Chapter Two

Zuroi sat in his chair, finding himself guilty of stupidity. He tapped his finger tips on the small throne in the bridge. He was impatient, more or less, angry. For one, the experiment human got away. Two, he knew less on he species than he thought he had, and the information he had been given was very narrow on the "humans". These "people" were obviously much more advanced than Zuroi would've thought. They were aware of how to protect themselves, and how to react to a threat. The men around him were all being affected by his rather sour mood, and all were in a unrelenting fear. None of them spoke a word to the prince, or asked for orders. They would much rather wait for the prince to speak.
He did.
"Did you look them up?" Zuroi questioned. His chin was hidden in his hand, resting on the arm on the chair. He intensely stared at the man at the holographic computer screen, who was busy checking notes and scanning them out of the earth database and into the Galacian's database. He was sweating nervously, and his skin tightened as he pulled himself together to gather an answer.
"Y-yes, your highness," the man responded, punching nervously on the keys and buttons. Zuroi glared at him in frustration.
"...And?" Zuroi interrogated. The man turned around, pushing the spectacles on the ridge that was supposedly a nose up. He wasn't a Galacian, but from a surrounding planet known as 6563211 to the Galacians. He was a captured slave, the son of the ruler of the planet. His name just so happened to be Jashun. His forehead and arms were covered in all kinds of tribal tattoos that were connected by a green vein in his skin. He was small and skinny compared to the Galacians, weak, and easy to control.
"And neither of them are important," Jashun reported. "They are both orphans and have no authority over any of their leaders. In fact, they could be disposed of, if you wish," Jashun explained. Zuroi nodded his head.
"Very well," Zuroi said. "We need to negotiate with this planet's leader, and we need to fast." Zuroi proposed, not talking to anyone in particular.
Jashun hesitated for a moment before he was to break the bad news. Zuroi glared at him, sensing his uncertainty. Jashun swallowed nervously when Zuroi began to tap his fingers on the arm of the chair. Jashun began to fiddle with his thumbs, waiting for an order.
"What... is the problem, Jashun?" Zuroi kept his eyes closed, and bit his lip in frustration. He was invoking fear in his crew, like he knew he always could. It was one of his starring qualities. He then opened his eyes, and faked a smile. Jashun inahled and exhaled deeply before giving his master an answer.
"They don't have one leader," Jashun hoarsely started. He hunched over as in in pain. Zuroi appeared angered, definitely angered. One thing about a Galacian was that when they were angered, or in a protective sense, their eyes would glow, and their skin would bulge. Zuroi's eyes were indeed glowing a bright yellow, like his eye color. Jashun looked away, tightly closing his eyes. Zuroi was about to beat the man, and pull out his own hair in stress. How primitive, how inferior, were these people? They couldn't have one leader? It made his job harder. To everyone's surprise, Zuroi didn't get up and hit the man, he didn't even scold him. Instead, he sat in his chair, deep in thought of how he would handle the situation. He drummed the tips of his fingers in contemplation.
"Ma'Kai," Zuroi eyed a female Galacian. She swirled around in her chair, looking into the Prince's eyes.
"Yes, sir?" Ma'Kai grinned. She was the only other person in the room with minor authority, and with the ability to call Zuroi by his name. Being his older sister, she was granted permission to call him whatever she wanted to aboard the ship, even if it were derogatory. Zuroi grinned back as his sister.
"Well, thank you for calling me sir, miss. But I need you to send a message to the leader of the group of people we just visited. They seem the most... neutral according to our documents," Zuroi ordered. His sister nodded and pressed a series of buttons. When she was finished, she looked over to her brother and nodded. The entire cabin remained silent as Zuroi spoke.
"Hello. My name is Zuroi Ma'Len the Third of the planet Galacia. May I explain that we will not use force unless it is absolutely necessary. You see, my planet needs resources. Resources that just happen to be on this planet, including work forces. If you do not measure up to our standards, I can promise you right now that it will not end well. I will send down two of my people for you to be escorted to our ship. We can negotiate any measures for further obstacles. Any resistance would not be wise," Zuroi nodded over at his sister when he was finished. She gave a quick nod herself, and once again began to press the buttons on a board to end the transmission. An ominous beep ran through the air when she was done, and the room echoed it for a moment. Zuroi grinned in anticipation. He looked to another captured worker and ordered him to send down to guards to capture the races leader. The man nodded and ran out of the room to gather the men.
Zuroi, once again, found himself drumming his fingers together in pleasure. His tyranny almost ruled up to his father's; his face simply displayed sadistic pleasure in the affair.
"Excuse me, all. I need to prepare my self for this... business," Zuroi carefully placed the word in his mouth, and let it roll on his tongue in pleasure. He paused before he said it, making it sound more sinister then he had intended. He put both his hands onto the arms of the chair, and lifted himself up and out of it. He walked out of the room, two men on either of his sides in protection, and his arms wrapped behind his back. He strutted out, almost as if he were going to play. Ma'Kai hopped out of her chair and followed after her brother, passing a quick glance over to Jashun who was shivering. He returned the glance at the kind princess, and continued on with his work. She followed Zuroi out into the hallway, and tried to not pound her heels on the floor. They echoed anyway.
Zuroi turned his head to look at her and smirked. "Ma'Kai, well hello there." He gave her a quick toss of his head, mocking her slightly.
"For the love of all things, I hate these uniforms. They are simply... Loud... And heavy," Ma'Kai complained to her brother as she caught up with him. Zuroi laughed loudly at his sister, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"But that's not the problem, is it?" Zuroi questioned. He squeezed his sister's shoulder in a genuine matter.
"Nothing is the matter, Zuroi, but I just wanted to know what your plans were."
Ma'Kai raised her eyebrows in interest when he smiled. Ma'Kai knew he brother very well, and she knew that smile very well, too. Normally, it didn't mean anything good.
"Zuroi, if you want to keep control over these people, you need to make sure that you make them worry, and you can do that very well by holding powerful people hostage, as well as people with little power. You target two groups of people, and that generates a larger target, if you know what I'm saying," Ma'Kai explained, looking up at Zuroi. Zuroi chuckled, and squeezed his hand on her shoulder again.
"You are the smartest sister I have," Zuroi complimented.
"Sometimes, I don't understand why Dad doesn't send you on a mission of your own," Zuroi thought aloud. "You would be great." He looked down at her and smiled. She sheepishly smiled back, but the smile didn't stay on her face for very long.
So they walked in the hallway, not saying anything the rest of the way to Zuroi's room.