The Report to the Ka’lik
We are strictly confined to watch them from the shadows so
as not to alarm them. However, I long to be able to communicate with them face
to face. That would give an entirely new perspective to our research. For one, perhaps we’d understand why we’ve
had to study them so intently in the first place. Although it has been one
hundred years, the humans are still fascinating to our kind.
My masters, the Ka’ lik, assigned me to planet Earth when I
had just graduated from my biological studies. I had heard only urban legends
about that blue planet, inhabited by strange humanoid species capable of great things.
The planet was on the far reaches of the galaxy, yet a rather large expedition
party was arranged. No explanation was given as to our objective, our orders
were simply to study the homosapien way of life and meticulously document all
our findings.
Today, my masters have summoned me to hear what they said
was my ‘final report’. I am a bit disappointed that they have concluded it so
early without an explanation. Of course, I keep such feelings to myself. The Ka’lik
do not tolerate insubordination, especially from an inferior race such as us
Twu’raq.
Walking toward the chamber of the grand conference hall, I
admire the splendid etchings of various Ka’ lik military victories. No one
would dispute the acumen of the Ka’lik in war. No one who has disputed it
survived. Gleaming sculptures of famous
Ka’lik generals adorn the walls, while the wide sweeping architecture clings to
the ceiling, and vibrant paintings of Ka’lik folk tales line the corridor.
It
took the Ra’mu slaves weeks and weeks of endless toil to turn this once bare
hall into a masterpiece. The Ra’mu were lucky that the Ka’lik prize their
artisanal skills; it saved their planet from complete destruction. We Twa’raq
weren’t so fortunate.
I am put into the adjacent waiting room, though the doors
are closed, I can hear the hall filling with the noises of the attendees. The
hall has been quickly filled with Ka’lik dignitaries, minor vassal kings,
nobles and their slaves. All of them are waiting for me to give the report on
my observations of Planet Earth, or Ya’li as we call it.
Finally, I am permitted to take the stage; I nervously go
over the key points in my head. Did I remember to bring the appropriate images?
It’s too late now. I always fear what comes next .We all must wait for HIS entrance.
It’s a visual reminder of who still
rules this universe. Well, at least he will rule it soon.
Crown Prince, Official Ruling Regent of the Kal’ik, The Colonel
.Sounds of footsteps gradually get louder and louder as he approaches the long
runway in the middle of the conference hall. Although he wears boots to cover
his claws, the noise is pronounced enough to sound like the beatings of a war
drum. The many war medals pinned to his uniform catch the light as he passes by,
reminding us of the countless ceremonies where the Colonel was honored for his bravery. Although, ruthlessness would be a more
accurate term.
He enters into the auditorium trailed by his lower ranking
officers and his attendants. They would never dare admit it, but they hate
every fiber of his black scaly being .To mask their fear of him, they convince
themselves that The Crown Prince gained his power solely by the privilege of
being the Generals’ son. But that is entirely inaccurate.
The Colonel never relied on his father’s position to make a
name for himself. No, he much preferred to earn his respect the old fashioned
way .Although Ka’lik royalty are obligated to serve in the military ,few have been deployed for combat . The majority
serve as officers, overseeing the blood – drenched atrocities from behind their
pristine desks. Not the Crown Prince. He volunteered for the most brutal
missions available, risking his own life on the front lines. His medals were
earned in blood, sometimes that of his own.
He is almost to the podium, although I don’t dare make eye contact.
Keeping my eyes staring at the floor reflection, I see the outline of his
massive body. Spikes protrude out from the curve of his back, sharper than a
swords blade. My tentacles begin to shake, as I pray that he won’t stand so
close to me when he gives me his duplicitous commendations.
In his walk, his supreme confidence is evident. For in his
claws lie our fates. The right to live or die is no longer ours, a power he relishes.
The stream of accomplishments and success coupled with his tender age has
culminated in an unapologetic arrogance that is felt by all. Here is where the
temperament of the Colonel and the General differ.
The General has never once raised his voice in frustration,
nor has he ever screamed in anger. As a creature of few words he only
communicates what he feels is pertinent to the situation at that very moment. The
Colonel however is a different story. It is impossible to get a word in
edgewise when he is in one of his daily mercurial moods. The General also
rarely participates in gala events, being much more reserved. His son however, is
always seen attending these pompous evening receptions, eager to be the center
of attention.
Yet, no alien in universe would dispute that of the two, the
General is the cruelest and most fearsome. His lack of feeling and his cold
demeanor towards life has allowed him to exponentially kill, enslave and
torture more planets than the previous Ka’lik rulers before him. A calculating
lack of remorse is more terrifying than mere hot –blooded tantrums. The Crown Prince,
brash as he may be, wouldn’t dare challenge this fact.
The loud thunder steps have stopped. Shaking, I finally
raise my head and stare at the most powerful creature in this galaxy. No matter
how often I see him, I still gape at his height. It would take no effort on his
part to slash me to gooey shreds .Taking a moment I stare at the crowd gathered
,it is uncomfortably quiet .
But within our heads we scream as loud as possible
,cursing our oppressive overlords but, knowing full well we are powerless to
defend ourselves. But no one will hear those voices for the audience stands silently
straight in neat orderly rows. They remember to cast their eyes downwards to show
proper respect as per the indoctrination – I mean instruction.
The Colonel takes his seat; the audience holds their breath
as they now turn their attention towards me. All four of my eyes blink rapidly
as I begin greeting my diverse listeners. As I introduce myself in the various
languages of the region, I glance back at the Colonel.
His long tongue slides out of his mouth, touching his jawbone.
Hissing, he motions for his servant to take note of what I am saying. I catch
little whispers of him ordering the infantry, the artillery and the warships to
be moved closer to the To’bu quadrant. My eyes widen as I realize that it’s the
same quadrant where my pretty blue planet lies.
Ya’li, I mean Earth, I weep for you.
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