The Rask Rebellion

"And it'll make me stew in my own juices," Ben grumbled.

"In a Valbara'nay flock, it would be decided by majority," Mizi said.

"Well, we're not in a flock or a pack," Ben replied sternly. "You're Coalition auxiliaries, and you're expected to follow my orders."

They both went silent, and he began to regret being so terse with them. The heat was getting to him, making him impatient, irritable.

"Oh, alright," he conceded. "You can turn up the humidity, but not too much, you hear? If I end up making the whole cab smell like jockstrap, don't say I didn't warn you."

"Jockstrap?" Mizi asked, Lozka shrugging her shoulders.

They weaved through the desert for a few minutes more, the oasis eventually coming into sight. It was a small body of water that was cradled between the dunes, hidden from view on all sides by the towering formations of sand, only visible by drone. It had likely been formed by ancient groundwater that had welled up from subterranean lakes or aquifers, its borders clearly defined by a ring of greenery, probably borne of seeds that had been carried here by migrating birds. There were plants that resembled ferns, fleshy cacti, and trees with wide branches that cast their shade over its shores. It made for a perfect rest stop.

Mizi pulled up just short of the foliage, turning the engine off, the sudden absence of its pervasive noise and vibration filling Ben with a sense of relief.

"I'm gonna keep a drone up," he said, climbing out of his seat. "It'll warn us if anyone approaches."

He slid into the bay and made for the weapon rack, picking out an XMH, and strapping the handgun to his hip. Mizi followed him out, cocking her head curiously as she noticed the weapon.

"Are you expecting danger?" she asked, Lozka peering into the bay from the cab to listen in.

"Nah," he replied, "but I don't want to be known as the guy who got his cock bitten off by a sand spider while he was taking a piss. Come on, let's go."

The troop ramp opened with a pneumatic hiss, a wall of hot, dry air making its way inside. Ben recoiled, even Mizi seeming to react to the heat, her panels flashing purple.

"Okay, I take back what I said about the climate control," he muttered. "It's doing a pretty good job."

They descended the ramp, Ben shielding his eyes from the twin suns, waiting for his vision to adjust after staring at a monitor for the better part of a day. He could have worn his helmet and tinted the visor, but that defeated the purpose of getting fresh air. Mizi didn't seem too bothered by it, but Lozka made sure to affix her protective goggles before even going near the ramp. She emerged with her camouflaged cloak slung over her shoulder, testing the sand tentatively before putting her paws on it, Ben giving her a quizzical look.

"What's with the cape?" he asked. "I don't think that's going to provide much cover if someone comes across us, there aren't many bushes in the middle of the desert."

"I know," she replied cryptically, striding ahead of him on her long legs. He and Mizi followed after her, soon arriving beneath the shade of one of the parasol-like trees. Leaving direct sunlight was immediately relieving, and there was somewhat of a breeze blowing in from the West. When he glanced in that direction, he saw the ominous sandstorm darkening the sky. It was creeping ever closer.

Ben sauntered over to the edge of the water, careful to stay beneath the shadow of the tree. The shimmering pool was crystal clear, as blue as the sky, so pristine that it almost looked out of place. There was nothing but burning sand for miles, yet here was a tiny, isolated patch of vibrant nature that was clinging tenaciously to life.

He looked around to see where Lozka had gotten to, finding her sitting by the shore with her paws dangling in the water, her cape draped across her lap. She was plucking the leaves from it, tossing them idly into the water. Why on Earth would she want to take apart her cloak?

Mizi bobbed over to join him, locking the joints in her legs and exhaling a relieved sigh.

"Oh, this gravity is so oppressive," she grumbled. "It feels like my muscles are on fire."

She reached up, gripping her helmet in her gloved hands. Was she actually going to remove it? She had kept the thing on this whole time, and Ben was more than a little curious to see what she was hiding underneath it.

As Mizi lifted it off, he was surprised to see that the two dangling tubes that protruded from the back of her skull were covering a pair of fleshy tendrils. She slipped off the helmet and shook them out, the appendages flexing. They reminded him of tentacles, or perhaps two extra tails that were sprouting out of her head. They extended outwards to either side of her skull, angled slightly down, Ben recoiling in alarm as an explosion of color erupted forth.

They were sheaths, opening up almost like hot dog buns to reveal pink, moist membranes that were protecting the vibrant plumage within. The colorful feathers stood erect, forming a kind of headdress that framed her skull, bringing to mind images of a Brazilian carnival. They were layered, the ones on top shifting to expose different hues, creating a mesmerizing display that transfixed him for a moment.

She was only stretching them, the peacock-like plumes folding back down into their sheaths, Mizi peering up at his awed expression.

"Never seen a Val'ba'ra'nay's feathers before?" she asked. "It's how we display emotion, amongst other things..."

"Do they...fold down into those fleshy tubes?" he asked, beginning to circle the little alien as he examined them. It was probably rude, but he couldn't help himself.

"Those are my sheaths," she explained. "They protect my feathers when they're stowed. Just try not to be directly above me too much, emotional displays are often involuntary."

"So that's why you had these color panels on your suit," he mused, examining her outfit more closely. "It's so that you can signal to each other in a vacuum. Are there more feathers on your wrists?"

"That's right," she replied, beginning to disconnect the seal on her glove. It popped off, revealing her green hide, her three fingers each tipped with a dull claw. She rolled her sleeve up, exposing what looked like a scaly vine that had wound itself around her forearm. It flexed, uncoiling itself, opening up to reveal another fan of multicolored feathers. They folded back down again, the appendage creeping towards Ben's belt like an eel. Mizi wrapped it around his canteen, plucking the metal container from his hip and handing it to him, Ben raising his eyebrows.

"These are prehensile," she explained, her scaly lips pulling back in a grin.

"Guess you learn something new every day," he muttered as she put her glove back on. "Looks like you won't be needing my help next time you need to reach something on a high shelf."

Lozka had been watching from her seat beside the pool, but as he glanced in her direction, she resumed her work on her cloak. She wasn't just removing the leaf-shaped pieces of fabric from it, she was replacing them, reaching out to pluck pieces of the surrounding foliage from nearby plants. From one of her many pouches, she had withdrawn a small sewing kit, attaching the colorful flowers and fleshy leaves to the mesh with a needle and thread. So that was her plan, she was adapting her camouflage to the local environment.

Ben felt his stomach rumble, peering back over his shoulder at the Timberwolf.

"You guys hungry?" he asked. "I'm gonna get an MRE."

"I could eat," Mizi replied, her oddly human mannerisms and the obviously mimicked Southern accent that she had used for that phrase making him chuckle.

"What about you, Lozka?" he called out. She replied with a nod, so he returned to the truck, fishing out some appropriate MREs from their supplies. When he reemerged from the bay, he was carrying three packets in his arms. There was a standard UNN MRE for humans in Navy blue, a Borealan MRE that was at least three times its weight, and a Valbaran MRE in some kind of silver foil that was covered in alien lettering.

Lozka made her way back over to the tree, and he handed them out, the trio sitting in the shade as they started on their meals. Ben opened up his packet and began to spread its contents on the sand, the two aliens watching curiously. The main course was labeled chicken burrito, not bad. It even came with a cardboard sleeve so that he could hold it without burning his hands. There were also tortillas, a cinnamon bun, a tube of Jarry juice, and a chocolate bar. For drinks, he had a powder that could be rehydrated into a fruit punch, and a packet of instant coffee. There was a small accessory pack that contained gum, salt, sugar, toilet paper, the usual.

He began to cook the burrito with his flameless ration heater, starting on the tube of Jarry juice as steam began to rise from the packet. Nobody was really sure how the stuff was made, as it was a product of the Jarilans, insectoid aliens who had recently joined the Coalition. It tasted great, though, and it gave one an immediate energy boost. It was like a sweet, syrupy energy drink that came out of the tube with the consistency of honey.

Lozka ripped open her own larger MRE with her claws, upending its contents onto the ground. These were about ten thousand calories apiece, designed to feed a Borealan for one twenty-four hour period. The aliens needed to consume an enormous quantity of food to fuel their massive bodies. The menu was probably designed with Elysians in mind, but Ben didn't imagine that there would be anything she couldn't eat.

She sifted through the individual packets, reading off the contents through her tinted goggles. The first one that she elected to open contained large strips of dried meat, almost like a giant piece of beef jerky. She sniffed it tentatively, her ears pricking up at the scent. Her first cautious bite was followed by a second, larger one. It seemed that the menu was to her liking.

He turned his attention to Mizi's small MRE, the alien opening her resealable packet with a lot more care. She fished inside it for a moment, then withdrew what looked like a candy bar of some kind that was wrapped in the same silver foil. She peeled it away to reveal something that more resembled a protein bar, starting to bite into it with her tiny, sharp teeth.

"What is that?" he asked, gesturing to the bar.

"Protein," she replied.

"Protein from what?"

"Insects."

"Oh, gross," he muttered as he recoiled.

"What's the matter?" Mizi laughed, her headdress flashing a display of yellow feathers that might indicate glee or surprise. "Don't humans farm insects for food?"

"No," he shot back, taking another drink from his tube of Jarry juice. "That's disgusting."

"My people don't eat a lot of animal meat," she added, tearing off another chunk of the chewy bar. "We cull the Gue'tra herds on a mostly seasonal basis, so we only really eat a lot of meat once per year. The rest of the time, we're eating mostly insect protein or fish from the hydroponic farms."

"Don't you farm animals for food?" Ben asked, his brow furrowing. "How do you feed a whole planet on just bugs and fish?"

"With a lot of careful planning," she replied, waving the bar at him. "We eat a lot of vegetables and fruits, too, usually grown in the same farms as the fish. It's all done within the city walls, we tend to let nature run its course beyond them."

"So, you guys are big into nature?" he asked as he leaned over to check on the progress of his burrito. "That's why you didn't want to squash the sand spider earlier?"

"We try to maintain balance with the nature that surrounds us," she replied with a nod. "We share our planet with other organisms that have as much a right to be there as we do, after all. As the more intelligent and capable party, it falls upon us to minimize our conflict with them. We strive to live sustainably, to limit our impact on our environment."

"But if I offered you a big, juicy piece of Franklin steak, you'd turn it down?"

"No," she chuckled, "we don't object to eating meat as a concept. We only go without to preserve the ecology of our planet."

"I don't know if Franklin counts," he added. "I think we ruined the native ecology of that planet decades ago by raising half a billion head of cattle there. The whole colony is just endless grassland as far as the eye can see."

"Humans expand quickly," she said as she finished off her bar, stowing the wrapper back in the MRE container. "Often at the expense of the local ecology. But for me to complain would be hypocritical. My people only survive because of that rapid expansion. Were it not for the UNN, Val'ba'ra would have been utterly eradicated by a Betelgeusian hive fleet, just as our first colony world was."

"One of your colonies was eradicated?" Lozka asked, joining their conversation.

"Yes," Mizi replied solemnly. "It was known as Ker'gue'la, it was the first planet that we colonized after discovering superlight travel. It was a garden world, a beautiful place, and it would have become a second home to my species in time. Around thirty rotations ago, a Hive fleet enacted a genocide against the Val'ba'ra'nay living there, wiping them out to a flock. Millions died in a matter of days, it was a tragedy. It was before my birth, but it remains an understandably important part of our culture."

"My condolences," Lozka said with a bow of her head. "I cannot imagine the pain of losing so many so quickly."

"The same would have happened to my homeworld, but as fate would have it, the humans stumbled upon our system while they were hunting Betelgeusians. With their help, we were able to repel the subsequent invasion. Now, here I am," she added as she gestured to their strange surroundings. "I'm fighting a war that my people have no stake in, on a planet that's of no consequence to Val'ba'ra, for a cause that I do not understand. But any Val'ba'ra'nay would face down a Teth'rak if it meant repaying that debt," she added with a flash of red feathers.

"I read the stories about the battle of Valbara," Ben said as he started on his burrito. "That was one hell of a job they pulled off. A single jump carrier and its support fleet coordinating the defense of an entire planet? Hardcore."

"Then, the humans saved your people?" Lozka asked. She sounded oddly surprised. Ben couldn't see her eyes behind her goggles, but her ears were swiveling to track the two of them.

Mizi nodded in reply.

"You should not be so quick to praise their expansion," Lozka added, the Valbaran glancing at Ben. "It is partly their fault that the Rask became so powerful to begin with. We Araxie lived hidden within the depths of our jungles for generations. Other territories sent expeditions, raiding parties, but we repelled them easily. We were as ghosts to them, little more than myths. But a few years ago, the humans began supplying our enemies with advanced weapons and technology, which resulted in the Rask launching more and more costly incursions into our home. Eventually, we had little choice but to call upon the Coalition for aid or face extinction at the hands of one of its members."

"The Rask were breaking the terms of their agreements with the Coalition in secret," Ben said, correcting her. "And, if you hadn't noticed, we're currently at war with them. I don't know anything about Borealan geopolitics, but I do know that our guys are putting their asses on the line to stop the Rask. We've got three whole mechanized companies on their way to reinforce the Araxie."

"I do not harbor any resentment, Commander," she explained calmly. "Do not misunderstand. My people have been in conflict with the Rask going back to the founding of the great territories. I have led many skirmishes against them, nourishing the jungle soils with their dead. I was there when the first humans arrived in my territory, when the Patriarch made the decision to join the Coalition."

She took another bite of her jerked meat, pausing to chew for a moment.

"We would have been forced to deal with the Rask threat eventually," she continued, "to put a stop to their raids for good. In a way, I am glad for this war. I will see their end within my lifetime, I can participate in this campaign myself. Perhaps now, our future litters will be raised without fear."

Ben didn't really know how to respond, taking another bite of his burrito as he and Mizi shared an awkward glance.

***

It didn't take them long to finish their meals, and as soon as Lozka was done eating, she made her way over to the water. Ben and Mizi watched as she began to strip off her chest rig, setting it down on the sand at the shore, along with her cloak. She started to wade into the oasis, removing the belts from around her hips and tossing them on top of the pile. Now, she was only wearing a leather sling that resembled a tube top, and her tight shorts.

Ben couldn't help but play his eyes over her figure as she proceeded deeper, the alien keeping her back to him, the waterline just reaching her stout thighs. Her covering of black, velvet fur reflected the sunlight, helping to pick out the contours of the sinewy muscles in her back and shoulders. From a distance, she more resembled a woman with an impossibly dark complexion, her coat easily mistaken for wet skin. He watched her shapely rear move beneath her clinging shorts as she began to let herself sink, the water rising to cover the twin dimples just above where her tail joined to her body.

She began to bathe, cupping the water in her palms and spreading it across her silky fur. As she ran her hands across her flat, toned belly, she turned a little to inadvertently give him a better view of her in profile. Her breasts were larger than Ben had ever seen on a human, albeit smaller than those of the other Borealans, wrapped tightly in her leather sling. The muscles in her abdomen cut channels down her torso, her shifting six-pack clearly defined under the twin suns, like a Greek statue chiseled from a block of solid onyx. His eyes wandered down to her navel, the beginnings of her hip bones just visible above the water's reflective surface.

"Why are you watching her so intently?" Mizi asked innocently as she sidled up beside him, Ben realizing that he also had an audience.

"I've just...never seen any other Araxie," he replied, a half-truth.

"Is it true what she said earlier, about the Coalition causing problems for her people?" she asked as her headdress erupted in a shade of purple that came across as worried to Ben.

"In a way," he replied, peeling his eyes away from Lozka's glistening form. "Borealis is right on the border of Coalition space, and if a Bug fleet were to come across it, they would be utterly overrun. The Borealans weren't capable of spaceflight when we made first contact, their most advanced weapons were black powder rifles. Elysia especially was eager to join the Coalition, so what could we say to them? The case can be made for letting primitive species develop at their own pace, for not changing the course of their history by interfering, sure. Many people hold that to be true, and maybe the Bugs would never happen upon the planet anyway. But what if that species is under direct threat, and you alone have the power to save them? Imagine if that UNN fleet had come across Valbara, and the Captain had decided not to intervene because interfering in your development would be wrong?"

"I think I understand," Mizi replied, her tone somewhat relieved. "You're trying to help, but the situation on this planet is more complicated than it is on mine. They are not united as a species."

"I'm not saying we couldn't have done better," he added, glancing out at Lozka again as she washed her flexible tail. "Trusting the Rask was definitely a bad decision."