a female slave, but at least I would see different things and that gave me a sense of hope.
Hours later, the door opened and a tray of foods and drinks I had never seen before in my life were brought into me. The guard didn’t even look at me. He brought it in and left. I picked up the strange fruits and smelled and tasted them. I guessed that since they had humans here, they knew what to feed them, so I ate and drank greedily. Then I fell asleep. I hoped that when I woke up, things would somehow be better, but they weren’t. They got worse.
“Wake up, slave,” a voice echoed in my head. I sat up quickly to see Sergeant Hafah standing over my bed. I was terrified at how he towered over me with a menacing look.
“I am Sergeant Korin Hafah, and you will tell me what you are called and why you were on that ship. Tell me everything about the ship and where it was going,” he said as he stood there.
I realized that I could not tell him the truth because it would not match up with what I told the crew. It would make the crew look like liars, and I did not want them harmed. So I said, “I am from Merton Loy. My name is Silver Brooks. When the ship was loading up the silver to take back to Earth, I snuck on the ship to take a look at it. I was curious. I sat down and fell asleep. When I woke up, the ship was far from Merton Loy. So the crew decided to take me with them to Earth as they did not have a choice. Then the ship was pulled into this base against our will. That is all,” I said.
He looked me up and down again, and once again showed that look of disgust. “Why are you so filthy? We have caught the ships full of human females before and they do not look as you do.”
I swallowed hard. So he did think that I was dirty and it repulsed him. Who was he to be so repulsed by a little dirt? He sure was a snobby jerk.
“Those human females that you have captured are from Earth and on their way to the mining planet of Merton Loy. They have yet to live with the miners and be on the dusty planet. If you were to capture them on their way back to Earth, they would look as I do. Though that will never happen, because once you are on Merton Loy, you never leave. It is still a growing colony and they would like it to be bigger.”
“What is the business of the ship that you came here on?” he asked, looking at me with cold, blue eyes.
“It was a bride ship, taking brides from Earth to Merton Loy. It was on its return trip from Merton Loy to Earth with a shipment of silver, as that is what is mined most on Merton Loy.”
“That is what the male humans said as well,” he said as he walked toward the door.
“The male humans, are you going to kill them?” I asked timidly.
“No. I have better uses for them alive,” he said.
“And what about me?”
“Enough! I did not permit you to ask me questions, human female slave. I am done with you and you will speak no more!” he shouted at me.
I recoiled back toward the wall on my bed. I was terrified. This warrior was menacing and mean. He gave me one last, angry look before opening the door and walking out. As soon as he was gone, I cried—hard.
The next day, or what I assumed was twenty-four hours later since I could not see if it was daytime or nighttime in my prison cell, I was once again brought nourishment. I was glad that it was not Sergeant Korin Hafah, as I never wanted to see that jerk again.
Then after the second meal, something happened that I was not expecting. Two female Kalazaron walked into my prison cell. They looked like the male Kalazaron, with the seven-foot height and blue skin, but they were female, with ample breasts, small waists, and very long legs. One of them had black hair and black eyes, while the other had brown hair and brown eyes. They wore thin, muslin dresses that you could almost see through, but not quite.
“Come, human slave. You are to be prepared for your visitor,” the female said.
“Visitor? What visitor?” I asked.
“We do not know, only that we are to clean you up as you are to have one. Follow me,” the black haired beauty said.
I quietly followed them and felt very small next to them. Moments later, they disrobed me and sprayed me down with harsh showers and rubbed my body with
oils. They were rough with the scrubbing all over my face and body, and talked very little except to each other about the work they were doing.
After they dried me down, they cut the knots out of my hair and brushed out the rest. I was dressed in a white, muslin gown, just like theirs, and I felt very naked in it. It tied around my neck and was backless. Even though it was long, it hugged my body, making me feel like I was on display. I had never worn anything like it on Merton Loy, and although it was pretty it felt very uncomfortable.
The female Kalazaron pulled my hair back away from my face with ornamental clips and let the rest fall over my shoulders and down my back. They applied scented oils in fragrances that I had never smelled before. They slid soft sandals on my feet and then they were done.