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you need to see this,” said Cole as he helped Sheridan up onto his feet. They felt like cold blocks of ice. He stamped his feet to get the circulation flowing again. Sheridan joined Cole over by an open window.

“Keep low,” warned Cole.

Sheridan edged over to the window. It was light outside. He checked his watch and saw that it was nearly eleven in the morning.

“What’s up, Sergeant?”

Cole handed Sheridan his binoculars and told Andrews to guard the front door. “Sir, take a look back toward the Kurgan rear echelon and tell me what you see.”

Sheridan rubbed his tired eyes and then brought up the binoculars. Although it was far away, he could just make out transport vehicles dropping off people in an open field. A minute later, they boarded a Kurgan ship. As soon as the last person was on board, the large cargo bay doors closed and the craft took off and flew straight up into the cloud-covered sky. A horrible feeling of dread seeped into his body. He lowered the binoculars and looked over at Cole. “Those were humans, weren’t they?”

Cole nodded. “It was hard to tell from this distance, but they looked to me like civilians being loaded up into those troop transporters.”

“Why the hell would the Kurgans take civilians off Derra-5? In my studies, I never once came across anything like this. They generally ignored the human populations on the planets they invaded during the last war. I read dozens of history books at school, and I don’t ever recall reading a single passage about population resettlement. After the ceasefire, we had to pick up those settlers trapped on the Kurgan side of the Disputed Zone as they wouldn’t allow a single person on board their ships.”

“Sir, you don’t think they’re gonna eat them, do you?” asked Andrews.

Sheridan shook his head. “No, Andrews, contrary to what you may have read, the Kurgans do not eat people.”

“Mister Sheridan, I read this book in which they describe how the first colonists taken on Hobart-11 were butchered and eaten by the Kurgs.”

“Andrews, the book you read was wrong, completely wrong. Look, the Kurgans think we’re a lesser species. We don’t adhere to their religious beliefs, and that makes us less than them in their eyes. Just like some religions on Earth won’t eat certain foods because they have declared them to be unclean, the same goes for us. They may be carnivores, but I can assure you that we are not on the menu.”

“Watch the door,” said Cole to Andrews, ending his part in the conversation.

Cole asked, “Sir, if the Kurgans are ambivalent to the colonists, why are they taking them off the planet?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s not a good thing.”

“Sir, we need to let our forces in the capital know what is going on.”

Sheridan sat down on the floor and made an entry in his journal. “Sergeant, if anything happens to me, please make sure that these notes are handed over to someone in the intelligence section.”

“You can hand them over yourself,” replied Cole, tapping Sheridan on the shoulder.

The next night after eating a quick meal, Sheridan led the group out into the dark. The batteries on their night vision gear had died days ago. Snow soon began to fall, making it hard to see more than a few meters in the distance. 

Sheridan, like everyone else, was feeling the biting cold. He snugly wrapped his thermal blanket over his shoulders but kept his hands free in case he needed to use his assault rifle.

They were making their way through a lightly wooded area, using the trees for cover, when Agnar suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Sheridan, in the dark, almost walked straight into the Marine on point. “What’s up?” he asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.

“Sir, I heard something directly in front of us,” reported Agnar.

“What was it?”

“Not sure. It sounded like talking, but I can’t be sure.”

The sound of a terrified scream, followed by a gunshot, tore through the dark.

Cole ran over and joined Sheridan.

Two more shots rang out.

Sheridan turned to face Cole. “Sergeant, keep everyone back here out of sight. I’m going to take Agnar with me and see what’s going on. If we’re not back in five minutes, find a way around these woods and keep moving toward the capital.”

More gunfire.

“Sir, perhaps I should go,” offered Cole.

Sheridan shook his head. “Sergeant, I need you to shepherd our people to safety.”

“Be careful, sir, it sounds like there’s more than one person out there.”

Sheridan nodded. He tapped Agnar on the shoulder and told the big Marine to follow him. With his weapon held tight into his shoulder, Sheridan warily advanced in the direction of the sound of a woman weeping somewhere in the cold darkness. 

Voices called out.

Sheridan froze; they were speaking Kurgan.

“What are they saying?” whispered Agnar.

“Something about unbelievers getting what is coming to them.”

With his mouth turning dry with fear, Sheridan continued to advance. He could feel the adrenaline surging through his veins. He fought to control the feelings in his body. Turning back wasn’t an option.

A couple of seconds later, Sheridan slowly dropped to one knee beside a tree. Just up ahead in a small clearing were three dark shapes moving about. It was hard to tell who or what they were.

One of the shapes reached down, grabbed ahold of something and hauled it up off the ground. A terrified woman cried out, begging for mercy.

Sheridan’s blood turned cold when he heard one of the enemy fighters suggest that they should rape her before they killed her. Confusion filled his mind; Kurgans didn’t care for humans, yet he could clearly hear what they were saying.

“No!” screamed the woman as she was thrown to the ground.

“Damn it,” muttered Sheridan. He had hoped to avoid contact with the enemy, but he knew he couldn’t leave a helpless civilian to be violated. Sheridan looked over his shoulder at Agnar. “We need to help that woman. You take the one on the right and I’ll take the one on the left. I want the son of a bitch in the middle taken alive.”

Agnar nodded.

“Now,” said Sheridan as he stood up and walked out into the open. He set his weapon’s sights on the chest of his target and fired off a three round burst, as did Agnar. Both enemy fighters dropped to the snow-covered ground, dead. 

The third soldier was bent over tearing at his victim’s clothes when his comrades were gunned down. He had left his rifle on the ground. Suddenly, seeing two men advancing toward him, he reached for his weapon. He was too slow. Sheridan fired, hitting him in the shoulder. A second later, Agnar stood above him and brought his gun down onto his head, knocking him unconscious.

“Sir, they’re men, just like us,” said Agnar, looking down at the man he had just laid out cold.

Sheridan stood there shaking his head. “I know I heard them speaking Kurgan.” He bent down and took a better look at soldier he had shot. There was no denying that he was human, but he was wearing a white camouflaged uniform and carrying a strange-looking weapon.

“Please don’t kill me,” whimpered a woman lying facedown in the muck.

Sheridan ran over and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “We won’t harm you. My name is Second Lieutenant Mike Sheridan. I’m here to help you.”

Slowly, the woman turned her head over and looked up at Sheridan. Her face was covered in dirt. She looked to be no more than twenty years old.

“Are you with the soldiers in the capital?” she asked.

“No, we’re not,” replied Sheridan, helping her up onto her unsteady feet. 

With tears streaking down her face, she tried pulling her torn clothes together. It was then that Sheridan noticed that there were other bodies lying facedown in the snow. He counted six men and women. All had been shot dead. He gritted his teeth in anger.

“Sir, what do you want to do with this one?” asked Agnar, pointing down at the unconscious soldier.

“Quickly tie him up and then put a dressing on his wound. We’re taking him with us.”

As soon as they were ready, Sheridan led the young woman by the arm while Agnar carried their prisoner over his right shoulder.

Cole saw them coming and stood up. “Sir, you were cutting it fine. Another minute and I was gone.”

“Sergeant, please have Private Garcia look after this woman,” said Sheridan. 

Cole was surprised to see a terrified and disheveled woman standing behind Sheridan.

“Jesus, sir, what happened back there?”

“I’ll tell you later. We’ve got a Kurgan prisoner with us, and he’s human. I need you to lead us all away from here. Pick a route that takes us deeper into the woods. Find us a good spot that’s well off the beaten track. I want to interrogate our prisoner and find out just what the hell is going on.”

Thirty minutes passed before they stopped. Cole made sure that Andrews and Obermman were on sentry before telling the rest of the party to rest. 

Agnar dropped their prisoner on the ground and then pulled the gag from the man’s mouth. The injured man winced in pain.

Sheridan and Cole moved over by the detainee.

“Water?” said Sheridan in Kurgan, holding up his canteen.

The man’s eyes instantly widened. His mouth fell agape. “Are you a believer?” asked the astounded man.

Sheridan shook his head. “No, not at all.”

“But you can speak the word of the Lord. Only true believers are taught the word of the Lord.”

Sheridan paused for a moment. He wanted to make sure that he didn’t mess up what he was saying. “I’m an officer and was taught Kurgan at school. Who are you, and why are you speaking Kurgan?”

“My name is Kyrad and I speak the language of our Lord.” The man looked at Sheridan’s dirt-covered face. “And you’re lying. I don’t believe that an unbeliever was taught the words of the Lord at a human school.”

“But you are human, not Kurgan.”

“Blasphemy!” It was as if the very thought repulsed the prisoner. “I am a chosen citizen of the Kurgan Empire. I am not a non-believer like you. I am Kurgan.”

Sheridan handed the man his canteen and then translated the conversation for Cole.

“I don’t get it; why does he think he’s one of them?” pondered Cole.

“I don’t know, but the Kurgan Empire isn’t homogeneous. They have other species as citizens, so it’s not inconceivable that they made humans part of their empire.”

“Sir, I thought you said that they looked down on us as being a lesser form of life.”

Sheridan glanced at their prisoner. “This man clearly is a convert to the Kurgan religion. If he and others like him were indoctrinated into Kurgan’s culture, I suspect that they might now be seen as equals.”

“Where the hell does he come from?”

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” Sheridan knelt down beside the prisoner. “Okay, Kyrad, I accept that you are Kurgan, which planet do you come from?”

“Kollos,” replied the prisoner,