Early on in the history of the Juirean Empire, the need for military power had been great, yet as the years passed, the quest for more proficient administrators to manage all the gains the Juireans had already acquired began to take center-stage. The philosophy and organization of the Expansion also diminished the need for a large military, as growth was achieved by petition rather than conquest.
There was still a need for adequate military force in the outer limits of the Expansion, but within its core, the Juirean military was nearly obsolete. Where ten to twenty military vessels may be required to maintain control of an area such as the Fringe,
The Klin noticed this gradual change, and within it, an opportunity.
The Klin had always seen themselves as the true inheritors of the galaxy; the first race to contact other worlds within the Alliance Cluster and the inventors of the gravity drive. But now they were few and far between, with the Juireans the dominant force in the galaxy.
With time, the Klin knew the Juirean military would eventually vanish altogether, to be replaced by a much smaller police force limited to only local dispute resolution. Yet after four thousand years of waiting, they were desperately looking for a way to hasten that time….
The plan began to jell once the Earth was discovered by the Klin. Here was a race of extreme beings — extreme strength, extreme savagery, extreme capabilities — who were every bit a match for the Juireans. All they lacked was the technology to go up against the Juireans — as well as a reason.
A resource-draining war was all the Klin needed to reduce the Juireans to a level of military strength where they — along with their compliant Kracori — could make a move to supplant the Juireans as leaders of the galaxy. The plan had been perfection in its simplicity: The Humans would seek revenge against a race that had savagely attacked them, and the Juireans were gullible enough to see new threats where there were none.
But then it had all gone so terribly wrong.
The Humans had proved to be more proficient at war than even the Klin realized, as well as much more conniving and deceptive. And now the Kracori had revolted, commandeering hundreds of Klin spacecraft, along with the means to manufacture more.
The only race that had followed the plan precisely as the Klin had conceived it had been the Juireans.
Chapter 6
The same Juirean Guard commander in the yellow cape led the trio of Humans out of the massive pyramid building and to over to one of the adjacent towers. They took an elevator up several stories before being shown a spacious set of suites at the end of a long hallway. The Guard told them that the rest of the Humans would be joining them momentarily. He also informed them that armed guards would be stationed at the other end of the corridor near the elevators and that none of them would be allowed to leave unless ordered by higher authorities.
When the door to the suites closed, Sherri and Riyad set upon Adam with a combination of congratulations, thank you’s — as well as a few
“Most of it was just going with the flow,” he said to them. “When I found out they were planning on evacuating, I figured I had a little leverage.”
“But do you really think you can get the fleet to stop their attack?” Sherri asked as she poked her head inside several of the other rooms in the suite.
“I don’t really know, but it’s worth a try.”
Riyad had found the room’s beverage dispenser and already placed his finger into the sampling slot. In a moment, a cold drink appeared on the tray. “I wouldn’t,” he said after a long swallow from the glass. “We have all the power at this time. There would be nothing to stop us from laying waste to the entire region and crushing the Juireans — maybe forever. Like you said, Sherri: payback
“But if the Juireans stop fighting, shouldn’t we?” Sherri asked as she sat down on a long sofa next to the room’s only window.
“Ask the families of the billion dead back on Earth-” Riyad caught himself suddenly as he saw Adam’s face blanch. “I am so sorry, my friend. I did not mean to be insensitive.”
“It’s cool,” Adam said, retrieving his own drink from the processor. “But we have to think of the bigger picture. If the war
“Granted,” Riyad said, “I’m just saying it could be difficult to convince the admirals not to attack.” And then he grinned wide, his eyes bright. “But after talking your way out of being flayed by that nasty-looking sword, I’m pretty sure if anyone could, it would be you!”
Just then a commotion was heard in the hallway outside the room; the door burst open and the rest of the Humans flowed in, along with Kaylor and Jym. Adam had been worried about the two aliens. The Juireans may not have considered them part of Adam’s entourage and simply had them eliminated. Probably more than anyone, he was relieved to see them come through the doorway.
Being the humble person that he was, Adam was content to let Sherri and Riyad explain what had just happened. The room was soon crowded with people who, a moment before, had been resigned to their fate and the next overwhelmed with relief at being spared.
Then Nigel McCarthy had to ruin the mood. “You know, if Cain can’t convince the fleet to stop the attack, the bloody Juireans will just go ahead and kill us straight away. Why wouldn’t they? So at the most, we have another two months to sit around and worry about this. I for one don’t want to spend that time doing nothing.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Lt. Tobias spoke up. “Captain Cain has the Juireans working with us now. Let’s not do anything that will make them regret that decision.” There was chorus of agreement from Adam’s contingent; McCarthy’s men offered no opinion, at least verbally. Adam had to admit: McCarthy commanded a very-disciplined team.
Eventually, they all found separate rooms within the suite to claim; there weren’t enough total rooms for the seventeen of them to have separate quarters so everyone had to pair up. McCarthy and Thomas shared a room. The large Englishman fell heavily onto one of the two beds in the room, as Carter Thomas did the same, and within minutes, McCarthy could hear the contented snoring of the huge black man, enjoying the slumber of the recently pardoned.
McCarthy felt no such relief and so he found sleep elusive.
As he lay awake on the bed, a club-like arm resting across his forehead, he began to work through the consequences of Adam Cain’s actions. A truce between the Humans and Juireans would certainly come as a welcome relief to all the forces currently fighting, and a long-term, negotiated peace would be accepted back on Earth. But then where would that leave him?
Even though he had left the service of the Klin, he had not done so voluntarily. He had known what the Klin were all about, yet he still agreed to help them, and against his own people. The likes of Sherri Valentine would not let that rest. She would blab to anyone who would listen about his collusion with the enemy. And she wasn’t the only one. Yes, if he was ever to return to Earth, he would be summarily placed in shackles and charged with the highest of treason. He would undoubtedly become the face of the enemy — even worse than the Klin themselves — since he had turned against his own kind with full knowledge of the consequences. And in light of the deaths of a billion innocent souls, they wouldn’t be able to execute him enough.
Was there a way to get back into the good graces of the Klin? He had no idea. And if so, how would he even contact them? He was locked away in a tower on the planet Juir, of all places.
Nigel McCarthy needed more time to work out a plan, a plan that would put him in the forefront of survival — and to hell with everyone else. Luckily, he had a couple of months to work something out….
