Just clench your jaw and bear it. It will be over soon. Jaxon had no idea how many times he’d told himself that in the past hour or so, but it appeared his descent to his new home was going to take the rest of his life. In both the ‘it’s taking forever’ and ‘my life is going to be considerably shorter than I’d hoped’ ways. For an advanced coalition of alien species that could take over Earth in the course of a few hours, he sure wasn’t impressed with the discomfort he was encountering on his way down to their homeworld. None of them looked particularly concerned, though.
The Gax, as always, seemed unperturbed by anything, mainly because they didn’t have facial expressions he could read. The one closest to him just sat in its jump seat, strapped in awkwardly with the one-size-fits-none belts. The only clue that the thing was even alive was a wiggle of a green antenna and the rhythmic clench of its mandibles. Even its beady, black eyes gave nothing away.
On his right, sat one of the Irikol. From what he understood, the species was completely covered in brightly-colored fur, but they partially shaved when on missions with oxygen-breathing species to make living in their space suits more bearable. Aboard the carrier that had brought the drop ship, the Irikol had their own wing with atmospheric accommodations for them and they had been living there. What he saw through the glass, now, reminded him of a pug. The nose was squat and the eyes overly-large. If he looked closely, he could see that there was a stubble coming in on the Irikol’s face, especially along the jaw line. The hair was fuschia. Hm. Pink or not, he wasn’t going to be pissing the guy off anytime soon. The Irikol were big, strong, and nasty. They fact that they sit itching in space suits for most of their journey didn’t help and Earth had, apparently, been annexed for their use, since they breathe nitrogen and could easily sustain themselves there. How nice for them.
The third species he’d encountered definitely seemed to be the ring-leader of the three, but the slight and tiny Chexoli in the command center were not to be trifled with. They only stood to about his hip and couldn’t weigh more than toddlers, but they were fiercely intelligent and deceptively strong, despite their small size. They had the strangest skin he’d ever seen, a mixture of scales and feathers that looked like a paleontologist’s perfect prize specimen of evolutionary proof that scaled creatures could produce feathers. The result was a sort of dandelion looking thing, but the feathers tended to be multicolored and their skin was a dark brown. Bizarre as they were, they weren’t a laughing matter. They ruled over the other species he’d encountered and, now, he guessed they ruled him, too. They didn’t seem to have any sensory organs, but he suspected that was what the feathers were for. They had mouths to eat and even speak; one of the Chexol had managed to grind out a bit of English for his benefit on the way here. He? was still on the main ship, though. Not on the drop, sadly. He hadn’t even gotten his name. Not that it mattered much, with what lay ahead.
The drop ship cleared from the higher clouds of the atmosphere and he was able to get a glimpse of what would, for now, be home. The planet had quite a bit of water, much like Earth, but the land masses were smaller and there were more of them. The continent they seemed to be headed for was around half the size of the United States and, even from this distance, he could see that there was quite a bit of urban development present. Tall buildings, roads, the whole deal. The ride, from this point, was smoother and he had more time to actually contemplate his fate.
Since Earth had been invaded by this trio of species, nothing had been clear about what would be done with the human captives. His Chexol “friend” had used words that indicated work, so he assumed that he and his people would be used as slaves. In what industry, he had no idea. He knew he ought to be more concerned about his fate as a slave to an alien species, but he’d spent a few months on this vessel and he’d learned that his place in the Universe wasn’t half so bad as it could be. Arguing or fighting with their captors did no good and those who thought to protest by refusal were corrected or eliminated swiftly. These guys seemed to have enough experience with enslaving other species to have honed it to a fine-tuned art.
More of his fellow cabin-mates were beginning to notice that they could now view the settlement from the windows. All heads turned to get a glimpse of the tall towers as they descended into what looked much like an airport, with other craft docking to a large main building with landing spires. Some of the craft looked similar enough to the one he now occupied, but a few of them were outlandish and strange. One even looked like a large sea urchin, with spikes jutting out from its exterior and a bright pink and orange hull. Just as he began to wonder how people got in and out of it, it passed out of sight as his ship landed with a small thud.
[To Be Continued]