Chapter 10
Mokvel discovers the Overseer has big plans to weaponize their human captive. But will they live long enough to realise that ambition?
Mokvel touched his collar and opened a communication with the Overseer.
“How is he?”
“Restless and volatile,” Mokvel said.
“Is that all?”
“Where are you, Urlak?”
“In my quarters.”
“We need to talk.”
“If you insist.”
Mokvel cut his link and hurried his way to the bridge section. It presented easy access to the Overseer's separate private quarters and allowed him to be on the bridge in next to no time at all. A few of his fellow Greys waved at him as he passed them. Soon he was stepping into a cool private suite, almost all of it was white with a cooler blue light overhead. The Overseer sat behind a transparent glass desk.
“You want to talk, Mok.”
Mokvel marched to the table and leaned on it. “He needs to die and soon. The longer we keep him here the more he learns about us and about this ship.”
“As I said, don’t overestimate a dumb ape.”
“That thing is no ape, Urlak.”
“Same genus.”
"Why do you want to keep him alive?" Mokvel asked stepping back.
“He’s as much a weapon as everything else on that world. There’s so much untapped potential and let’s be honest we’ve barely cracked it open.”
Mokvel scratched at one of his long gnarled fingers. "You told them didn't you."
The Overseer held up his hands. “It would leak eventually, it's better to be ahead of the curve.”
“And who did you tell?” growled Mokvel.
"The Ragsi'ba Warband. They are the closest fleet to our current orbit and are on their way to supply us with a better means of securing potential livestock."
“This is a bad idea.”
“Your opinion –”
The light flickered overhead briefly and someone was pinging the communication system built into the Overseer’s desk. He pressed a button and they appeared. “We have a problem with the prisoner.”
“Elaborate.”
“He’s somehow managed to break out and is tearing his way through our protectors.”
“Where is he heading?” the Overseer asked leaning forward.
“Not sure, his movements are random and if I didn’t know better he’s also using our maintenance tunnels to get around being easily seen.”
“I told you not to underestimate him,” Mokvel said folding his arms.
The Overseer leaned back unconcerned. “All this does is show the Warband why we should have an army of them scattered across various worlds that haven’t been made to submit. Imagine the chaos a group of Terrans could cause if instructed correctly.”
“If this all goes wrong, it’s on you Urlak. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Overseer Urlak’thul smiled, stood up and headed for the bridge. “As I was going to say, your opinion is noted, Mokvel. We should prepare to meet our guest. If he’s as smart as you say he is, he’ll be here real soon.”