The Legend of Earth

He stepped away from Adam, who now stood with his mouth agape, feeling dizzy and drained from the Jonnif’s sincere revelation. He wasn’t lying; he had taken too much satisfaction from the telling of his story to be making it up. And then something stuck in Adam’s mind: within a very short period of time — days!So the attack has not occurred yet! Would it be possible for Adam to warn the Earth of the impending attack? Possible, but not while standing in the middle of a fighting arena on the planet Juir….

Adam took a deep breath and felt his energy return. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “Fuck you, Jonnif!” he yelled. “Let’s get this thing started!”

Jonnif turned back to him, a look of confusion on his face. “I am truly puzzled, Adam Cain. You wish to engage me in a sexual act, just as we are preparing to fight? Are the mating rituals on Earth ones of such physical combat and submission? If so, then you truly are savage.”

Jonnif squared up his stance. “Then let us begin. I will go first.”

Adam was stunned by the remark, not understanding what the Kracori meant. But suddenly Jonnif stepped forward and swung out with his right arm. He was fast, faster than any other creature Adam had fought since being cast into the galaxy, but Adam was able to easily dodge the blow and sweep the Kracori’s arm away with his own. Jonnif looked stunned, yet he countered quickly with a left hook that came at Adam from way too far out, like what you’d see in a schoolyard fight as two young boys flailed away at each other. TheKracori may be warriors, Adam thought, but they obviously don’t know any real hand-to-hand fighting techniques.

As he swept away the Jonnif’s arm, Adam grabbed his left wrist and twisted it backwards, spinning the Kracori around and pressing the alien’s arm against his back. Next, Adam clamped his right arm around Jonnif’s chest and pulled him tight. For a moment Jonnif struggled against Adam’s hold, but was unable to break free.

And then the most remarkable thing happened: The Kracori’s head twisted 180- degrees around, until their two faces were only inches apart. Jonnif smiled — and then spit in Adam’s face!

He released the alien and staggered back, wiping the disgusting spittle from his face. He had no idea what kind of alien germs could be contained in the sticky liquid. And they call us savages!

Jonnif took the opportunity to lower his shoulder and charge at Adam. In the light gravity of Juir, the Kracori was extremely fast and he impacted Adam with a force that knocked the wind out of his lungs and sent him crashing to the ground. Immediately, Jonnif was on top of him, striking his face with blow after incredibly-strong blow.

Stunned, Adam kicked up with his right knee, hitting Jonnif in the back and sending him rolling over Adam’s head. Recovering quickly from the blows he’d suffered, Adam scrambled around and fell on Jonnif’s back, pressing the alien’s body into the grassy floor of the arena. He then sent a powerful fist into Jonnif’s ribcage — once, then twice.

The Kracori cried out in pain and managed to roll over, dislodging Adam from his back. Now on his knees, Adam struck a strong right cross into Jonnif’s chin. The creature’s eyes grew wide at first, and then the eyelids began to flutter. Adam followed with another strong fist to the same region and Jonnif collapsed to the ground.

Adam’s victory was short-lived, however, as he suddenly felt his body pommelled by kick after kick to his ribs and face. One of the kicks sent him rolling over onto his back, where a flurry of booted feet came crashing down upon him. Within moments, the kicks had no further affect, as Adam slipped into the numb blackness of peaceful unconsciousness.

Chapter 22

Sherri was worried about Adam. She had heard cheering off in the distance a while ago and knew some kind of spectacle was taking place. But now she could hear nothing. Had she just heard the ceremonial death of Adam Cain? And after him, they would be coming for the rest of them….

All the Humans in the tent had struggled as best they could against their shackles, but to no avail. Sherri then noticed one of the Kracori looking at her intensely. The creature leaned over to his bench mate and whispered something. They both spun around in their chairs.

“You’re a female of the Human race, is this correct?” the first Kracori asked her. She did not detect any deviousness in the voice, just curiosity.

Sherri lowered her head, avoiding the interviewer’s eyes. “Yes I am. I fulfill my duties — as I must.” A plan began to blossom in her mind.

All the Human males looked over at her with raised eyebrows, yet none spoke.

“You are much smaller than the males of your species. Are you their mate?”

“Yes. As I said, I fulfill my duties as is dictated.”

The two Kracori smiled and nudged each other. “Is it only one of you for all of them?”

“Yes. It is much work, tending to the needs of them all — especially when it comes to feces removal.”

The Kracori’s mouths fell open in shock — as did those of Sherri’s Human companions. Feces removal?

“Please explain? We do not understand.”

Sherri refused to meet the eyes of the Kracori, instead maintaining the look of submissive weakness. “I will be punished for telling you this, but the males will relieve themselves whenever and wherever they wish.”

“Do you not have grooming stations?”

“Only for the females. They are for our own use, as well as for disposing of the waste of the males. It is a very disgusting chore.”

“Agreed!” said the Kracori guard. “So they just drop feces wherever they wish?”

“True, and as meat eaters, their feces is always sticky, wet and carries such an incredibly foul odor-”

“Female!” Riyad cried out. “It is time. I am beginning to relieve myself and I have not done so for a very long while.”

The two Kracori looked at Riyad with a look of panic and disgust. “You cannot do such a thing here.”

“My body says otherwise. Does your race have control over such natural bodily functions? Must you not breathe when you must breathe?”

One of the Kracori looked to the other. “I’m not going to clean up the mess!”

“Neither shall I-”

“And the smell will linger for hours, I must warn you,” Sherri added.

“Then you must tend to the male.”

“Of course, but how; I am bound?”

“I will release you. You are not a warrior and therefore not a risk. What will you require for the … the feces?”

“A scoop of some kind and a bag in which to place it; then it must then be buried else the smell will remain and become overwhelming.”

One of the Kracori found a small metal sheet and a bag, while the other knelt down next to Sherri and unlocked the shackles around her wrists. He then released the lock on the straps holding her to the support pole.

“Will this suffice?” asked the other Kracori as he handed her the sheet of metal and the bag.

“Yes, very well.” She scooted over to where Riyad was tied and began to undo his pants. “The scene is very graphic….”

“We will wait outside. Let us know when you are done.” The two Kracori exited through the canvas flap of the tent, shaking their heads in disgust as they left.

Sherri looked up into Riyad’s face, which now displayed a broad, wicked smile as she fumbled with his trousers. She pushed herself away. “Keep dreaming, Riyad,” she said, while returning his smile. Then she slipped in behind him and attempted to release the lock to his bindings. It was too strong; she could not free them.

She rose quickly to her feet and ran to the work benches. There she found a large crescent wrench-like tool and moved to the side of the entrance flap to the tent.