by Maia Starr
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KALAZARON
(Blue Planet Warriors Prequel)
By Maia Starr
CHAPTER ONE
In the far reaches of space near the M823 galaxy there lived an alien race of male dominant warriors called the Kalazaron. They were a fierce alien race that looked similar to humans, with a few differences. They were tall and lean at seven feet tall, sometimes taller. Their skin was accented with an iridescent blue in various areas of their taut skin and it was cold. This feature of cold skin was due to them adapting to their cold blue planet of Kaethon. They had long muscular limbs perfect for fighting and their persona was a very dominating one. They liked to get what they wanted, no matter what the cost or risk. And although there were female Kalazarons, they had very little influence or rights in the patriarchal society, as the men ruled with a hard fist.
It is near this cold blue planet of Kaethon that a starship from Earth found itself making an emergency landing. The humans had never heard of the Kalazaron before, and they were surprised to find them living on the planet of Kaethon as the M823 galaxy had always been thought of as a desolate one. So when the starship, that was carrying twenty mail-order brides to a planet of human miners, crash-landed on the surface they had no idea what they were in for. The human females could not foresee the sway the domineering Kalazaron warriors would have over their bodies and their hearts. The Kalazaron warriors could not foresee just how fascinated they would become with the human females that would set off years of revering them at a high value.
On this starship from Earth was the mail-order bride Meera, who thought she had left Earth for a better life and to finally marry. All that she wanted was to escape her New York where nothing ever happened and nothing ever happened to her. At five feet tall with brown hair, brown eyes, and a curvy figure she thought she was too plain to ever find a husband on Earth. Therefore when she read the advertisement for mail-order brides seeking to travel in space and live on the mining planet of Suvell, she jumped at the opportunity. Marrying a man she had never met was a small price to pay for a vastly different life with a chance of adventure. She knew growing up that she did not belong in New York and as she read the advertisement she thought, “Perhaps I do not belong on Earth either.”
So Meera joined nineteen other women on a ship manned by five crewmen to take them to Suvell. This particular crew had made the journey on a routine basis and it seemed very safe to her. But when the engine blew out, no amount of safety precautions could save them in space. They veered off course and straight into the M823 galaxy and onto the nearest planet.
“It’s no good, we have to land now!” Captain Steck shouted as he maneuvered the ship.
“The only planet nearby is Kaethon! But look, it is showing signs of life,” the crewmate shouted.
“What? Kaethon is supposed to be an inhabited planet,” the captain said as he looked at the life scanning monitors.
“I guess our research was wrong,” the crewmate said as he prepared the emergency landing procedures.
“Great god. Let us hope that we land in an area without native or at least that they are hospitable,” the captain said.
Everyone looked at each other as they knew that usually in these situations that hostilities always arose, especially if the natives were an armed force.
In the living bay Meera and the other women screamed with fright at the eratic flight pattern of the ship.
“What do you think is happening?” Meera asked Tiffany, another mail order bride passenger with red hair and green eyes.
“I don’t know! But I think we might be crashing,” she yelled.
Meera’s eyes grew wide at Tiffany’s response. This was not in Meera’s plan. She only wanted to be a wife and to be taken to Suvell for a new start. She imagined a strong miner with a great body, a byproduct of his work, for a husband. This dream had been in her head for months while they traveled in space, and now it was all coming crashing down, literally.
As the starship entered the thick blue atmosphere of Kaethon, Captain Steck was in shock at what he saw before him. “I can’t believe it!”
“It’s an entire city! Look at that?” the crewmate shouted as they looked out the window before them at a gleaming city of blue glass and a well-built city structure.
“This is an advanced species. We must be ready for anything. What is that over there?” Captain Steck pointed toward an area devoid of buildings.
“It looks like crops.”
“Yes, I think you are right. Let’s aim for that. Our landing will not be a gentle one and the gravity measurements here are just about what they are on Earth. Oxygen levels are reading normal as well. Hold on!” the Captain yelled.
Seconds later the starship gouged a large scar through the crop fields as it crashed to a stop. They had made it. They were alive and in one piece, but now they were on a foreign planet they nothing about.
Meera unlatched her seat belt and stood up. “I think we’ve landed somewhere. Perhaps we made it to Suvell after all?”
“No, that is impossible. We had another three months of travel before we were anywhere close to Suvell,” Tiffany said.
The door opened and Captain Steck moved through the door. “Is everyone all right?”
“What happened? Where are we?” Meera asked in panic.
“Everyone remain calm. The ship suffered damages in space and we had to make an emergency landing. We have landed on the planet Kaethon. There is civilization here. We know nothing about this planet or its inhabitants. There is oxygen and gravity and we saw a very well built city on our descent. Let us hope that…”
Boom! Boom! Loud gunfire sounded from outside. “Exit or ship! Now!” the booming voice said over loudspeaker from outside. The girls screamed in panic. The Captain and the four crewmen looked at each other. “Well they speak our language. That is a plus,” the Captain said.
“I advise that we go out there slowly with our hands in the air. Let us show them that we are not hostile. That we only seek their help with our ship and then we will be on our way,” the Captain said to the crewmen who nodded in agreement.
So slowly they opened the door of the ship and walked out into a crop field of plants they had never seen. The air was cold, but not unbearable. In the distance were blue mountains on one side and the city on the other. But what was the most astonishing sight of all was the line of tall warriors standing before them with blasters and spears in their hands. They were tall males that looked human only different. Standing at seven feet tall and some of them taller than that, they were fierce looking. Their bare chest gleamed with iridescent blue tints along their oblique muscles, which were chiseled and toned. Broad shoulders were stout and thick supporting a very straight lined posture. The strong stomach muscles were hard and led down to their waist which was covered in a leather like kilt of sorts, almost like a Roman gladiator of ancient Rome. Thick black boots went up their calves and their muscular forearms were covered with leather like sheaths. In this uniform they looked ferocious because this alien race of warrior known as the Kalazaron had trained since they were young. It had been this way as far back as any Kalazaron could remember. They had always been a fighting race that used brute force to make decisions and to run their systems. They did not keep this type of behavior exclusive to their planet of Kaethon either. They commande
d an impressive fleet of starships that roamed the nearby solar systems where they would pillage and plunder like pirates in space. They plundered for wealth often stealing treasure and taking captive animals and beings as slaves to toil in their fields, in their houses, and sometimes even in their beds. But the Kalazaron were not all brawn and muscle, they were very intelligent and advanced, more so than Earthlings. Their technology was superior and unlike anything that humans had ever seen. Their starships were fast and had an invisible cloak shield that let them sneak up on unsuspecting ships. Their weapons were innovative and their fighting skills were only made more effective because of their large size, long arms meant a long reach. The city structure was progressive and the buildings made the most of the beautiful nature of the blue planet by using lots of glass to let the vast views inside, but still kept the inside private through use of a special blue glaze. This strong, intelligent, advanced warrior alien race now held weapons aimed at the Earthlings that had crashed landed onto their planet, and they were very suspicious and angry.
“Tell us who you are and what you are doing here now,” a strong warrior said as he stepped forward. He had dark black hair and stunning blue eyes and was an inch taller than the rest. His name was Baku Janga and he was the commander of this warrior unit.
“We had a problem with our starship and had to make an emergency landing. We would like your help to fix the ship and be back on our trip,” Captain Steck said as he did not move a muscle other than to talk.
“Why should I believe you? What are you? Where do you come from?” Baku asked.
“We are humans from the planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy. We are on our way to the planet Suvell.”
“Earth? I have not heard of this Earth or of this galaxy. You lie and why are there many females among you and few males? This is wrong. Guards take them! Take them all into the cages!” Baku shouted.
Everyone screamed and the captain tried to reason with the commander, but it was Meera who shouted and stepped forward.
“You cannot do this you brute! You cannot just take people hostage like this! We have done nothing to you!” she shouted.
Baku stopped and looked and looked at her. He arched his eyebrows and stepped very close to her. He put only an inch between his chest and her face as he towered over her. As he looked down upon her he smiled and took a strand of her brown hair into his fingers. He leaned down and sniffed it. “What are you?”
“I am human,” she said jutting her chin in the air. “I am on a trip to get to a miner to be my husband and you are interrupting that. Now I demand that you help us fix our ship and let us be on our way,” she said defiantly.
“Human. I don’t know what a human is, but you I find interesting. Take her to my chambers,” he said to one of his guards as he moved to continue shouting orders.
“What?! No!” Meera shouted but it was no use. As she looked around she could see that all the women and the crewmen were being restrained with hands tied behind their backs. She was not. Instead a guard held her by the arm and forced her forward through the cropland and toward the massive city that loomed before them.
CHAPTER TWO
Meera found herself sitting on a crude bed made of steel bars with a hard mattress inside a sparse grey room. She was alone wondering why she had been separated from everyone else. She hoped that this was a temporary arrangement and that after she explained, or the captain explained, that they meant no harm to this planet. That they would let them go. But something about the way those alien males seemed to be very skilled warriors, as though it was their entire lives, made her feel like that would not be happening.
Whoosh! The door opened and the warrior in command at the crash site walked in. Meera sucked in a sharp breath of air as his towering physique moved into the room. She was a little scared but also fascinated by this impressive male before her. His blue black hair was buzz shaved on his left side above his ear, and the right side was a little long and choppy. His green eyes searched over her body as she shifted in her seat. His bare chest forced her eyes to look at it and she did notice the strong six-pack abs and stout arms. His square jaw and full lips made him a very handsome specimen indeed.
“Where am I?” Meera asked.
“What are you?” Baku asked. “I can see that you are a female, but what?”
“I asked you first,” she said narrowing her eyes at him. He grinned at her and moved closer to her as she flinched and moved back.
“I will not hurt you,” he said as he put up his hand in a calming nature but then he added, “…unless you force me too.”
Meera gulped down and then said, “I am a human, just as our captain said. I am destined to be a bride of a miner on Suvell. That is the truth of it. We wish you no harm and indeed did not even know of your existence until now.”
“Nor did we know of you, human. But that is no reason to believe you are not a threat. We are a very careful race of warriors and we think all creatures are meant for battle and now we will add humans of Earth to that list.”
“That is ridiculous and wrong!” Meera shouted.
“Do not shout at me human,” Baku said with a stern tone to his voice that shut Meera right up in fear.
“You are at the warrior stations and training grounds of the city of Konthos on the planet Kaethon. This is where you will remain until I decide what to do with you.”
“What?! No! You can’t do that! At least let me join the women I was with, my crew. Please do not separate me.”
“This is not open for negotiation. I have to attend to the examination of your starship amongst my other duties training warriors, there are many. I am too busy at the moment, but do know that when I get back, I will give you my FULL attention,” he said with a grin that made Meera think of sex instantly. She was both frightened and aroused by this prospect because he was a very attractive creature, but also a stranger of a strange alien race. As he made his way to the door she said, “Wait! What do I call you? Do you have names here?”
“I am Commander Baku Janga.”
“I am Meera…Meera Stavos.”
“Very well Meera Stavos. I will have nourishment brought to you. Eat and drink at your own caution as I do not know what our foods and liquids can or will do to a human,” he said as he opened the door and left. Meera plopped down on her back on the bed. So she was in a warrior station and training grounds. That would be why she was in such a stark room made for a soldier…or a prisoner. She sighed and waited until the foods were brought to her because what else could she do?
Tiffany moved in the restrained arm cuffs along with the other mail order brides and the crew into a large warehouse type of building made of solid steel. It was like one solid block of shiny steel with only one large opening. As the door rose slowly up like a gate on a castle, Tiffany looked up at the towering building. Whatever it was, there would be no escape. As they were led in by the armed warriors they entered a large cavernous space. The Kalazaron knew this cavernous warehouse as the cages. It was where they kept all their captives. This included creatures from space that they crossed during their pillaging and plundering campaigns. It included their own Kalazaron race of male and females that had broken the rules, and lately there had been quite a few due to a difference of perspective in politics.
A loud noise filled the space and Tiffany and the brides looked over to see a large forklift like contraption with a glass cage lowering to the ground. Inside the cage was a fourteen-foot water snake slithering about. Tiffany’s mouth fell open at the sight. She had never seen anything like it. As the cage was carefully placed on the ground it was evident just how many cages were in the warehouse, about a hundred. Walking through they were led down aisle upon aisles of cages. Some were filled with animal like creatures and others held Kalazaron, or other intelligent beings. This is what the Kalazaron did to maintain a strong military hold on the creatures they came across. They put them in cages and then they studied them. They studied everything about them, including their
weaknesses. This was the destination for the mail order brides and crew yet they did not know it yet.
“You! Females! In this cage! Now!” the brute warrior shouted. The women moved into a large cage and the warrior locked it.
“Who is the captain of the starship?” Baku said as he walked down the aisle to join them.
“I am,” Captain Steck said.
“Come with me,” he said to the Captain and then looked at the warrior and said, “You know what to do with the rest. Get started as soon as now.”
“Yes Commander Janga,” the warrior nodded. He pushed the rest of the crewmen into another cage. The Commander walked before Captain Steck who was led by a guard.
“I am taking you to your ship.”
“Does that mean you will help us fix it so we can be on our way?”
“No. It means you will show me how it works. I want to know everything. Is that understood?”
“And if I refuse?”
“If you refuse you will die,” the Commander said. The Captain nodded in agreement. Moments later he was showing Commander Janga the starship and all its mechanics and workings as the Commander’s warriors recorded the Captain with a projection recorder to save in their files.
While Meera sat in her sparse room that she considered a cell she thought about how she had got there in the first place. She thought about sitting in New York with no prospects and how she had got here. It all began when she was sitting on the stoop of her building, bored as usual. Then as though he could read her thoughts Baku walked in with certain demands.